Death's Excellent Vacation (Sookie Stackhouse 9.5)

I grabbed a jumbo bucket of popcorn, or "parched maize" as it was listed on the menu of the snack bar, and wandered through shops. The crowds had thinned considerably once the parade was over, which was the opposite of the way it used to be, when people would come to the park when it was too dark and cool for swimming. Another one of the big rides had just gone out, and the people who'd been on board when it shimmied to a stop weren't shy about complaining in ways that thoroughly violated the Code. I had a good mind to talk to management myself. The trash cans were overflowing, the tables at the restaurants were sticky with spilled soda, and if I stepped in one more wad of gum, I was going to Change into something angry. The place had always been immaculate--was it that hard to find good help? I was scraping gum off my sandals on the curb near the Kraken, the largest of the park's roller coasters, when I saw a shadowy figure sneaking around where it wasn't supposed to be. The Kraken had a long track with plenty of turns and two loop-de-loops, and the whole area was landscaped so there were plenty of places to hide. Some of the lights had gone out, so it was quite dark around there and a human wouldn't have noticed, but I could definitely see somebody. I probably should have called for a park guard, but I hadn't seen any security people since the parade, and it would have been foolish to make a fuss if it was just somebody retrieving a ball cap that had fallen off during the ride. Besides, I was bored and had nothing better to do. So after making sure nobody was close enough to see me, I jumped over the low fence and followed. At least I tried to, but in between stepping around a bush and dodging a power pole, I managed to lose him and found myself behind the shed that housed the ride's high-tech workings. I looked around for the intruder but decided he'd gone and was about to leave myself when I sensed movement behind me. Before I could turn, there was a sickening pain in my head and I fell. I woke instantly aware, the way I had since being Changed. I was lying on a thin pad of some sort, like a futon only considerably mustier, and it did little to protect me from the chill of the concrete floor. It was dark, even to my eyes, so I could see next to nothing, and all I could smell was machinery oil and buttered popcorn. It was the popcorn that convinced me that I was still in the park.

I felt around for my purse but couldn't find it, and the only thing in my pockets was spare change. I started to stand but hit my head on something. When I reached up, I felt some kind of pipe or bar. I scooted around on my butt, feeling around, and realized that I was totally enclosed by bars. I was in a cage! Just for a moment, I felt the wolf inside stirring. I didn't like being in a cage, and it was all I could do to keep from throwing my head back and howling! I pulled my knees close to my chest and inhaled deeply and slowly, the way I'd been taught by the pack. According to the instructor, I was supposed to gather my chi or find my center or something equally mystical, but for me, the breathing was enough to prevent me from Changing. Just then I heard footsteps. A door opened, and dim light flowed into what now looked like a basement workroom. There were tools on shelves and tables around the edge of the room, but unfortunately nothing was close enough for me to reach. A moment later, Pirate Dave stepped inside, and his expression was far from friendly. "I didn't realize you were so adamant about my staying for the fireworks, " I said. "Or is this how you treat all your Sea Queens?" He didn't respond, just came closer. Once again, I noticed that his scent was wrong. It was like nobody I'd ever encountered, and I finally recognized the metallic tang I'd noticed a hint of before. It was blood. He stopped just out of my reach, met my eyes, and said, "I want to know why you're here. " "You tell me! You're the one who locked me up in a damned cage. "

He seemed taken aback. He went down on one knee, so we were eye to eye. "Why are you here?" "Hello? Because you put me here!" Now he was clearly nonplussed. "Tell me who you are. " "I'm Queen Joyce, remember?" Since I could see my purse on a workbench, I added, "You've got my stuff--go check my driver's license. " "Damnation!" he said as he stood. "What are you? Witch? Demon spawn? God, not the fae! Please don't be one of the fae. " "Excuse me?"  "Don't bother to deny it--I should have known from the way you snagged that doubloon. You're not human!" "Well, neither are you, " I said, suddenly convinced that nobody with that scent could be. "True enough. " He smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was, however, toothy. Overly so, with two prominent fangs. "You're a vampire?" I'd been told about vampires during Werewolf Orientation, but I hadn't really believed it. At that point, it had been hard enough for me to believe in werewolves, let alone all the other horror movie denizens. If the issue of immunity to vampiric influence had been mentioned, I hadn't been paying attention. He eyed me again. "You move too fast to be a zombie. Not foul enough for a ghoul. Too tall for a leprechaun. Werewolf?" "We prefer to call ourselves Lupine Americans. " "I knew my troubles had to be supernatural in origin--no human could cause so much chaos. But I hadn't suspected werewolves. What are you after? The park? Or were you hired by some other power?" "Because the whole supernatural world is dying to own a rundown amusement park. Let me explain this to you slowly. I. Am. On. Vacation. "

"I may not be able to glamour you, wolfling, but there are other ways of getting information, ways I don't think you'll enjoy, " he said, circling the cage slowly. Then he picked up a power drill from one of the workbenches. "I understand you heal quickly, but I wager that this would still hurt. " "It would if you had an extension cord, " I pointed out. "Besides which, if you get close enough to try anything, I'm going to give myself a lesson in vampire anatomy. From the inside. " He put down the drill. "I don't have to get close. All I have to do is wait for you to get hungry. Hungry as a wolf, you might say. " "What makes you think I'm going to stay in this cage?" I deliberately started to undress. Well, not completely--the pack members I'd met were comfortable with public nudity, but I wasn't. I did take off my sandals and shorts and pulled my bra off under my shirt. The panties and shirt would withstand the Change. "No wolf could tear through those bars, " Pirate Dave said smugly. I concentrated, and the mist of the Change surrounded me, blocking both my view of the vampire and his view of me. One of the first things I'd had to unlearn was the idea that a werewolf had to become a wolf. After all, a wolf is genetically the same as a dog, and there were lots of breeds of dogs. When the mist cleared, I charged through the bars of the cage and leaped at him. Pirate Dave screamed like a little girl as I bit down on his ankle.