Skinwalker
Page 24I stopped, nostrils flaring. I swiveled to the left. I smelled another vamp. Its mate, Beast thought. It has made itself a female. A stick snapped to my right. A faint rustle came from the left. The scent of female vamp shifted with the sound.
“Oh, crap,” I breathed. They had me surrounded, one to each side. They were hunting me.
I could take down one vamp alone. I had done it before. But not two attacking together. And like an idiot, I had given chase without proper equipment.
A door in one of the units just ahead opened and three young men left the light, stepping into the dark, closing the door and the music behind them. Black men, lightly clothed. Heavily armed. I smelled sweat and steel and gun oil and ammo and beer and marijuana. “You out there?” one called. “Lady huntin’ a vamp?”
“Mr. Leo said we was to come out and assist you,” another said. I heard the sound of steel hitting flesh, a kind of come-get-it taunt.
“What’s my name?” I asked.And quickly slipped through the shadows into the protection of an empty porch, away from where I had spoken. The position put the men and the male vamp in front of me, the female behind.
“Jane. Jane something stupid.”
I chuckled. “If you’re the center of the clock, and my voice is six o’clock, then we got a young male vamp at one and an even younger female coming up along seven, behind me. You know what ‘young’ means?”
“Wild. Bloody,” another one said. There was a tremor in his voice.
“You think you three can take the male?”
“We can do it,” the first one said.
“What you got?” I hated to ask, knowing that the vamps could hear anything I could. They were that close. But I needed to know what kind of weaponry my helpers had. I heard a faint crackle and knew the male vamp had turned his attention to my new pals.
“We all got vamp-killers,” the first one said. “And I got a shotgun.”
“Aim away from me, how ’bout it.” Before they could laugh, I said, “Yours is here.”
The female was rustling grass nearby. I bent my knees and moved toward the sound, away from the three men. Behind me now, the male vamp attacked the men. The shotgun roared. A vamp and a human screamed. Silent, I rounded the house. A thump sounded from somewhere close, but I couldn’t place it in the aftermath of the shotgun blast. Dull moonlight lit a dry yard, dead grass in the corners and along the foundation, a fence mostly gone, wood planks still standing here and there. Something white and rusted in the dirt. A washing machine? Otherwise, the yard was empty.
A whisper of sound alerted me. Air displaced. Drawing on Beast’s reflexes, I ducked. Whirled the stake up. A weight crashed into me, driving me down. The stake caught her side, too low. Fangs latched on to my forearm, biting into muscle as I hit ground. My left arm and the cross were pinned beneath me. We rolled. She was feral. Gnawing on my arm. Agony like fire. My blood splattered over me, hot and tangy. Her eyes were vamped, bloody and black, crimson and darker than night as they caught the faint light.
Beast rose in me. I could shift now if I had to, but it was harder, pain like death itself, without the ritual. I held her off, but took the strength and speed she shared.
My turban fell, bounced, fell apart. The stake went with it. My braids tumbled around me, tangling. I undulated, a dance move. Brought up the cross and slapped it onto her chest. Steam and crackling of burned vamp flesh misted the air. She didn’t notice, gulping my blood with desperate hunger. I released the now-glowing cross, leaving it in her skin. She ground down with her teeth. Pain sizzled into me like lightning. Hand useless, I dropped the knife.
She settled, sitting on my torso, sucking my arm. A parasite /predator/nonhuman thing. My skin crawled. I slid my left hand into my jog bra and pulled out a stake. Awkwardly slapped it open. She didn’t react. Too busy feeding. I rammed the stake into her side. She stiffened. If she had been even a few days older, she would have rolled away. I adjusted the angle of the stake and shoved it in. Hard. She gasped. Released my right arm, her fangs clicking back, snakelike.
Her eyes focused on me. The vamp eyes bled away into human white. Just for an instant. “What . . . ?” she said. Slowly, the life eased from her eyes. Her vamp-black pupils contracted to human size. In the night, I couldn’t see the color of her irises, except that they were pale. Gray, maybe. In a café au lait face that had once been beautiful.
Without a sound, without a human exhalation, in a silence that always left me nonplussed, the vamp died. She fell toward me. Using the momentum of her fall, I pushed her to the side and rolled from beneath her, to my knees and to my feet. Crap. She had bled all over my new shirt. Beast hacked a laugh deep in my heart.I looked at my savaged arm and tried to make a fist. Three of my fingers wouldn’t close. Tendon damage. It didn’t hurt as badly as it should, which meant nerve damage too, though blood wasn’t pulsing from the wound. She’d injected enough vamp saliva to spasm most of the arteries and veins closed. I turned my arm over, inspecting it, still breathing hard. A human would require major surgery and months of rehab to recover from such an injury. As soon as I could shift, I would be healed. But I had to live long enough to get to someplace safe.
Unlike in fiction, real-world vamp saliva doesn’t cause clotting. It causes a spasm of the artery or vein, sealing it tight around vamp teeth, and when the teeth are removed, the same spasm seals the wound shut, so it can clot and heal. The same effect happens on the skin, a localized spasm sealing a flesh wound so tight it’s no larger than a pimple. Well, unless the victim has been chewed by a newbie. Of course, vamp predators’ evolution didn’t require that the prey of the young ones stay alive for long.
“Need help with that?”
I stiffened. Palmed the stake that had rolled away from the turban.
“It’s okay, Jane with the weird last name. I’m cool.”
He was behind me. A scuff let me know another one was back at the battle scene. I breathed in the night air. The male vamp was dead. I smelled human blood as well. And human feces. One of them had crapped his pants in fear or in death.
Afraid that Beast had bled into my eyes, I kept my face turned away, forcing her down sufficiently for me to appear completely human, but keeping her close enough to the surface to use her reflexes. I listened for the slightest sound. “You’re cool?” I said, my tone asking for clarification. “You mean you won’t jump me?”
“Right.” A flashlight came on with a sliding click. The beam hit me, landing on my injured arm. The man cursed. He crossed the space between us. “You hurt anywhere else?”
“No,” I said, closing my eyes against the glare when it hit me in the face.
“Here. Hold the flash.” He knelt, set a weapon on the dirt at his side, and closed my good left fingers around the flashlight, aiming the beam on the wound. It looked a lot worse in the light. I swallowed, heart rate tripping, breath too fast. He was older than I thought, and when he folded my turban into a passable field dressing and tied the bandage with the right amount of pressure, I upped his age again.
“Medic?” I asked.
He glanced at me above the flash. “Marine. Two tours in Afghan, one in Iraq. You learn to do all sorts of shit when you’re in the line of fire.” His tone was bitter and his smile was full of shadows and mockery, from the night and the military. “Thought I’d be safe when I came home to the United States of America.” He made the country sound worse than a war zone. “Instead, I find my hood is fulla bloodsucking vamps, and I got to go back to war just to keep my family safe.”
“You got it, though?” I said, turning it into a question at the last moment. “The vamp.”
Not knowing what else to say, I said, “I’m sorry.”
He snorted softly in laughter and shook his head as if to say, Life sucks. “Yeah. Kinda gripes my ass too.”
“You lose any men tonight?” I asked, craning my neck back. I could see only lumps at this distance, in the uncertain light.
“One hurt. Mr. Pellissier can fix him.” He took up his weapon, rose, and held a hand down to me. “Can you stand?” I took a breath, steadying myself, and nodded. I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. “Nice dress.” He ran the flashlight up and down me. My skirt had loosed from the makeshift trousers. “You always hunt vamp in a dress and party shoes?”
I couldn’t help my laugh. “No. Tonight was a surprise. I usually hunt in better garb.” Pelt, Beast thought. And claws. He still held my good hand, so I increased the pressure, turning it into greeting. “Jane Yellowrock. The girl you just saved from being dinner.” Which he had. I might have killed two vamps alone, but not without serious injury. Caught up in the bar fight and the chase, I had miscalculated tonight. A rookie’s mistake. I was ticked off at myself.
“Indian name?” he asked. I nodded as he shook my hand, holding it a bit longer than necessary. “Derek Lee. Nice to meet you, Injun Princess. Mr. Leo say you hunt vamp for a living. Kinda strange to hear that from the city’s head bloodsucker.” He dropped my hand and looked around at the night. A soldier’s alertness. I followed his gaze along the street.
Even with the gunshots, no one had come out to see what was happening. Or maybe because of the gunshots. But the music had faded away and the night had gone silent. I was surprised not to hear sirens. “No cops?” I asked.
“Not after dark,” he said, the bitterness back in his tone. “They’ll respond in daylight if there’s enough of them available and if they’re in the mood to look for trouble and knock heads. But they stay away after dark.” I had nothing to say to that. “You think we got ’em all?” Derek asked, changing the subject. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">