I pulled, getting as much distance from him as I could, then hit him in the solar plexus with everything I had. He made an “umph” sound, then flicked his hand at my face. I rocked back and tasted blood. He’d barely touched me, but he’d proven his point. If I wanted to exchange blows, he’d beat the crap out of me.
I hit him in the throat. He gagged and looked surprised. Beaten to snot was still a hell of a lot better than being bitten. I’d rather be dead than have pointy teeth.
His fist closed over my right fist, squeezing just enough to let me feel his strength. He was still trying to warn me off rather than hurt me. Bully for him.
He raised both his arms, drawing me closer into his body. I didn’t want closer, but there didn’t seem to be a hell of a lot I could do about it. Unless, of course, vampires had testicles. The throat shot had hurt. I glanced at his face, almost close enough to kiss. I leaned into him, getting as much room as I could. He just kept drawing me closer. His own momentum helped.
My knee hit him hard, and I ground it up and into him. It was not a glancing blow. He crumpled forward but didn’t let go of my hands. I wasn’t loose, but it was a start, and I’d answered an age-old question. Vampires did have balls.
He jerked my hands behind my back, pinning me between his arms and his body. His body felt wooden, stiff, and unyielding as stone. It had been warm and soft and hurtable only a second before. What had happened?
“Take the things off her wrist,” he said. He wasn’t talking to me.
I tried to crane my head around to see what was coming up behind me. I couldn’t see anything. The two pale vampires were still huddled in the face of the naked crosses.
Something touched my wrist. I jerked, but he held me still. “If you struggle, he will cut you.”
I turned my head as far back as I could, and was staring into the round eyes of the boy vampire. He’d recovered his knife and was using it to poke at the bracelet.
The master vampire’s hands squeezed my arms until I thought they’d pop from the pressure like shaken soda pop. I must have made some sound, because he said, “I did not mean to hurt you tonight.” His mouth was pressed against my ear, lost in my hair. “This was your choice.”
The bracelet broke with a small snap. I felt it fall away into the weeds. The master vampire drew a deep breath, as if it were easier to breathe now. He was only an inch or two taller than I was, but he held both my wrists in one small hand, fingers squeezing to make the grip tight. It hurt, and I fought not to make small, helpless noises.
He stroked his free hand through my hair, then grabbed a handful and pulled my head backwards so he could see my eyes. His eyes were solid, absolute black; the whites had drowned. “I will have his name, Anita, one way or another.”
I spit in his face.
He screamed, tightening his grip on my wrists until I cried out. “I could have made this pleasant, but now I think I want you to hurt. Look into my eyes, mortal, and despair. Taste of my eyes, and there will be no secrets between us.” His voice dropped to the barest of whispers. “Perhaps I will drink your mind like others drink blood, and leave nothing behind but your mindless husk.”
I stared into the darkness that was his eyes and felt myself fall, forward, impossibly forward, and down, down into a blackness that was pure and total, and had never known light.
Chapter 24
I was staring up into a face I didn’t know. The face was holding a bloody handkerchief to its forehead. Short hair, pale eyes, freckles. “Hi, Larry,” I said. My voice sounded distant and strange. I couldn’t remember why.
It was still dark. Larry’s face had been cleaned up a little, but the wound was still bleeding. I couldn’t have been out that long. Out? Where had I been out to? All I could remember was eyes, black eyes. I sat up too fast. Larry caught my arm or I would have fallen.
“Where are the…”
“Vampires,” he finished for me.
I leaned into his arm and whispered, “Yeah.”
There were people all around us in the dark, huddled in little whispering groups. The lights of a police car strobed the darkness. Two uniforms were standing quietly next to the car, talking with a man whose name wouldn’t come to me.
“Karl,” I said.
“What?” Larry asked.
“Karl Inger, the tall man talking to the police.”
Larry nodded. “That’s right.”
A small, dark man knelt beside us. Jeremy Ruebens of Humans First, who last I knew had been shooting at us. What the hell was going on?
Jeremy smiled at me. It looked genuine.
“What makes you my friend all of a sudden?”
His smile broadened. “We saved you.”
I pushed away from Larry to sit on my own. A moment of dizziness and I was fine. Yeah, right. “Talk to me, Larry.”
He glanced at Jeremy Ruebens, then back to me. “They saved us.”
“How?”
“They threw holy water on the one who bit me.” He touched his throat with his free hand, an unconscious gesture, but he noticed me watching. “Is she going to have control over me?”
“Did she enter your mind at the same time as she bit you?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “How can you tell?”
I opened my mouth to explain, then closed it. How to explain the unexplainable? “If Alejandro, the master vampire, had bitten me at the same time he rolled my mind, I’d be under his power now.”
“Alejandro?”
“That’s what the other vampires called the master.”
I shook my head, but the world swam in black waves and I had to swallow hard not to vomit. What had he done to me? I’d had mind games played on me before, but I’d never had a reaction like this.
“There’s an ambulance coming,” Larry said.
“I don’t need one.”
“You’ve been unconscious for over an hour, Ms. Blake,” Ruebens said. “We had the police call an ambulance when we couldn’t wake you.”
Ruebens was close enough for me to reach out and touch him. He looked friendly, positively radiant, like a bride on her big day. Why was I suddenly his favorite person? “So they threw holy water on the vamp that bit you; what then?” I asked Larry.
“They drove the rest of them off with crosses and charms.”
“Charms?”
Ruebens pulled out a chain with two miniature metal-faced books hanging on it. Both books would have fit in the palm of my hand with room to spare. “They aren’t charms, Larry. They’re tiny Jewish Holy Books.”
“I thought a Star of David.”
“The star doesn’t work, because it’s a racial symbol, not really a religious symbol.”
“So it’s like miniature Bibles?”
I raised my eyebrows. “The Torah contains the Old Testament, so yeah, it’s like miniature Bibles.”
“Would the Bible work for us Christians?”
“I don’t know. Probably, I’ve just never been attacked by vampires while carrying a Bible.” That was probably my fault. In fact, when was the last time I’d read the Bible? Was I becoming a Sunday Christian? I’d worry about my soul later, after my body felt a little better.
“Cancel the ambulance; I’m fine.”
“You are not fine,” Ruebens said. He reached out as if to touch me. I looked at him. He stopped in mid-motion. “Let us help you, Ms. Blake. We share common enemies.”
The police were walking towards us over the dark grass. Karl Inger was coming, too, talking softly to the police as they moved.
“Do the police know you were shooting at us first?”
Something passed over Ruebens’s face.
“They don’t know, do they?”
“We saved you, Ms. Blake, from a fate worse than death. I was wrong to try and hurt you. You raise the dead, but if you are truly enemies with the vampires, then we are allies.”
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, huh?”
He nodded.
The police were almost here, almost within earshot. “All right, but you ever point a gun at me again and I’ll forget you saved me.”