It had been different, no smell of flowers, but I knew that was it. Alejandro didn’t have to touch me to give me the mark, no more than Jean-Claude had.
I slipped on the slick stones and fell neck-deep in water. I scrambled to my feet, thigh-deep in water. My jeans were soaked and heavy. I sloshed forward, trying to run, but the water was too deep for running. It’d be quicker to swim.
I dove into the water, flashlight grasped in one hand. The leather jacket dragged at me, slowed me down. I stood up and stripped it off and let it float with the current. I hated to lose the jacket, but if I survived, I could buy more.
I was glad I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and not a sweater. It was too damn cold to strip down anymore. It was faster swimming. The warm wind tickled down my face, hot after the chill of the water.
I don’t know what made me look behind me, just a feeling. Two pinpoints of blackness were floating towards me in the air. If blackness could burn, then that’s what it was: black flame coming for me on the warm, flower-scented breeze.
A rock wall loomed ahead. The stream ran under it. I held onto the wall and found there was maybe an inch of air space between the water and the roof of the tunnel. It looked like a good way to drown.
I treaded water and shone the flashlight around the passage. There; a narrow shelf of rock to climb out on, and blessed be, another tunnel. A dry one.
I pulled myself up on the shelf, but the wind hit me like a warm hand. It felt good and safe, and it was a lie.
I turned, and the black flames hovered over me like demonic fireflies. “Anita, accept it.”
“Go to hell!” I pressed my back to the wall, surrounded by the warm tropical wind. “Please, don’t do this,” but it was a whisper.
The flames descended slowly. I hit at them. The flames passed through my hands like ghosts. The smell of flowers was almost chokingly sweet. The flames passed into my eyes, and for an instant I could see the world through bits of colored flame and a blackness that was a kind of light.
Then nothing. My vision was my own. The warm breeze died slowly away. The scent of flowers clung to me like some expensive perfume.
There was the sound of something large moving in the dark. I brought the flashlight up slowly into the dark-skinned face of a nightmare.
Straight, black hair was cut short and smooth around a thin face. Golden eyes with pupils like slits stared at me unblinking, immobile. His slender upper body dragged his useless lower body closer to me.
From the waist down he was all translucent skin. You could still see his legs and genitals, but they were all blending together to form a rough snakelike shape. Where do little lamias come from when there are no male lamias? I stared at what had once been a human being and screamed.
He opened his mouth, and fangs flicked into sight. He hissed, and spit dribbled down his chin. There was nothing human left in those slitted eyes. The lamia was more human than he was, but if I was changing into a snake maybe I’d be crazy, too. Maybe crazy was a blessing.
I drew the Browning and fired point-blank into his mouth. He jerked back, shrieking, but no blood, no dying. Dammit.
There was a scream from farther away, echoing towards us. “Raju!” The lamia was screaming for her mate, or warning him.
“Anita, don’t hurt him.” This from Alejandro. At least he had to yell. He couldn’t whisper in my mind anymore.
The thing pulled itself towards me, mouth gaping, fangs straining.
“Tell him not to hurt me!” I yelled back.
The Browning was safely in its holster, and I was out of bullets anyway.
Flashlight in one hand, knife in the other, I waited. If they got here in time to call him off, fine. I didn’t have much faith in silver knives if silver bullets didn’t harm him, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.
His hands were bloody from dragging his body over the rocks. I never thought I’d see anything that was worse than being changed into a vampire, but there it was, crawling towards me.
It was between me and the dry tunnel, but it was moving agonizingly slowly. I pressed my back to the wall and got to my feet. He—it—moved faster, definitely after me. I ran past it, but a hand closed on my ankle, yanked me to the ground.
The creature grabbed my legs and started to pull me towards it. I sat up and plunged the knife into its shoulder. It screamed, blood spilling down its arm. The knife stuck in the bone, and the monster jerked it out of my hand.
Then it reared back and struck my calf, fangs sinking in. I screamed and drew the second knife.
It raised its face, blood trickling down its mouth, heavy yellow drops clinging to its fangs.
I plunged the blade into one golden eye. The creature shrieked, drowning us in echoes. It rolled onto its back, lower body thrashing, hands clawing. I rolled with it and pushed the knife in with everything I had.
I felt the tip of the knife scrape on its skull. The monster continued to thrash and fight, but it was as hurt as I could make it. I left the knife in its eye but jerked the one free of its shoulder.
“Raju, no!”
I flashed the light on the lamia. Her pale upper body gleamed wet in the light. Alejandro was beside her. He looked nearly healed. I’d never seen a vampire that could heal that fast.
“I will kill you for their deaths,” the lamia said.
“No, the girl is mine.”
“She has killed my mate. She must die!”
“I will give her the third mark tonight. She will be my servant. That is revenge enough.”
“No!” she screamed.
I was waiting for the poison to start working, but so far the bite just hurt, no burning, no nothing. I stared at the dry tunnel, but they’d just follow me and I couldn’t kill them, not like this, not today. But there’d be other days.
I slipped back into the stream. There was still only an inch of air space. Risk drowning, or stay, and either be killed by a lamia or enslaved by a vampire. Choices, choices.
I slipped into the tunnel, mouth pressed near the wet roof. I could breathe. I might survive the day. Miracles do happen.
Small waves began to slosh through the tunnel. A wave washed over my face, and I swallowed water. I treaded water as gently as I could. It was my movements that were making the waves. I was going to drown myself.
I stayed very still until the water calmed, then took a deep breath, hyperventilating to expand the lungs and take in as much air as I could. I dunked under the water and kicked. It was too narrow for anything but a scissor kick. My chest was tight, throat aching with the need to breathe. I surfaced and kissed rock. There wasn’t even an inch of air. Water splashed into my nose and I coughed, swallowing more water. I pressed as close to the ceiling as I could, taking small shallow breaths, then under again, kicking, kicking for all I was worth. If the tunnel filled completely before I was through it, I was going to die.
What if the tunnel didn’t end? What if it was all water? I panicked, kicking furiously, flashlight bouncing crazily off the walls, hovering in the water like a prayer.
Please, God, please, don’t let me die here like this.
My chest burned, throat bursting with the need to breathe. The light was dimming, and I realized it was my eyes that were losing the light. I was going to pass out and drown. I pushed for the surface and my hands touched empty air.
I took a gasping breath that hurt all the way down. There was a rocky shore and one bright line of sunlight. There was a hole up in the wall. The sunlight formed a misty haze in the air. I crawled onto the rock, coughing and relearning how to breathe.
I still had the flashlight and knife in my hands. I didn’t remember holding onto them. The rock was covered in a thin sheet of grey mud. I crawled through it towards the rockslide that had opened the hole in the wall.
If I could make it through the tunnel, maybe they could, too. I didn’t wait to feel better. I put the knife back in its sheath, slid the flashlight in my pocket, and started crawling.