Black Dawn: The Morganville Vampires Read Online Free PDF

than a little anti-vampire in any form.
    “Nah,” he said, “I’m good. Claire?”
    “Fine,” she said. She liked Naomi. She liked that the ancient vampire was trying so hard to be … modern. And she liked that Naomi wasn’t, after all, attracted to Michael, as they’d all thought at first. “Uh, Naomi, do you know how to actually … fight?”
    “But of course,” she said, and led the way inside. They entered a big square room, which was—and this, Claire thought, was no real surprise—stacked floor to ceiling with racks of boxes. Vampire paranoia really
did
have no limits. Naomi stopped at the first one and opened the hinged top of it. There were shotguns inside. She removed one, broke it open, and snapped it shut again with a practiced flick of her wrist as she smiled. “All vampires can fight,” she said. “I am less familiar with modern weapons, but blades do not work so well on the draug, as we found to our horror long ago.”
    “What else did you use, the last time you fought them?” Claire asked. Naomi was opening another box. This one contained swords, and she shook her head sadly and let the lid fall shut.
    “Courage,” she said. “Desperation. And a good deal of luck. Silver is the best charm we have, but it burns us as well. We’ve found nothing else that will hurt them but fire, which is dangerous enough for us, too …. Ah.” She flipped back the lid on yet another box and lifted out something that looked big, clumsy, and complicated, with tanks and a hose. Definitely a Myrnin invention, judging by the brass ornamentation on it, but beneath that it looked sleek and industrial. “As you see.”
    “What is it?” Claire asked, frowning. It looked a little like one of those rocket jet packs that the science fiction movies loved so much.
    “That,” Shane said, taking it from Naomi’s delicate hands, “is freaking
awesome
.”
    “Yeah, but what is it exactly?” Claire asked.
    “Flamethrower,” he said, and huffed with effort as he lifted it to his shoulders like a giant backpack. It had quick-release buckles that he did up around his chest and over his shoulders. “So this will work on the draug?”
    “Yes,” Naomi said. “But be very careful. The draug are not only hiding in water, they
are
liquid—and when you touch liquid with fire it becomes steam.
They
can survive in the steam, for a short time. If you breathe it in, they will kill you very quickly from within. Even the touch of them on skin in any form is dangerous, to humans or vampires.”
    Shane’s enthusiasm for the flamethrower dimmed, but he didn’t take it off. That, Claire thought, was because there was something incredibly macho about walking around with flammable weapons that she would never quite understand. If she’d tried it, it would have just made her totally aware of how non-flame-retardant she was. “Right,” Shane said. “Keep it at a distance.”
    “And watch where you aim it, please,” Naomi responded coolly. “I believe I speak also for young Claire in that. Fire is no great friend to humans in battle, either.”
    Claire rejected the crossbows that she found in the next container—silver-tipped, but they wouldn’t do nearly enough damage. They’d just punch right through the draug, which had a body consistency somewhere between Jell-O and mud, except for the master draug, Magnus.
He
was plenty strong. Strong enough to snap necks, say—something Claire was horribly familiar with and tried hard not to think about. At all.
    “What about fire arrows?” Claire asked. “Would they work?”
    “Not very well. The draug’s nature will douse small fires. Onlysomething on the order of what Shane is carrying will truly damage them. Even, say, bottles of gasoline and fire—”
    “We call those Molotov cocktails,” Shane said helpfully. Mr. Mayhem.
    Naomi gave him a blank look and continued. “These would not do much to slow them down. It would be as if you threw the bottle into water; most