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silver-dipped lead. It removed the boonie hat
and they could see its face. It was the face of a relatively young
man, but a face grey and colorless, cold and without emotion.
    The vampire leaned forward at the neck, its
movement barely perceptible, and it inhaled, its equine nose
twitching ever so slightly.
    “Smell it, don’t ya’ bitch?”
    “Boone, let’s go.” Gossitch was calling from
somewhere, but Boone was caught up in the moment. It was as though
there was no one in this space but himself and the thing that stood
before him, watching him, unafraid.
    “Come on…” Boone mouthed the words, wishing
the thing would attack so he’d have an excuse to stake it. But it
stood there, immovable, and its eyes met his. They looked at him
and into him, through him, beyond him, and Boone shuddered.
    “Motherfuck—” he shook his head, breaking the
spell, and started forward, intent on skewering the fucker. Bowie’s
hand on his shoulder stopped him.
    “Boone, man the fuck up! We got what we came
for. Let’s jet.”
    Bowie shook Boone with the hand clasped on
his shoulder. Bowie figured the kid’s blood pressure was through
the roof because Boone’s face had turned a shade of crimson he’d
never seen outside of a crayon box.
    “We out, Boone.”
    Santa Anna was in the trailer with them, the
muzzle of his Ithaca on the four on the floor. “This one ain’t a
vamp.”
    “Slave,” stated Bowie, pushing Boone past
him, the barrel of his Colt SMG locked on the tall vampire who
stood in the front of the RV.
    “Boone…”
    Boone stopped and turned. The thing with the
hat had whispered his name.
    “You got it.” As he said it his chest swelled
again. He wanted to tear past Bowie and into the freak fuck.
    “Kreshnik, right?”
    The thing snarled and then said something in
a language Boone didn’t understand. Its voice was thick and
guttural with a hint of a sibilant lisp.
    “This is America, asshole.” Boone locked eyes
with it again. “Speak American.”
    Tires screeched outside.
    Boone purposefully broke their gaze this time
and leaned down, grabbing one of the human beings who huddled on
the floor by her hair. She had been beautiful once, but now she was
worn and blanched, a willing slave to the undead. She hissed at him
but posed no danger.
    “This one yours?” he called back to the tall
vampire as he scratched the woman’s face with the tip of his stake.
She screamed as though he had impaled her and shook uncontrollably,
a trickle of blood dripping down her cheek. Boone let her fall back
to the floor as the other three on the floor shuddered and cried
out in terror.
    As everyone watched, Boone licked the woman’s
blood from the stake. He stuck his tongue out like he had tasted
feces and spit on the floor. “And you fuckers suck that shit out of
tampons, right?”
    “Gentlemen, let’s put a little light to this
endeavor—” Gossitch had stepped up into the trailer, replacing
Santa Anna. He shouldered his Colt SMG and fired three round bursts
through the blackened windows, the glass shattering, weak sunlight
filtering in.
    The tall vampire continued to stand where it
was as the wounded vampire and the three others screeched and
sought cover, crawling under overturned gurneys, yanking mattresses
and lab coats over themselves, one worming its way into some
floor-level cabinets. The cut woman cried hysterically, grasping
her face.
    Bowie was out of the RV and Gossitch pulled
on Boone.
    “Let’s go, kid.”
    Boone straight armed the .44 and fired one
shot. The tall vampire didn’t flinch as the bullet zipped past its
head and blew out the windshield behind it in a hail of glass
shards.
    Gossitch grabbed Boone by his arm and pulled
him out of the trailer, the horrendous sobs of the burned vampire
emanating from the cabinets where it had dragged itself.
    Boone hopped into the back of the K-Car.
Gossitch was in the passenger seat as Santa Anna floored the
accelerator.
    “We got it all?” Boone asked