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bar she could find.
    The whole thing took less than ten minutes. If the Vampires were coming for her, she still had a twenty-minute head start. She glanced at the clock. Three hours till sun up. If she could make it till then, they’d have to stop to rest. She peeled out of the gas station and back onto the highway. Pulling a piece of beef jerky from its pack, she then stuck it in her mouth and sucked on it to soften it up. She just had to drive for three hours.
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    William yawned as bright orange and purple strands blended into the horizon. It was almost dawn. Two hours into the trip, Evan had stopped for about ten minutes and he had as well to stretch his legs. He wasn’t used to being in a car for so long anymore. He hadn’t been on raids for supplies since he’d been captured a year ago.
    He needed somewhere to stop for the day. He checked his GPS and found an old Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park about thirty minutes outside St. Louis. Cutting it that close made him nervous, but he didn’t want to sleep in the SUV, and he didn’t want to get too far behind.
    By the time he pulled into the small deserted motel, William was shielding his eyes and the skin on his hands had blistered.
    William grabbed his bags and jumped from his vehicle. He kicked open the first faded brown door he came to and slammed it shut. Dropping the bags to the floor, he flopped onto the bed. Fatigued laced its way through his muscles and threaded into his bones. He lifted his hand and depressed the button locking his car.
    Light filtered through the large window. It took every ounce of his strength to trudge to it and pull the blackout curtain closed. His hands burned and sent shooting pains up his arms with every movement. He stumbled to the nightstand light and flipped it on, revealing a faded pink bedspread and two flat pillows. Stripping off his shirt, he sighed, and then shucked off his pants before heading to the bathroom. He turned the faucet but nothing happened. Damn. He banged on the sink and still nothing happened.
    Steadying himself on the sink, he cursed. Of course there was no water. There were few amenities in most parts of the country.
    William trudged out to the bed and pulled over the medical bag. He searched for some kind of burn gel before noticing that the blisters had already disappeared. He sighed in relief. Sometimes being a vampyr was awesome.
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    William awoke to a pair of strong hands pinning him to the bed. He tried to react but his body was mostly still asleep.
    “Get his arms,” came a crackly voice.
    Panic scratched up his spine, and his mind snapped into action. He struggled against his assailants.
    “Damn, this one’s strong. Hurry up.” The man pinning him down leaned on William’s back hard. “Get the cuffs!”
    “I thought you had that stupid needle ready,” said the crackly voice.
    “Get the hell off me.” William struck out with his legs and connected with someone, sending them flying across the room. They collided with the wall and something heavy crashed to the floor.
    William bucked underneath his assailant and then turned his head and bit into flesh. The man cried out as William bit through skin and muscle; his incisors hit bone and latched on. The man let go of William’s arms, trying to pull his wrist free. Blood seeped into William’s mouth, and the bitter taste made William release. He spit and jumped from the bed, tripping over something and sending it spinning across the floor.
    The room was still dark, but he took in a deep breath and located the two vamps easily. They reeked of urine and sweat wafted off them as if they relished it. He headed for the injured one and was on him in a flash. The man swung wildly, but William caught the punch and spun him around to face the wall. He slammed the vamp’s head into the crumbling plaster twice, and dropped him to the floor in a heap.
    The second attacked from behind and jumped on William’s back. William flipped the guy off. The