Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground

speed limits and stop signs.
    He was closing in.
    It was still dark, and there was not much more traffic than there had been when he’d driven them back to their hotel. No later than five in the morning, he estimated. He hadn’t been unconscious long.
    They had halted directly ahead. He could see the tail-lights of a minivan no more than a block away, stopped at a red light.
    He focused on the traffic light and let his will hold it red. It wasn’t something he’d ever done before—and he wasn’t sure it would work in a city. But the light stayed red the whole time he ran that block. Stayed red as he launched himself through the back window.
    He landed on top of one of the vampires. Without forethought or planning he ripped his head off and threw it in the driver’s compartment to add to the confusion. One down. Three to go. Next to his knee there was something long and hard. He grabbed it.
    â€œShoot him!” The driver was starting toward the back, but there wasn’t a lot of room between the front seats, and it slowed him down. Gave Charles time to deal with the last vampire in the back. The front passenger opened his door and jumped out. He was running away or he planned on coming through the side door. Either way, it gave Charles a short window of opportunity where he faced only one.
    The female was shouting something about the shotgun when Charles realized that the thing he’d snatched off the floor to use as a weapon was indeed a shotgun. He shoved it through her rib cage and kept going, pushing her through the side window and out into the street. She wasn’t dead, but she wasn’t going anywhere either. Two down. Two to go.
    Anna gasped when the driver, climbing over the front seats, stepped on her.
    Inside the van, Charles had the advantage. The small space slowed him down a little—but the vampires were generally faster and more maneuverable, and being inside the van hampered them a lot more.
    But inside the van meant Anna, chained to the floor, was in danger. So he grabbed the vampire, feeling the pain of being grabbed in return, and jumped out the passenger-side door when the fourth vampire popped it open. The unexpectedness of the move meant the driver was braced all wrong and Charles could put a lot of push into his jump rather than wasting his strength wrestling against the driver.
    The two of them hit the fourth vampire murderously hard, and he dropped the stick he was carrying—it was the size of a cane or fighting stick. Charles didn’t take the time to decide which it was—he’d never seen a vampire who carried a weapon so easily turned upon its wielder. But far be it from him to complain about another’s stupidity.
    Charles released his captive and, by swinging him into the side of the van, managed to get loose in return. He grabbed the stick and stabbed the downed vampire under the rib cage and up through the heart. A werewolf doesn’t need a sharpened stake; blunt worked just fine.
    That left only one.
    He spun to face the van—and saw only damaged sheet metal. He inhaled, trying to pinpoint the other—and heard someone running away. He rounded the side of the van to make sure it was the driver who was running and not some terror-stricken human who had seen the carnage, but there was no mistaking the speed of the vampire for a mere human’s.
    â€œDon’t leave me.”
    He looked down at the female vampire with the shotgun rammed through her chest.
    â€œSunrise,” she said, as something dark and wet bubbled out around the barrel of the gun. “Not for a long while. Kill me. Please.”
    With Anna hurt, he had no desire to bother questioning her. Nor did he want to leave her as a possible threat. He acceded to her wish and took care of the other vampire while he was at it. Less than four minutes had passed after he jumped through the rear window of the van, and he had three decapitated bodies and their heads stuffed in the back of the van.
    Immediate danger over, he checked on Anna. She was talking to him, but Brother Wolf was more interested in seeing what made her hurt so badly. He didn’t have the tools or the patience to deal with the manacles, but the chain snapped when he used the shotgun barrel to apply some leverage.
    As soon as he had her free she tried to sit up and made a pained sound. She’d been hit in the shoulder from close range; the shot had barely had a chance to expand.