Dead Until Dark
immobile.
My fingers circled her wrist. “Did you take the money?” I asked, staring into Ginger’s flat brown eyes.
She screamed, then, long and loud. She began to curse me. I listened to the chaos in the girl’s tiny brain. It was like trying to walk over a bombed site.
“She knows who did,” I said to Eric. Ginger fell silent then, though she was sobbing. “She can’t say the name,” I told the blond vampire. “He has bitten her.” I touched the scars on Ginger’s neck as if that needed more illustration. “It’s some kind of compulsion,” I reported, after I’d tried again. “She can’t even picture him.”
“Hypnosis,” Pam commented. Her proximity to the frightened girl had made Pam’s fangs run out. “A strong vampire.”
“Bring in her closest friend,” I suggested.
Ginger was shaking like a leaf by then with thoughts she was compelled not to think pressing her from their locked closet.
“Should she stay, or go?” Pam asked me directly.
“She should go. It’ll only scare someone else.”
I was so into this, so into openly using my strange ability, that I didn’t look at Bill. I felt that somehow if I looked at him, it would weaken me. I knew where he was, that he and Long Shadow had not moved since the questioning had begun.
Pam hauled the trembling Ginger away. I don’t know what she did with the barmaid, but she returned with another waitress in the same kind of clothes. This woman’s name was Belinda, and she was older and wiser. Belinda had brown hair, glasses, and the sexiest pouting mouth I’d ever seen.
“Belinda, what vampire has Ginger been seeing?” Eric asked smoothly once Belinda was seated, and I was touching her. The waitress had enough sense to accept the process quietly, enough intelligence to realize she had to be honest.
“Anyone that would have her,” Belinda said bluntly.
I saw an image in Belinda’s mind, but she had to think the name.
“Which one from here?” I asked suddenly, and then I had the name. My eyes sought his corner before I could open my mouth, and then he was on me, Long Shadow, vaulting over the chair holding Belinda to land on top of me as I crouched in front of her. I was bowled over backward into Eric’s desk, and only my upflung arms saved me from his teeth sinking into my throat and ripping it out. He bit my forearm savagely, and I screamed; at least I tried to, but with so little air left from the impact it was more like an alarmed choking noise.
I was only conscious of the heavy figure on top of me and the pain of my arm, my own fear. I hadn’t been frightened that the Rats were going to kill me until almost too late, but I understood that to keep his name from leaving my lips, Long Shadow was ready to kill me instantly, and when I heard the awful noise and felt his body press even harder on me, I didn’t have any idea what it meant. I’d been able to see his eyes over the top of my arm. They were wide, brown, crazed, icy. Suddenly, they dulled and seemed to almost flatten. Blood gushed out of Long Shadow’s mouth, bathing my arm. It flowed into my open mouth, and I gagged. His teeth relaxed, and his face fell in on itself. It began to wrinkle. His eyes turned into gelatinous pools. Handfuls of his thick black hair fell on my face.
I was shocked beyond moving. Hands gripped my shoulders and began pulling me out from under the decaying corpse. I pushed with my feet to scrabble back faster.
There wasn’t an odor, but there was gunk, black and streaky, and the absolute horror and disgust of watching Long Shadow deconstruct with incredible speed. There was a stake sticking out of his back. Eric stood watching, as we all were, but he had a mallet in his hand. Bill was behind me, having pulled me out from under Long Shadow. Pam was standing by the door, her hand gripping Belinda’s arm. The waitress looked as rocky as I must have.
Even the gunk began to vanish in smoke. We all stood frozen until the last wisp was gone. The carpet had a kind of scorched mark on it.
“You’ll have to get you an area rug,” I said, completely out of the blue. Honest to God, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“Your mouth is bloody,” Eric said. All the vampires had fully extended fangs. They’d gotten pretty excited.
“He bled onto me.”
“Did any go down your throat?”
“Probably. What does that mean?”
“That remains to be seen,” Pam said. Her voice was dark and husky. She was eyeing Belinda in a way
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