The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

once more at the foul locker room.
    Dante kissed her on the cheek
then walked past her to a row of lockers on the wall. He peered along the floor
beneath the wooden bench that ran beneath the lockers. About two thirds of the
way down the wall, maybe twenty lockers along, he leaned down and scoured the
floor beneath the bench. He reached beneath it and pulled out a package that
had previously been concealed from view. He turned around and grinned at Kacy.
Two of his top teeth slowly extended into tiny fangs.
    ‘What’s that?’ Kacy asked
pointing at the package in his hands.
    ‘Catch.’
    He threw the package towards
her. As it flew through the air Kacy realised it was a bag of liquid. Dark
liquid. She caught it competently. Once it was in her hands she soon realised
she was holding a fairly hefty bag of blood. The mere sight of it set her pulse
racing. She felt her own vampire fangs grow a little in length. An urge came
over her, an almost uncontrollable urge. Suddenly without giving it a second
thought she lifted the bag up to her mouth and used her razor sharp teeth to
rip it open. She began to pour the blood recklessly into her mouth. Much of it missed
its target and dribbled down her face. But every single ounce that slid down
her throat brought on a sensation like nothing she had ever known. A feeling of
pure adrenaline raced through her bloodstream and she became lost in her inner
self. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of power and lust flow through
her body. For a brief time she felt at one with the universe, yet oblivious to
everything around her, until she felt Dante’s hand grab hers.
    ‘Hey, save some for me,’ she
heard him say.
    She opened her eyes and took a
deep breath. Dante took the bag of blood from her. Like her, once the blood was
in his hands his self-control seemed to vanish. He poured some into his own
gaping mouth. Kacy saw that he too was experiencing the same orgasmic feeling that
she had just enjoyed.
    After finishing off the remains
of the bag, Dante stood still, breathing slowly and blinking. He had a look of
extreme pleasure on his face, the likes of which Kacy had never seen before.
She then became aware of the fact that she had a huge beaming smile across her
own face. Maybe being a vampire wasn’t so bad after all.
    ‘That was awesome, wasn’t it?’
she said.
    ‘Incredible,’ said Dante. ‘I
mean, when I bit you and turned you into a vampire earlier, I drank some of
your blood, but it was nothing like this. No offence, babe.’
    ‘None taken.’
    ‘That shit was better than
heroin,’ Dante said.
    ‘When did you ever try heroin?’
    ‘I didn’t. I’m just saying.’
    Kacy wiped her finger across her
cheek and licked up a small dribble of blood. ‘Where did this blood come from?’
she asked. ‘We should get some more of it.’
    Dante shrugged. ‘We just found
it down here earlier. One of the vampires the Bourbon Kid killed had it in his
pocket. We just chucked it under the lockers. Never thought I’d be drinking it
a few hours later.’
    Kacy looked at the bag and
noticed that there was a white sticker on it that had remained intact in spite
of her ripping the bag open with her teeth.
    ‘What’s that sticker say?’ she
asked, pointing at it.
    Dante unravelled the bag and
took a look at the sticker. It was a label with some black typed lettering on
it.
    ‘It says it’s the blood of
someone called Archibald Somers,’ Dante said with another shrug of his
shoulders.
    ‘Archibald Somers,’ said Kacy.
‘I recognise that name. Who was he?’
    ‘No idea, but I could drink the
guy’s blood all day. I’ve never felt anything like this. How about you?’
    Kacy agreed. ‘I feel incredible.
Where can we get some more?’
    Dante appeared to be deep in thought
for a moment, which was unusual for him. Deep thoughts and Dante weren’t two
things normally associated with each other. Eventually he spoke up. ‘I think I
know a place,’ he said.
    ‘Really? Where?’
    ‘It’s the nightclub, The Swamp.
Vanity, the leader of the Shades clan, owns it. He could help us out. He might
even have some blood there that we can drink.’
    ‘Can we trust him?’
    ‘I think so. I mean, I’m already
part of his clan. The rest of the Shades got killed, so he'll probably be
pleased to see me, especially now I have you. He might be grateful I’ve brought
him a new recruit.’
    ‘But will he know that you
teamed up with the Bourbon Kid and the monk last