Frater, Rhiannon - As the World Dies 04

by Beautiful Bitch

  Gagging, Samantha whirled around in time to see the first woman staggering toward her. Her head was falling over on her shoulder and her body was struggling to move.

  “They're still moving!” she screamed

  Sergio dove back into the truck and shifted into reverse. Gunning the engine, he drove backward at a fast clip and slammed into the advancing woman. Her body fell back and the big wheels of the truck rolled over her.

  Innocente backed away from Jeff as he finished off the woman in the high heels and turned to see the two battered forms of the male corpses crawling toward her.

  “Why won't they die!” she cried.

  Sergio left the truck parked on the struggling blond woman and jumped out. He ran full force into the first man, tackling him to the ground. His big fist began to beat the man's face into a bloody pulp.

  Samantha shook herself out of her daze and lifted the bat over her head. Running toward the second man, she let out a scream that would make Xena proud. The first strike missed his head and bounced off his shoulder. He reached for her and she rammed the end of the bat into his mouth, shattering his teeth and nose. Not even noticing, he kept reaching for her throat, but only managed to grab her shoulder. Beside her she could hear Sergio slamming his fist over and over again into the other dead creature.

  Trying to break free from the man's terrible grip, Samantha kept ramming the end of the bat into his face. Innocente began to hack at the man's arm. Samantha tried to keep distance between her and the swinging blade as she tried to break free.

  “Destroy them so he can't use them,” Jeff ordered. He came up behind the dead man that was trying to get a better grip on Samantha and began to hack at the back of his neck like he was a giant tree.

  Managing to finally squirm free, Samantha staggered away. Jeff and Innocente continued to hack away at the dead man, who was still trying to grab them.

  Sergio climbed off the man who's head he had pulverized and looked toward the house. He looked at Samantha and she nodded.

  Together, they entered.

  The barren house was falling apart and as they walked over the rotting floor, Samantha feared falling through. She was grateful she had worn her cowboy boots and jeans and nothing silly and frilly. Holding the baseball bat at the ready, she followed Sergio through the apparently empty house. She didn't immediately realize he had his gun out, but when she did, she wondered if it would stop The Summoner's minions.

  The house did not seem very safe for vampires. The roof had completely rotted away and the sun poured through multiple holes.

  The walls were so decayed, daylight streamed through the cracks. But the wood was old and thick. It would probably stand a few more years before finally giving into the elements and collapsing.

  It was in what looked like a bedroom that Sergio found the hidden vampires. He tried to open a door only to find it firmly shut. He strained to open it to no avail. Finally, he managed to get a peek into the closet through a thick crack in the door.

  “I think they're in there,” he said.

  “What?” Samantha rushed to his side and slid onto her tippy toes to look inside. She could barely make out what looked like a large lump with a satin cover on it. It was hard to see with the limited light, but the sunlight coming through the broken roof was enough to dimly see the sheen of the satin.

  “I think they locked the door,” Sergio said, and got down on his knees to try to see through a keyhole. Fumbling with his belt, he pulled off a small flashlight. It took some maneuvering, but he finally managed to get a view inside. “She's holding it shut. I can see her wrist.”

  “Is Cian in there?”

  “I don't know,” Sergio answered, and handed her the flashlight.

  She tried to see through the keyhole, but she couldn't manage it.

  Giving up, she handed it back to him.

  Jeff and Innocente entered the room, both of them looking weary and blood splattered.

  “They're in there.” Samantha pointed to the closet.

  “Then we get them and get out of here,” Jeff answered.

  Innocente hurried to the closet and laid her hands on it.

  “Amaliya,” the old woman whispered. “We're here, Amaliya.”

  Her voice was full of emotion. Samantha reached out and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. Despite their rocky start, Samantha couldn't help but like the old lady. She was tough.

  Sergio looked somber and said, “We should get the blanket and the tarp. We need to hurry before the sun moves any further overhead and we end up with more light in here.”

  “Agreed,” Jeff said and moved to peer through the crack in the door.

  “She's holding the door shut,” Samantha said.

  “But she's asleep,” Sergio added.

  “Amaliya, it's Grandmama,” Innocente said again. “Wake up, Amaliya. Let us get you out.”

  “Go get the stuff from the vehicle and be careful,” Jeff said to Samantha. “We need to get out of here right away.”

  Samantha nodded and lifted her bat again. “I'm on it.”

  “Coming with you.” Sergio followed her out into the hallway.

  “I just want to get the hell out of here,” Samantha said to him as they moved quickly to the front door. “Before anything else crazy happens.”

  “I'm so with you on that,” Sergio answered.

  Samantha heaved the door open and stared into the gnarled, decayed, dried husks of the dead people standing on the porch. She had only a second to realize that the corpses were all around the house and truck before the one nearest her lifted its masticated arm.

  “Sergio,” Samantha screamed.

  Then the thing stabbed her through and she fell back into Sergio's arms.

  ***

  In his darkened room, The Summoner smiled as his eyes glowed with white light.

  “Don't kill them,” he whispered softly. “Wound them, keep them in the house, but do not kill them. Save them for me.”

  How nice of Amaliya and Cian to take refuge in the farmhouse that sat on the edge of the old cemetery. So convenient for him to call on the dead once his four more robust minions were downed. And how lovely of Amaliya's grandmother and cousin to come and provide ample fodder for him to use against her.

  His smile broadened.

  The situation was increasingly to his liking.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Sergio looked out the window and sighed. “They're not moving.”

  Jeff looked up from where he sat on the floor cradling Samantha in his arms. He had used his jacket to staunch the blood flow from her wound and now it was being used as a makeshift bandage. He could see the pain etched in her face and she looked very pale. As soon as she had been stabbed through a sword, Sergio had yanked her back into the house and slammed the door shut.

  The dead remained outside in terrible silence. They were just standing there, emaciated, gnarled dead things, waiting for the night to come. The Summoner's power infused them with unnatural resilience and the four times the mortals had tried to shove through them to the truck, the living had been pushed back by the dead. The four humans all bore wounds now. They were bloodied, dirty, and trapped.

  No matter how many of the dead they hacked apart, The Summoner's minions kept coming in a great wall of dead, dry flesh. The Summoner's own black magic infused the corpses and it was his will that had the dead pushing the living back into the house. The four humans had all felt the dark power within their opponents.

  The Summoner wanted them here.

  He wanted them trapped.

  “It's like night of the fucking living dead,” Sergio said grumpily.

  His grandmother was in the other room, sitting next to the closet door, talking to Amaliya, trying to reach her through the vampire sleep.

  “At least they are not trying to get in and eat us,” Samantha said in a raspy voice.

  “No, they just stab us with swords from the freakin' Civil War,” Sergio responded with frustration.
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  They were all hungry, they were tired, and they were scared. Jeff couldn't hold Sergio's moodiness against him.

  “You would have thought we would have noticed the graveyard in the back of the house,” Sergio said after a long moment of silence.

  “It is behind that line of trees. How could we know?” Jeff answered, but they had been foolish and they knew it. They had been so desperate to rescue the vampires and escape they had not been thorough enough. They had all overlooked the overgrown graveyard tucked behind the house.

  Sergio sighed and stepped away from the window. “And no one can see the dead from the road because of that line of the trees. Plus who the hell would be out here anyway. It's so off the map.”

  “That's why he chose it.” Jeff looked down at Samantha. She looked so frail and pale. He had no idea how bad the internal damage was, but the sword had gone through her upper chest. His fingers lightly stroked her fevered brow and he sighed softly. Her breathing sounded very wrong.

  “He'll come as soon as the sun goes down, won't he,” Sergio said in a sad voice.

  “Yeah.”

  Sergio sat down on the rotted floor and let out a long sigh. “Man, this sucks.”

  “Yep,” Samantha said as she drifted back into consciousness. “And all the crosses are in the truck.”

  “We could try again,” Sergio said looking toward the door.

  But they all knew that the thick wall of the dead waited for them.

  Impassable and dangerous.

  “Or we can just wait for a miracle,” Sergio offered.

  No other option seemed viable.

  And so they waited.

  ***

  Amaliya woke up long before dusk. She came into consciousness abruptly and felt disoriented by her surroundings. Her hand throbbed painfully and she looked toward where it was gripping the doorknob tightly. Slowly, she remembered. Then she heard the voice of her Grandmama whispering softly outside the door.

  “...and we're trying to make sure you're safe, Amal, but they are all around the house and we can't get through. They hurt Samantha real bad and I think she's dying...”

  Slowly, Amaliya pushed the heavy satin off her and looked around the closet. The sun was pushing through a few cracks in the door, but the narrow beams were high above her. The light illuminated the narrow closet enough that she could see Cian was unconscious. His wounds had not healed at all and she touched his face lightly. He did not stir.

  “...I can feel his power and I'm afraid. I keep praying that God will see us through, but I don't know what to do. I tried to speak to the dead, but he fills them. This is much scarier than the movies...”

  “Grandmama?” Her voice sounded raw and the dark need swelled inside of her. She needed to feed soon.

  “Amal! Are you okay? We're here! We came to rescue you, but the dead are outside and they won't let us escape!”

  Amaliya managed to get to her knees and dared to peek out of the keyhole. Her grandmother's eye came into view. She was staring right back at Amaliya.

  “What time is it?”

  “Six-thirty, baby.”

  Two hours until sunset. Shit. Not much time.

  “You okay, Amal?”

  “Yeah. Okay as can be. Cian is still asleep. He's wounded pretty badly.

  How did you find us?” She was having trouble wrapping her mind around the reality that her grandmother was actually here.

  “Sergio and I went to Austin to save you when you didn't answer your cellphone. We met with Samantha and her friend, Jeff. He's a vampire hunter.”

  “Samantha knows a vampire hunter?” Amaliya blinked. “Okay. That's just weird.”

  “And we went into the apartment and saw the map on the computer.

  So we came here. We saw some dead people guarding this place so we came in and found you. After we killed the dead people...again.”

  Amaliya almost laughed, but she could hear the dread in her grandmother's voice. “Then what happened?”

  “There is a cemetery behind the house. And it looks like they all got up and came to visit. We can't get out of the house or they attack us and drive us back inside. They hurt Samantha really bad. I think she's dying.”

  Despite the animosity that lay between them, Amaliya felt a pang of anger and regret. Samantha was a firecracker and annoying as hell, but she loved Cian. If she was here, it was out of love for him and Amaliya could not fault her for that. As these thoughts flitted through her mind, she sighed, feeling guilty for her own involvement with Cian. She ran her fingers over the door slowly and leaned against it wearily.

  “Is the sun coming in?”

  “Yeah, it is. But the kitchen hallway is kinda dark. Do you want to come out?”

  “Yeah. We need to plan before dark comes,” Amaliya hesitated as she considered the weight of her next words. It was hard for her to admit, but it was the truth. “I may be the only thing that can stop him since I have some of his power.”

  “Okay. Let me get Sergio and Jeff and see if they can help me block out the sunlight so you can come out.”

  Amaliya listened to her grandmother's light footsteps dart away from the closet. She leaned over and kissed Cian's forehead. He was very cold and she could feel death in him. He was significantly weakened and he would need to feed. But the only people he could feed off of were the people who had come to rescue them.

  “Shit,” she whispered. As usual, her luck was bad, and now it had infected the others who were in her life.

  But last night she had defeated the gruesome creatures that had come up against her and if she could just figure out how she did it, they would be home free.

  ***

  It took some time, but Jeff and Sergio were able to block the windows and cracks in the walls with broken furniture, old curtains and even pulled down paneling off the walls in one room. Finally, they had blocked the sun enough to allow Amaliya to emerge from the closet.

  She slipped out holding what looked like a satin dress over her head and moved into the area they had prepared for her. She was greeted with hugs and kisses from her family, then they retreated from her as she slunk toward the darkened corner.

  Jeff had to admit she looked nothing like he had expected. He supposed Samantha's bias against her had painted her into a darker figure than she really was. The face framed by the long black hair was more unique than pretty and her tattoos and piercings didn't look shocking to him. Just rather Austin. She was wearing dark jeans and boots and a t-shirt that probably belonged to Cian. Sitting down cross-legged, she looked around the room they had barricaded and the four people gathered in the room.

  Jeff sat next to Samantha, who had fallen asleep again. Her breath was ragged and she was burning up. Innocente had Samantha's hand between her gnarled ones. Sergio drew close to his cousin and reached out to touch her pale hand.

  Amaliya took Sergio's hand gratefully. “We need to plan.”

  “Cian looks out of commission for awhile yet,” Jeff said, looking toward the closet.

  “He's badly wounded. Roberto turned on us and stabbed him several times with a silver dagger. He's not healing,” Amaliya said softly. Her striking blue-gray eyes were glittering in the murkiness of the room.

  Her voice was distinctly East Texas.

  “What happened last night? Tell us,” Sergio urged.

  And Amaliya did. She told them all about her battle with the undead monsters The Summoner sent against her and Roberto's betrayal. She told them about their escape in the morning and how she had briefly seized control of the dead from The Summoner.

  “Can you do that now?” Jeff asked excitedly.

  “I don't even know how I did it,” Amaliya sighed. “I really have no freaking clue.”

  “But you can try, right?” Sergio looked at her desperately. “We have to get out of here before nightfall.”

  “He'll use your family against you,” Jeff added.

  Innocente looked up fearfully. “I don't like this vampiro at all.”

>   “None of us do.” Amaliya said in a soft voice.

  “Try, Amal. Try to send them away,” Sergio urged her.

  Jeff could see the fear in the vampire's face, but she nodded. Closing her eyes and lowering her head, she fell into silence. Jeff held his breath as he felt the tendrils of her power snaking out of her body.

  Samantha shivered in her unconscious state and Innocente ran her hands over her own arms as she obviously felt chilled. Sergio drew his hand back and looked very unnerved as cold, feathery touches of her power flowed around them.

  “I'll go see if it's working,” Sergio said in a hushed tone, and hurried out of the room.

  Jeff's hand swept over Samantha's hair as she slowly stirred. “Is he here?” Her eyes were full of fear and she gripped his arm tightly.

  “No, no. Amaliya is trying to send them away.”

  Samantha's gaze flicked toward the vampire in the darkened corner.

  “How is Cian?”

  “Wounded, but alive,” Jeff answered, and smiled at her.

  Samantha's eyes welled with tears and her clammy little hand held on to him tighter. “We have to get out of here.”

  “We're trying.”

  Sergio ducked back into the room and shook his head. “They're not moving.”

  Amaliya opened up her eyes slowly. A sensation like a frozen silk scarf being yanked over his flesh sent chills down Jeff's back as she withdrew her power.

  “Fuck.”

  “You tried, Amal,” her grandmother said in a consoling voice.

  “I'm weak,” Amaliya said. “I need to feed soon to be strong enough to face him.”

  Jeff knew he wasn't the only one who froze. He swallowed hard and looked toward Sergio and Innocente. They were looking at each other with uneasy expressions. Jeff rubbed his hand lightly over Samantha's trembling fingers.

  “Feed her,” Samantha whispered through her dry lips.