by J. R. Rain
He leveled the gun again, and I could not imagine more pain. I could not imagine another impact. I couldn’t handle it. It would be too much. Way too much.
I turned away, my reflexes still amazingly sharp.
The bullet went through my neck. The shock sent me into a spasm. I went from clutching my shoulder to clutching my neck. The bullet had exited the side of my neck, exploding out, leaving a massive crater behind. Blood pumped over my hands, down over my shirt, down into my windpipe and lungs. I choked and gagged and flopped on the ground, drowning in my own blood.
Except I didn’t need air to breathe, and so I wasn’t really drowning.
I backed away, clutching my throat, blood gushing everywhere. The wounds were capable of closing. I tried to cough but couldn’t. I felt like I was drowning, but I wasn’t.
Bow Tie stepped closer and took careful aim.
Somewhere inside me, I had kept count of the bullets. Three shots. Two left. So far I was alive. So far he had missed my heart.
He stepped closer and took dead aim.
“Missed again,” he said. “But not this time. I hope to see you in the next life.”
I tried to move, but I slipped on my own blood, I fell to my back, still clutching my bleeding throat. All thoughts of my kids were gone. I only saw darkness. I only saw the bastard standing over me, taking careful aim at my chest.
And that’s when I saw something else. Something else moving rapidly, leaping down from the catwalk above and covering the space between us in a blink of an eye. Something impossibly big, impossibly powerful.
Impossibly, it was Kingsley.
Chapter Forty-seven
A shot was fired, but it went wild.
It went wild because the great dark creature who had bounded over the railing and landed on the floor twenty feet below had slammed hard into the vampire. The force of the collision was enough to send the tall vampire hurtling off to one side, crashing beyond my field of blurred vision.
The gunshot had surely been as loud and echoing as the others had been, but to me it sounded distant and faint. I was seriously losing it and losing it fast.
I had a ground’s-eye view of what happened next, although the images were sometimes too fast for even me to fully grasp.
The dark shadow was indeed Kingsley. He was in human form, which was no surprise since this was not a night of a full moon. But there was something about him. Something that was hard for my fading mind to grasp. But he seemed bigger, impossibly fast, and so damn...inhuman.
I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. Instead, I rolled my head toward the action, and as I did so, I felt the gristle and bone in my neck crunch. More blood pumped free and I choked all over again. And as I choked, a presence hovered over me. A handsome, smiling, angelic face. A face with a bloody lower jaw.
Leland was here and he was kneeling next to me, trying his best to hold my head in his transparent arms that faded in and out of solidity.
From this position, I watched with horrific fascination as a battle waged. The vampire was fast. Perhaps too fast for Kingsley. But every now and then the big guy would catch the fast-moving blood sucker with a powerful blow. To my horror, I saw that Kingsley’s face was bloodied already. The faster-moving vampire had already landed blow after blow.
Leland crouched next to me, still clutching my bleeding face, watching the scene as well. I briefly wondered where Eddy was but knew he had to be safe somewhere.
Kingsley hadn’t transformed, but he had taken on the mannerisms of a cornered wolf. He often crouched, his back hunched. Deep-throated growls reverberated continuously, some louder than others, all ferocious-sounding.
As the action moved across the floor of the dome, I turned my head to follow it, or tried to. Mostly I moved my eyes, all too aware that a deep darkness was encroaching from my peripheral vision. Two silver bullets had hit me. One of them, I was certain, was still lodged in my shoulder. The other, I was equally certain, had gone straight through my neck, exploding out its side.
That’s going to leave a mark.
Vampire and werewolf were a blur. Fists flying. Blood flying. Shredded clothing flying. At one point, Kingsley grabbed hold of the Frenchman, and pummeled him mercilessly with fists that looked, from my perspective, as big as anvils. Bone crunched against bone.
One moment Kingsley was pummeling the son-of-a-bitch, and the next the French bastard was gone, having squirmed his way free, moving quickly.
Now the two men faced off. Kingsley, I saw, was badly beaten up, his clothing completely shredded. For all of Kingsley’s might, he couldn’t keep up with the speed of the Frenchman.
“Until we meet again,” said the Frenchman, and in a blink, his clothing, including that damn bow tie, burst from his body. Before us was a massive winged creature. Next to me, Leland squeaked loud enough to be heard in the physical world and huddled next to me, afraid even in death. Kingsley stood unmovingly before the winged creature, taking great, heaving breaths.
A moment later, the creature’s monstrous wings flapped once, twice, and then he was airborne. A few flaps later and he had burst through the top of the dome, raining wood and brick around us. Kingsley immediately shielded me, protecting me with his thick body. As he did so, blood from his wounded face dripped over me.
He looked down at me with wide, amber eyes. “I’m so sorry, Samantha. I’m so very sorry.”
And that’s when I blacked out.
Chapter Forty-eight
I saw the yellow light first.
Two glowing disks that hovered in front of me. One of the lights was picking at me, digging into my shoulder, causing me excruciating pain. It was the pain that had forced me back to consciousness.
I opened my eyes slowly and saw two faces hanging over me. One of them belonged to Detective Hanner, my female vampire friend, and the other was an unknown man. The unknown man was finishing up working on my shoulder. He picked up a metal dish and held it up, rattling it. Hanner peered inside. “Good work, doc.”
He said, “I would normally be stitching her up but, as you can see, her wound is already healing.”
“Again, thank you, doctor. Speak to no one as you leave.”
“Of course.” He nodded, grabbed a small handbag, and left through the back door of an ambulance.
“This is beginning to be a habit,” said Hanner. She was, of course, referring to one of our last meetings when she and I had ended up in an ambulance outside of an Indian casino in Simi Valley. “And don’t try to speak, Sam. Doctor Hector tells me that your throat is shredded to hell. Even for us that will take a few hours to heal. Oh, and don’t worry. He’s on our payroll, so to speak. So your secret is safe with him.”
Full comprehension of where I was or what was going on hadn’t fully settled in. I heard voices everywhere. Shouting. One woman crying. A man crying, too. Sirens.
“You see, there are a few carefully selected mortals out there who work with us. The good doctor is one such man.”
Why he would help, I had no idea, but I couldn’t think about that now. She saw my eyes shift towards the sound of nearby crying.
“Yes, we’re still at the Mission Inn. The boy you saved is with his parents, and we can only thank you. You are proving to be quite the superhero, Samantha.” She leaned over and inspected my throat. “Nasty business, made worse because it was a silver bullet. But it will heal soon enough.”
I heard more sirens, some nearby, and she saw the alarm in my eyes. “Not to worry, Sam. We’re already forgotten by the Riverside Police. I have a few talents of my own, and one of them is, let’s just say, persuasion. As far as the police are concerned, we’re just another ambulance waiting to help.”
I soon recognized another voice from outside, coming closer.
Hanner reached over and patted my knee. “I imagine you’re going to want to speak with Kingsley.” She smiled warmly and touched the back of my hand. “Well, you know what I mean.”
As she left, Kingsley Fulcrum and his massiv
e bulk eased into the ambulance.
Chapter Forty-nine
“Doctor Hector tells me you can’t speak, maybe that’s just as well,” said Kingsley. He had eased down at the foot of the gurney. I think my end of the metal bed had risen an inch or two.
Kingsley was hunched into a sort of cannonball, his meaty knees up around his chest. He looked uncomfortable and didn’t seem to know what to do with his thick arms. He was dressed in another shirt, clearly one that wasn’t his own, since that had been bloodied and shredded. His own wounds had long since healed.
He reached out and touched my right ankle which was poking out of the thick blanket covering me. I flinched and withdrew it. He nodded to himself. “I deserved that. I deserve, in fact, for you to never talk to me again. I should consider myself lucky that I have you here, alone, in this small place, so that you are more or less forced to hear my apology.”
I was still in some pain, as the effects of the silver bullet still lingered. Perhaps there were trace elements of silver still lodged in my muscle tissue? Lord, I hoped not. Or, more than likely, my actual muscles and tendons and flesh supernaturally mending themselves.
Lord, I’m such a freak.
Kingsley’s longish hair spilled over his collar. Known as a maverick lawyer, Mr. Fulcrum propagated the image by keeping his hair long and thick and lustrous. Then again, maybe his flowing locks were a result of his own particular wolfish condition. Now, for the first time in a long time, Kingsley looked at me so tenderly that my heart heaved.
“You took a helluva beating tonight, kid. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone. I should have been there earlier to help.” He made a move to pat my ankle again, but stopped himself. This time I wasn’t so sure I would have moved my leg. “You deserved better. You deserved a friend who supported you through thick and thin, good and bad. Who am I to tell you how to run your life, how to deal with your dying boy? Who am I to play God from afar? You made the best choice you could, and I should have been there to support you. My God, I’m an ass, and I almost lost you forever because of it. Look at you, babe. You can’t even talk. Your poor throat. And you did this all to help another boy, risking life and limb and the very medallion you need to help your son, and I couldn’t even be there for you.”
Now I did something that surprised even me. I leaned forward and took his warm hand. It took both of mine to comfortably hold one of his, and we gripped each other like this for a few minutes.
I wanted to tell him that he did come, that he did help me, that he did save my ass, but I couldn’t speak, nor could I penetrate Kingsley’s thoughts. An immortal, he was closed to me.
He chuckled lightly, running his thick thumb over the back of my hand. “I bet you’re wondering how I came to be there on time. Well, the on time part was dumb luck. The being here part, not so much. I realized I had made an egregious error when I had mentioned the medallion to Dominique.” He caught my raised eyebrows. “Oh, you didn’t know his name?”
Ah, so the bastard had a name. Dominique. I was certain I hadn’t seen the last of him.
Kingsley continued, “I can’t be certain, but I think Dominique has been around long enough to read the minds of fellow immortals. But that’s no excuse. I’ve been around long enough to learn how to guard myself from such an attack. I suspected he scanned my thoughts and knew that you and that damn medallion were heavy on my thoughts. He then mentioned something about it and I felt oddly...compelled to tell him what I knew. He’s a bastard. A sneaky bastard, but what do you expect from a blood dealer? Still, I should have been more guarded in his presence.”
Kingsley looked away and I wanted to desperately ask him about the blood. Who else was he sharing it with? Another woman? Should I even care if it was another woman? Kingsley had been famous as a womanizer. Did his harem of women also include vampires? It seemed so unlikely. But my thoughts were cut short when Kingsley went on.
“I knew he was staying at the Mission Inn. In fact, he’s been here for quite some time. After I blurted out the info on the medallion, I was on edge, nervous. I should have warned you. Instead, I lashed out at you, perhaps more angry at myself for not keeping your potentially dangerous artifact a secret. And when I heard about the kidnapping at the hospital, it seemed fairly obvious to me what had happened, and I headed out to the Mission Inn immediately. I have fairly good instincts, too, and, as you might imagine, a helluva sniffer.”
I laughed lightly, which tore at my throat. I reached for it immediately, wincing.
“Easy,” he said. “No more laughing, young lady. Anyway, I’m quite familiar with your scent and I was soon on the trail.”
What every woman wants to hear, I thought.
I think he read my expression. “Oh, nothing bad, of course. Your scent is all your own, and the way my own supernatural hard-wiring works, I can distinguish individual scents from thousands, even millions, of other scents. Call it my gift. Hey, you turn into a giant vampire bat and I can smell feet.”
I slapped his hand and stifled my laughter. He squeezed my hand tenderly and looked at me so deeply that I felt a stirring deep in my heart. Love?
Damn him.
“Anyway, I was soon following a winding pair of stairs when I came across a rather strange young man. Poor guy looked like he’d been through hell, face bloodied and all. He immediately led the way down a side hallway, up another flights of stairs, and that’s when I heard the gunshots. I came running, fast. Where the young man went off to, or who he was, I haven’t a clue—”
Leland had, of course, been there by my side, comforting me the best way he knew how. A sweet guardian angel with a crush.
Kingsley went on, “And before I knew it, I was on top of Dominique and I think you know the rest. The boy, Eddy, I believe, is safely with his family and apparently unhurt. Interestingly, he too spoke of a young man leading him out to safety. I suspect it was the same young man who had helped me. Do you know him, Sam?”
I simply nodded.
“Well, he’s an unsung hero and there are a lot of people who want to thank him. The police are looking, of course, for the man who kidnapped Eddy, but for the most part, the police are unaware of your involvement, Sam. Thanks in part to Detective Hanner. She can put quite a spell on people. She even went back and cleaned up your blood. Mine, too.”
He continued stroking my hand, and as he did so, I saw the tears forming in his eyes. The moment his tears formed, my own came running free, too.
Damn him.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me, Sam, for being a holier-than-thou ass, but if you can find it in your heart to give me one more chance, I promise I will do my best to never hurt you again. You see...” And now he covered my two hands with both of his, and never have I felt so protected. “I think I’m falling for you, Sam, and I don’t want to screw it up any worse than I already have.”
His words caught me by surprise. Mostly, because they echoed my own thoughts.
“Take care of yourself, kiddo, and take care of your little one, too. You’re a good mother, and I respect you more than you can possibly know.”
He leaned over the gurney and kissed me lightly on my lips, then turned away and headed out, pushing through the ambulance’s door.
Chapter Fifty
I awoke by my son’s side in the early afternoon.
With Dominique still out there, it was hard to truly feel at peace, although I suspected any attack now would be on me personally, and not my son, since the medallion was still sealed to my chest.
Where Dominique had gone, I hadn’t a clue. But I would be ever vigilant for him and perhaps others like him, especially since he had proven to be such a bastard.
I soon got the news I was dying for. The doctors were releasing Anthony later today. For now, two policeman had guard duty just outside his door. The hospital, apparently, was taking all necessary security precautions, especially since little Eddy’s abductor had not been found.
I absently felt for the medallion that had
melded into my flesh. I hated the irony. I possessed the very artifact that would have returned Anthony’s mortality, an artifact that, apparently, was sealed to me forever.
Or so said the vampire, Dominique. I wanted a second opinion. In the least, I still wanted to find Archibald Maximus, whoever the hell he was.
My cell rang. I glanced at the faceplate. Restricted call. It was Detective Sherbet. I was sure of it.
I clicked on briefly and told him to call me back in five minutes since I was at the hospital. He called me back in four, just as I was exiting through the sliding glass doors.
“You did good, kid,” he said.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I still had not gotten the full use of my voice back. Not to mention that my shoulder still hurt.
“Interestingly, no one mentioned you in any reports. Only a young man who saved the day.”
“God bless him.”
“Apparently the little boy had been held captive, albeit briefly, within one of the domes. They found damage to the ceiling and what appeared to be an epic fight. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you, Sam?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I want to know everything, dammit.”
“I’ve told you more than I should have.”
“That’s not good enough. Not in this case.”
“Soon, Detective. I’ve had a rough night.”
“I bet. You vampires are weird. Take care of yourself, Samantha, and expect a visit from me soon.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Don’t sass me,” he said, chuckling, and hung up.
I was about to head inside when I got another call. This one was a local Orange County number. It was probably work related but I wasn’t interested. I was about to hang up when I got an overwhelming sense that I should definitely pick up.