Angel's Kiss

by Melanie Tomlin

  Danny wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.

  “With His blessing we’ll have forever.”

  “Then I’ll stay.”

  Danny laughed. “Hallelujah! I get to find out what a lap dance is after all.”

  I loosened myself from his grip and smacked his arm playfully.

  “All in good time,” I said, laughing at him. He had no idea what he was in for!

  We went back to the living area, and I was amused to find that the furniture had changed during the few minutes of our exchange in the bathroom.

  “A couch?” I asked.

  “Much cosier than separate armchairs, don’t you think?”

  I lay in his arms on the couch and watched the fire crackling in the fire place.

  “Now my staying has been decided, I need to focus on doing what I think I’m going to do best.”

  Danny rolled his eyes. “We’re going to bed again already?”

  I elbowed him in the ribs. “No, cheeky, I mean killing vamps.”

  “Oh,” he sounded disappointed.

  “Maybe later,” I teased. “But seriously, I’d been thinking of what I might do if I was a lone hunter — if the decision had been that I had to leave you.”

  “And what were your plans?”

  “Now I have my own form of transportation the odds are even more in my favour, particularly since I can get myself out of a bad situation in a heartbeat.”

  “Your point being?”

  “Have you heard the term blitzkrieg?”

  “No.”

  “It was a term coined during the Second World War,” I explained. “That’s a mortal war, if you were wondering. Anyway, it means something like lightning war. The concept being an attack that struck through the enemy’s defences hard and fast, via quick surprise strikes. Once a hole had been punched through the defensive lines, the attacking force proceeded onward, with little regard to their own now exposed flank.

  “It gave me an idea. I think I could pick off the vampires one or two at a time in lightning fast raids. Transport in, grab them and transport to another location. I was also thinking that I really need to grab a werewolf as well, to see if my hands work on them. Presumably I could still bite them, if I didn’t mind a mouthful of fur, but that’s kind of off-putting.

  “Of course, I wouldn’t want to leave my flank exposed, so I’d need to be careful and do a lot of reconnaissance beforehand.”

  “Steady on,” Danny said. “Reconnaissance is well and good. If you want to undertake raids of the magnitude I think you do, we need to make a plan of attack and retreat, in order to try and cover as many scenarios as possible.”

  “Okay,” I agreed, “plans are good. Can you show me the map again, please?”

  Danny produced a large-scale version of the map. We sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch, to look at the map.

  “Can you highlight all areas of activity over the past three to four months?”

  Little pinpoints of light appeared on the map, some black, some red. The black dots far outnumbered the red.

  “The red represents the vampires, the black the werewolves.”

  “Wow. That’s a lot of werewolves. If they’re wild werewolves, those numbers probably won’t fluctuate much, but the vamps… How much longer do you think such large numbers of vampires will stay in the area?” I asked.

  “Before you came on the scene I would’ve said they’d be finished their hunt by now and returned to their various cities. Now I suspect they’re after your blood.”

  “I think you’re right. I’m a danger to them. Like the werewolves, they’ll want to neutralise the threat before I can decimate their numbers.”

  “We need to choose a reasonably safe place for you to transport to once you’ve got your prey, particularly if you’re doing a snatch and grab from a large group. Not the cottage, though. You can’t bring them here, ever.”

  “You must have some idea of where I should go.”

  Danny scoured the map and enlarged it again, to better see the terrain. He raised his hand above the map and a three-dimensional image rose up. The map almost covered the entire floor and I could pick out the areas I knew much better now.

  “What’s that?” I pointed to a dark spot on the map that was not lit, and showed no evidence of monster activity.

  “That’s a small abandoned copper mine. Not very successful from what I can remember. Apart from the odd hiker no one’s been there in almost a century.”

  “What about our friends in the corner?” I pointed to my practise partners. “Have they been known to visit there?”

  “For some reason the vampires don’t like that area. I haven’t had the time to study it closely enough to find out why. Werewolves will venture there occasionally, but don’t stay very long. Zombies don’t venture that far into the forest. If they do the resident werewolves take them out — they’re very territorial.

  “The conditions in the mine provide the ideal nesting place for varakiana, but I’ve never seen any. That doesn’t mean they’re not there. As you remember, they have no discernable scent. They may be much cleverer than we give them credit for.”

  I stood up and stretched. “I think we should pay this area a visit to see if it’s suitable for my purposes.”

  Danny stood and held out his hands, recovered fully from the ordeal of showing me his true feelings.

  I grinned at him. “I’ll give you a five second head start.”

  He laughed. “Are you sure you know where to go?”

  I pointed to the ground. “Map, remember. I can see perfectly well where I need to go.”

  Without warning Danny started to move.

  “No fair,” I called out. “I’m supposed to start counting before you leave.”

  He laughed and was gone.

  “Damn,” I said. “Angels play by their own rules, some of them dirty.” I grinned. “Well, two can play at that game.”

  I closed my eyes and focused on the dark spot on the map. When I opened them Danny was already there, leaning against a tree at the edge of the forest, well out of the way of where I might possibly arrive.

  “What kept you?” he asked.

  “Cheater,” I laughed.

  Danny walked over, all smiles, and kissed my cheek. “Let’s take a look around.”

  “There’s a really disgusting smell here,” I said, wrinkling my nose.

  “I don’t smell anything. Can you pinpoint where the smell is coming from?”

  I pinched my nostrils closed with my fingers, but somehow the smell still got through.

  “Everywhere!” I complained bitterly. “It is so gross. Worse than zombies and vamps put together. I don’t think I can stay here for very long.”

  “No, wait.” Danny grabbed my arm and turned me around. He touched the tip of my nose with one finger. “Is that better?”

  I let go of my nose and gingerly sniffed the air.

  “Marginally.” It was actually much better — only rotten eggs now — but I wasn’t going to let him know that. “What did you do?”

  “I put a mask of sorts over your nose to filter out the smell.”

  I sighed, “I still wouldn’t want to spend too much time here.”

  “Think about it,” Danny said excitedly. “You’re smelling something I can’t. You were bitten by a vampire, you’ve fed off them. Your senses are probably quite similar to that of a vampire.”

  So what? I thought. I think it stinks here and the vampires probably do to. That’s why…

  “That’s why the vampires don’t come here!” I cried out, just as excited as Danny by the revelation. “Because it stinks way too much!”

  “It’s a theory,” Danny replied. “The only way to test it out would be to bring one here. Are you up for it?”

  “Ugh! Anything to get away from the smell!”

  “I happen to know there are a few vampires camped out on the ledge. Do you think you can get there?”

  “Sure, p
iece of cake.”

  Danny left ahead of me, so that we’d arrive at the same time. Not that it mattered. He could take care of himself.

  I knew where I needed to go. I was going to try getting there without closing my eyes. I wanted to see if there was any sort of transition, and there it was — a brief flash of white light. No rainbow of colours like the lights, no tunnel, just a flash.

  I’d obviously misjudged my landing, as the balls of my feet were barely on the edge of the ledge. I flailed my arms wildly and, unable to regain my balance, tumbled backwards. Danny reached out to grab me, a second too late, and I was gone.

  It all happened in slow motion. I saw the vampires looking back as I screamed and fell, and then they charged. Danny stepped off the ledge. I could see him following me, falling gracefully feet first, when I thumped to the ground with a crack.

  That’s going to hurt in the morning, I thought. No, it hurts now.

  There were broken bones, yet I was sure it wasn’t as bad as my fall from the treetops. Being stronger had its advantages.

  Before Danny touched the ground I blinked, and with a blinding flash I was gone again. Somehow my instincts had told me to come back to the cottage. I lay on the floor in agony and cursed my stupid fragile body. I should be better than that — I was supposedly at my peak.

  Danny appeared from the bedroom door. He thought I might have transported back to the bed in the cottage. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I’d only wanted to return home.

  As he came to my side, hands cupped and ready to heal the various breaks, I felt a change take place in my body — the bones were knitting of their own accord.

  Danny dropped his hands and crouched beside me, listening intently.

  “Do you hear that?” he asked.

  “If you mean the horrible sound of bones crunching, then yes, I hear it.” I said through clenched teeth.

  “How do you feel, apart from the bones? Any internal bleeding?”

  I looked inward, feeling and probing, and listened for anything irregular, apart from the noise my bones were making.

  “Everything seems to be where it should be.”

  “Can you sit up? Have you healed enough for that?”

  I nodded my head, my teeth still clenched. I could feel the veins straining in my neck, ready to burst. Danny placed his hand under my back and helped me into a sitting position. He sat on the floor next to me.

  I relaxed my jaw and sighed. “I’m okay, really. The bones have finished knitting already.”

  “So what happened?” he asked.

  I was a bit embarrassed by the whole episode. My overconfidence had gotten the better of me again.

  “I thought because I knew that location I’d keep my eyes open and see what happened. I misjudged the edge slightly.”

  “You’ll need to be more careful. Next time you might not be so lucky. If you lose consciousness and I’m not around…”

  I shivered at the thought.

  “Well, I think you can guess what would happen to you.”

  If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!

  “Shall we try again?” I asked.

  “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

  He sounded concerned. I sure was a sucker for punishment — pig-headed to the end!

  “Yes,” I looked towards the ceiling and tried to sound like I’d learnt a very important lesson. “I’ll make sure I keep my focus well away from the edge.”

  Danny stood up and helped me to my feet.

  “At least now we know you can heal broken bones. That’s a good thing.” He smiled wryly. “You’ll be less of a burden to me.”

  I poked my tongue out at him and he laughed. I didn’t wait for him this time, I left him for dust!

  The vampires were very surprised to see me standing alone on the ledge, when only minutes before I’d been falling. I darted in quickly and grabbed the closest vampire, being careful not to make contact with his skin. Danny appeared a few metres behind me and the vampires started to hiss.

  I glanced back at him and smiled, the vampire I was holding struggling wildly.

  “Meet you back at the ranch,” I said.

  “The ranch?” Danny asked, totally confused by my new name for el rancho stinko.

  I answered, but it was too late. My companion and I were already gone. Danny eventually figured out what I meant and arrived to find the vampire complaining of the stench.

  “Let me go bitch. How can you stand the smell? I’m gonna puke, and it ain’t gonna be a pretty sight.”

  “Shut up or I’ll take my time killing you,” I hissed, covering my nose with one hand, the other arm around the vampire’s neck, pinning him to my side.

  Danny laughed. “If you want a quick death, my friend, I suggest you do as she says.” He turned to me. “The ranch?”

  “Yeah. It’s as good a name as any. I knew you’d work it out.” I smiled. “I thought it’d be cool to have secret code words we could use for some things. You know, keep the enemy in the dark, CIA, MI5 and all that.”

  Danny raised his eyebrows, shook his head and laughed. “I think you have the makings of a brilliant military tactician.”

  I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not. Were angels capable of sarcasm? Oh well, it was all a bit of fun, so what did it matter. It wasn’t like we were plotting to take over the world.

  “She’ll be nothing but ash once the rest of them get hold of her,” the vampire said.

  I could hear the hatred and fear in his voice, and let go of him very quickly, only to grab his arms and squeeze tightly until I heard a crunch. I could see the veins standing out in his neck as he gritted his teeth.

  “I said shut up!” and shook him fiercely. “What is it with you monsters?”

  “So, the smell is that bad, is it?” Danny asked.

  “Yes,” I replied, “though I don’t feel like I’m going to lose my lunch.”

  Danny looked puzzled. “Lose your lunch?”

  I laughed. “Throw up.”

  “And you?” Danny asked the vampire. “How bad is the smell for you?”

  The vamp twisted his head to look at me and I gave a nod. He was a quick study.

  “It stinks like heaven around here,” he moaned pathetically, struggling against my grip. “I’ve gotta get away!”

  “Is it just the smell or is there something else?” Danny asked.

  “The goddamn awful smell!” he yelled.

  Danny looked at me and nodded slightly, then turned to walk to the tree line.

  “A kiss before dying,” I purred in the vampire’s ear.

  I let my lips brush his neck, then my mouth closed over a vein and his blood ran freely. He began to kick wildly and I felt his boots connect with my shins.

  Ouch, I thought. That’s going to leave a bruise.

  I kept drinking greedily until there was nothing left, and let go of him, watching his body crumple to the ground.

  “You know, this is so much easier than decapitating and burning them. At least this way I don’t have to build a fire. Disposing of the bodies is going to be a drag, though.”

  Danny came over, touched the vampire, and its body was reduced to ash.

  “That’s a cool trick. I wish I could do it,” I said longingly.

  “You have your talents,” Danny smirked, “and I have mine. I have to be useful for something or you’ll be tossing me aside like a pile of rags.”

  I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer. “Never, or at least not in my lifetime. Now let’s get back to the cottage. This place reeks!”

  He circled his arms around my waist and I buried my face in his chest, to drown out the smell. He led us back to the cottage through the lights. I liked the lights. I’d have to see if I could replicate them somehow, if I focused hard enough. Not like the raw flash of light I currently produced.

  The map was sitting flat on the floor, no longer three-dimensional. I hadn’t even realised that when I’d returned to the cottage
— after my fall — I’d been laying on a good portion of it.

  I crushed the entire region with one fell swoop, I thought. Pity I can’t do that to the vamps.

  “Now I have somewhere to take them, but if you’re not around I’ll need somewhere to dispose of them.”

  “Down the mine shaft perhaps?” Danny suggested.

  “I’d need to explore the mine fully, beforehand. There’s no use transporting the bodies there only to find I materialise in solid rock. You’re right though, the mine shaft is probably the best place for them.”

  “How about we get back to planning?” Danny said. He produced a pen and paper, handing them to me. “You’ll probably want to take some notes.”

  “Right,” I said. “First up, what about a secret language all of our own?”

  I could tell Danny was playing along with the idea to keep me happy. In truth I was having fun. We discussed code words for various places, and some actions. One of the few things that remained unchanged was the cottage, since the vamps had no idea where it was. The ledge became the fall — named in honour of my stupendous downward spiral — the treetops became the roof, the shelter of tightly woven tree branches became the apartment, and a snatch and grab became a snag. If one of us wasn’t sure where we were to meet we’d ask where the barbecue was. We also thought we’d try the words bath and shower. If one of us said they needed a bath, we were to retreat to the ranch — the name I’d already given to the copper mine — and if one of us said they needed a shower we’d attack, if it wasn’t a simple snag.

  “I don’t think we need much in the way of tactics. The majority of the time I’ll be snagging it. I’ll only ever snag as many as I can handle — no more than two,” or three I thought to myself. “As long as we both know where we’re meant to be collecting the snags from, and where the barbecue will be, we’ll be fine.”

  “If you say so,” Danny replied. “I’ve been working on my own for a long time. Being part of a team will take some getting used to.”

  “I don’t expect you to come with me all the time, Danny. In fact after the first few incursions,” that’s a military term, isn’t it? “it might be better if I went alone. I can always call on you if I need to, and if you’re free you can come. Perhaps even mentioning your name will give me the precious seconds I need if I’m in a bit of a tight spot.”