by Martha Woods
The witch had laughed and kept walking. Kristian cradled his arm to his chest, crouched in a corner with his back to her. She tried to reach out to her brother, but he hissed in response. No matter what she said, what words she tried to ply him with, her brother had become something other. He’d become a caged animal and it broke her heart.
It was her fault. She had trusted Leticia.
But they had survived. She had survived. Veronica would not be so easily killed.
They were aware that they were being followed when a pair of headlights descended upon their tail. The car bumped their rear end and the Shelby swerved. Veronica grabbed the door handle, holding on. Another car swerved to avoid them, laying on their horn. She twisted in her seat, trying to see past the glaring lights. The witches had found them again.
“How many of them are there?” Morgan shouted in frustration. “It feels like we cut the head off two and four more pop up.”
“There must have been more at the nightclub than we expected. They must have seen us kill their sisters.” Or, they had recognized her. She swore under her breath.
The car behind them revved its engine. It slammed against the Shelby. Veronica’s head snapped forward. The Shelby swerved, the tail rocking back and forth. Morgan jerked the wheel to get it under control, but the Shelby had other ideas. Morgan lost control. The Shelby spun out of control. The car behind them sped up. It slammed into the passenger side.
Veronica slid into Morgan and he lost grip on the wheel. Distantly, she was aware of the grinding sound of the car against the Shelby. They were weightless for a brief second. The car shoved the Shelby off the road, into the steep ravine. Their world tumbled around them.
Morgan wrapped his arms around Veronica. She tucked her head into his shoulder. Metal crunched around them. Glass shattered, spraying everywhere. The Shelby tumbled until it slammed into the ravine. Veronica didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see the chaos around her, but she knew that the witches would have pulled over by now. They’d be coming down the wall of the ravine.
She pulled herself from Morgan’s arms. The windshield was gone. There were only shards of glass jutting out from the edges. It took her a moment to realize that the world beyond the shattered mess was upside down. Her hair hung around her head, a mess of blood and glass. Her face and arms stung as she moved to unbuckle herself. She slammed into the Shelby’s roof once the mechanism was finally free.
The sounds of crunching foliage tickled her ears. She had to hurry. The witches were almost upon them. Morgan’s seat belt refused to let go. Feeling a mixture of anger and terror surging inside of her, she gripped the seat belt and ripped it apart. It protested before giving way. Morgan half slumped onto the roof.
She kicked the shards of glass out of the windshield before climbing out. A forgotten piece of glass caught in her shirt, grazing her stomach as she pulled herself through. She didn’t have time to acknowledge the pain. Blood seeped down her stomach. She turned to pull Morgan from the wreck when she saw the metal bar piercing his arm. It went through the flesh of his left bicep, pinning him to the seat.
The witches were getting close and closer with each moment wasted. Veronica crawled around to the driver’s window and tore away the loose glass. Using all the strength she had, she gripped the metal bar and forced it back into the car wreck. Metal groaned, but it gave way and slid out of Morgan’s arm. He fell with a thump, completely unconscious.
“The sun is coming,” a witch called through the woods. “How about we help you greet the sun, night spawn?”
Veronica swallowed past the lump in her throat. Pausing, she listened to the sounds around her. She could hear the footsteps of at least two bodies approaching.
“Come on, Morgan. Wake up,” she pleaded. But he didn’t stir.
The sound of rocks tumbling into the ravine was loud. Veronica’s head shot up. A white haired witch smiled wide, her mouth full of sharp teeth. Adrenaline flooder her. She recognized this witch. It was the same one who had burned through Kristian’s arm. In her hands was a thick chain that glimmered in the weak light. Silver plate.
“I think that it is high time that we get to have some fun,” the witch said.
Something flashed over Veronica’s vision before she felt it at her throat. The silver burned as the witch behind her tightened the chain. Veronica didn’t need to breathe, but the pain was more than she’d felt in a very long time. It burned through her.
I refuse to die.
Veronica reached behind her and clutched the second witch by her shoulder. Using all of her vampire strength, she threw the witch over her shoulder. The witch crashed into the base of a tree. The first witch closed the space between them, unnaturally fast.
“You should be dead,” Veronica rasped.
The witch licked her lips. “I thought that vampire just tasted good, but it seems that there’s a side effect to my favorite meal. It means I get to live long enough to rip your head off and toss it into the sunlight.”
They were eating vampires? That’s why they had been hunting them so relentlessly.
“Then I’ll bring your body back to the flock and we’ll harvest what’s left of you so that everyone can have a bite. The one in the car will make for good spell components. We’ll take our time on the table, taking each piece while his body works to rebuild. We had him once. He was quite the specimen. No matter how much we harvested, he simply refused to die.”
Veronica growled. Her fingers flexed. She itched to tear the witch apart.
“It was your name that was on his lips when we cut into him,” the witch traced her nail through the air, mimicking cutting. Her wrist rotated, palm glowing with firelight. The ball of flame shot through the air.
Veronica dodged. The flame crashed into the side of the Shelby. The hulking wreck rocked for a moment. If the witch hit the gas tank it would go up in flames. Veronica had to end this quickly. She darted away from the Shelby, eager to draw the fire in another direction.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the flash of light again. The second ball narrowly missed her head. It hit a tree trunk. The wood sizzled, sap boiling beneath the bark. Veronica darted close to the witch. Rage was burning inside of her, blood boiling beneath her skin like that sap. The witch’s silver chain lashed out at her. She didn’t bother dodging. Instead, her arm came up. It wrapped like a snake around her wrist. It burned like hell. The witch smiled wide. She licked her sharp teeth.
Ignoring the searing pain, Veronica jerked the chain toward her. The witch stumbled forward. Eyes wide, she looked up at Veronica. Fire burned in her hands, but before she could do anything, Veronica’s hand plunged into her chest. Fingers wrapped around a pulsing organ. The blood softly burned. It was nothing compared to the silver still wrapped around her wrist. She yanked her hand out and the muscle came free.
The witch’s mouth gaped, unable to form words as she looked at her own heart in Veronica’s hands. Her hand reached for the hole in her chest right before her body dropped to the ravine floor. Veronica crushed the witch’s heart in her hand before throwing it into the brush. Ignoring the silver still wrapped around her wrist, she ran for the crumpled Shelby.
Veronica fell to her hands and knees in front of the broken windshield. Hurried, she shed the silver chain and pulled his body through the empty windshield, not caring about the broken glass anymore. She needed to hurry. The witches weren’t stupid. The hadn’t brought rope. She knew they would be wielding silver chains to tie them to the trees around her. She and Morgan were in no condition to fight.
Charley would have been damned convenient right about then. Her ability to appear wherever she wanted was nifty as hell. Right then, Veronica’s only option was to lift Morgan into her arms. There was no fighting her way out of this. Weak as she was, she could still run.
The second witch began to stir right before Veronica darted. Her body protested, muscles screaming. The wound in her stomach split and she felt the trickle of blood welling in t
he waist of her jeans. She ignored her body and pushed forward. She had no idea where she was going, only that they had to get somewhere safe before the sun rose. Someplace that the witches wouldn’t find them.
With her vampire speed, Veronica was able to put enough space between them and the witch that she could slow down. The horizon was turning pink and her skin was tingling. If only they had some of the drugs stashed in the glove box.
If only Morgan had stayed at the house, she thought. But he had left to get the witches off her brother’s trail. Kristian was still healing. He couldn’t take on the witches in the state he was in. Tessa had killed a witch, but that had been a stroke of luck. She was of little help when it came to fighting them off. And now, Ryan was gone. The witches had severed his head from his body the same way they had done to their sisters.
Ahead of her, Veronica could smell the remnants of campfire smoke in the air. She darted for it. The trees parted to reveal a small wood shack. A cold campfire sat a few yards from the door. She set Morgan down in the dirt before circling the perimeter. She could see tire tracks in the dirt. A truck had been here, but had left. Hopefully the inside of the shack was empty as well.
There was a padlock on the shack door. Veronica sighed, exhaustion setting in. With a sharp jerk of her hand, the padlock snapped off. She tossed it aside before grabbing Morgan. A moan slipped from his lips. Relief flooded her for a brief moment. He was still alive. But barely.
She ripped away the blankets and set him down on the rickety cot inside the door. She used the blankets to cover the thin window. Exhaustion gripped her the moment she felt even a little safe. She collapsed to the floor. When would the witches find them? Would it be in the middle of the day? Or had she run far enough that they witches had lost their trail?
Morgan had been right. This mission hadn’t gone as planned. The Calder had been far more prepared than they expected. Her hand tingled from the witch blood that had dried on her skin. When had they killed Ryan?
Sleep claimed her as she sat with her back to the cot.
She woke to the sound of rummaging. Her brain kicked into panic mode. Hissing, she scrambled to her feet. The word swayed around her and she had to grip the rough wood wall. Little by little, the world came into focus.
“Calm down,” a familiar voice said. It rumbled through her, making her drop to the ground again.
Morgan.
He was wrangling a live rabbit. It was trying hard to escape, but Morgan shoved it into her face and she felt her hunger wash through her. The edges of her vision turned red It wiped away all rational thoughts. She clutched the furred creature and bit into it. Warmth burst into her mouth. Her nails dug into its skin and she could feel the same warmth drip down her fingers. She drank and drank.
Eventually, the small creature was dry. Yet, her body craved more. She needed more. She looked up at the man standing in the room with her. His blood would make her strong. His blood would fill her. Seductively, she stuck her finger in her mouth. She sucked the blood from it in one long, smooth motion.
The man looked away from her.
“The rabbit should get you moving, but we need to find a safe house. We need to feed on something more substantial.” He dug his phone from his pocket. He glanced back at her. She licked another finger. He let out a small groan.
“Feed me,” she demanded, voice husky.
She crawled to him on her hands and knees. She knew she was doing it right when his eyes began to burn. She reached up, gripping the waist of his jeans.
“We don’t have time for this right now, Veronica.” His voice was strained. “Get a hold on yourself.”
“No,” she purred.
Her back was suddenly against the wall. Morgan’s arm pinned her to the spot. He let out a long sigh before tearing his other wrist open. He pressed it against her lips. The feel of her tongue on his skin drive him mad. He wanted to tear away her jeans and bury himself deep inside of her, but this wasn’t the woman he loved. He wondered what she’d been through while he was unconscious.
“Enough,” he grumbled before ripping his wrist away.
Veronica slumped against the wall, slaked for the moment. Rationality slowly crept back into her mind. She remembered that they were on the run. She remembered that they were hiding in someone’s shack. She ran a hand through her messy hair. Glass shook free and clattered to the floor, a reminder of the night she had been through.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. His blood still clung to her lips. Nervously, she licked it away.
He shook his head. “Don’t be. You...you saved me last night. You deserved it.”
“Is there a safe house nearby?” She ached to find peace. The witches were still hot on their heels. The thought chewed on the edges of her mind, made her stand at attention at all moments. Small sounds outside the shack made her jump.
“There is, but we will only stop to get food and the daylight drug. I don’t want to be without it again. In the meantime we should grab some new clothes.”
Veronica looked down at herself. The front of her shirt was ripped in jagged strips and splattered with her blood. The wound in her stomach had healed. Morgan’s shirt had fared a similar fate, littered with holes that the glass had punched through. That had been the issue with older cars. The windshield would become a million tiny daggers. She peered at his arm. There was a puckered, pink scar where the metal had pierced it.
She breathed a sigh of relief. They were more or less in one piece.
“Let’s go find twenty four hour super store,” she said, pushing off the wall.
Morgan followed, a laugh on his lips. They didn’t have a car, but the vampire blood burning in her veins like a drug told her that she could outrun him. Outside the cabin door she could see the doe lying in the dusty yard.
“You got a deer and all I got was a rabbit?”
“It’s harder to get a deer inside that,” he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the shack.
“That hardly seems fair,” she pouted. “Which way does your phone say the nearest town is?”
Morgan peered at the screen before pointing towards a grove of young trees. Before he could look up from the phone, she smile and darted. She could hear his protests behind her, but she just laughed. That was what he got for expecting her to be happy with a rabbit.
She could hear him approaching. He was hot on her heels. But she had his blood in her. She picked up her pace. She vaulted over a fallen log. A bird startled and took to the air. She could still hear Morgan’s footfalls behind her. A laugh bubbled up from inside of her. Exhilaration pumped through her.
Too soon, they came to a busy highway. Veronica slid to a halt. Moments later Morgan appeared beside her. On the other side was a twenty four hour superstore. The smell of exhaust, pizza, and beer filled the air. It was enough to be overwhelming, But, they needed new clothes and it was highly unlikely that they would run into a Calder witch in a place like this.
Veronica tried to imagine one of the white haired bitches in a place like this. The image of an old woman in an electric cart hitting the back of the bitch’s heels made her laugh under her breath. Morgan shot her a questioning look, but she simply shook her head. Maybe all of this excitement was unravelling her sanity. Maybe it was just plain funny.
They sped across the highway, too fast for the human drivers to notice. Morgan took her hand in his. They garnered odd attention as they entered the store. One, short haired soccer mom covered her son’s eyes and pulled him close to her as the two vampires walked past. It wasn’t that they were obviously vampires. That would have made people run screaming or take photos on their cell phones. No, it was the smears of dried blood on their skin, the tears in their clothing that had people staring at them. It looked as though they had just finished fighting with a grizzly bear and thought to pick up milk for the house.
“Excuse me,” a creaky voice declared.
Morgan sighed, but before he turned around his face lifted into an expression that c
ould only be called pleasant.
“Yes?”
A small woman stared up at him through thick, round glasses. Her salt and pepper curls were wound tight against her skull. “You are concerning some of our patrons. I was wondering if I needed to call the cops, but I couldn’t decide if I should call them on you or for you.”
Veronica stepped forward, wrapping herself around Morgan’s arm. A smile slipped across her lips that was much friendlier than Morgan’s.
“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing that she had the hypnotic ability of some vampires. “We will not be a bother to you.”
The woman’s overly large eyes looked her up and down. Her thin lips scowled. Veronica thought of Tessa and wished that the human were here. She would know exactly what was going through this old bat’s head. Did she think that Veronica and Morgan had murdered someone? The did look like the poster children for serial killers anonymous.
“We were in a car accident a ways back,” Morgan confessed. “Our tow truck driver dropped us off here so we could grab something else to wear. Got to say, we’re lucky to have walked out of that kind of wreck unscathed.”
“But there’s so much blood,” the woman whispered under her breath.
Veronica worked fast. The woman was likely to call the cops on them if she didn’t. They didn’t need that kind of attention right now. The witches might not attack them here, but they couldn’t afford to let them catch up.
“Can we go now?” her voice whined. She pulled at Morgan’s sleeve, sounding not at all like herself. She had become a whimpering wretch. “My ankle is throbbing. I think I might have busted something.”
“This is all my fault,” he played into her whining and wrapped an arm around her middle to support her. She leaned into him, wincing as she lifted her foot off the floor. “Let’s get you something to wear so we can get you off your feet. Oh, where are we going to go tonight? The kids were expecting us to be home hours ago.”