by N. P. Martin
"What happened?" My head was groggy, and there was a weird tingling sensation in my neck. I instinctively rubbed my neck and felt a number of small holes there, slightly raised around the edges.
“You were bitten, but you’ll be fine. The head vamp is dead.”
I looked around behind me and saw nothing but a pile of dust on the floor. “Where’s the body?”
“Disintegrated after I killed it. I shot the son of bitch twice in the head after he bit you. That bought me time to get close enough to use the machete. It was a close one, I can tell you that.”
I slowly got to my feet, Frank lending me a hand. "I'm okay. You don't have to hold me. What about the girl?"
“She’ll be around here somewhere, probably wondering what the hell is happening.”
“She’s not a vamp anymore?”
“Nope. The master is dead. She’ll be normal by now. Let’s find her.”
Frank started to call the girl’s name, his voice echoing around the room. A few moments later the girl appeared around one of the machines. She looked frightened and confused. “What’s going on?” she asked in a small voice.
“It’s okay, honey,” Frank said. “We’re here to take you home to your father.”
“My father?” The girl’s confusion soon turned to tears. “Father...”
I went to the girl and tentatively took her by the hand. She was only thirteen, just a kid. “Come on,” I said as gently as I could. “We’ll take you home.”
We escorted the girl out of the factory and put her in the back of the car. I was never so glad to be out of anywhere in my life. I didn’t even feel like I could breathe properly again until Frank was driving away from the factory, heading uptown to where the senator lived.
I sat in the car while Frank brought the senator his daughter. A gray-haired man dressed in a dark suit, the senator hugged the girl tightly, and they both cried on each other's shoulder. He gave Frank a grateful look, uttered a few words to him, and then carried his daughter into the house, closing the door behind him.
Frank wearily walked back to the car. “How’s the neck?” he asked.
“Fine as far as I can tell,” I said. I had already checked it out in the mirror. All those holes looked nasty, but it felt like they were healing already, thanks to the Light Energy that I could feel pulsing around the wound.
Frank checked out the scratches on his face in the rearview mirror. "My good looks have been ruined," he said.
"I think it's an improvement." I smiled at him, and he gave me a small smile back.
“You did good in there.”
“I almost became a teen vampire. Hardly good.”
"No one said it was easy. Shit happens. You did well anyway."
I nodded, allowing myself to feel a trickle of victory. Despite nearly getting turned into a vampire, we did manage to save the girl. Now she was home with her father, who clearly loved her very much. That made me feel good, but, a little sad because I didn't have a father to hug me anymore. But still, I had helped save someone's life, and that felt good no matter what. As Frank drove us back to the cabin, I thought that maybe there was some merit in being a Watcher, and I started to see why my mom sacrificed so much to do the job.
The question was, what would I end up having to sacrifice?
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Books By N. P. Martin
The Sorcerer’s Creed Series
CRIMSON CROW
BLOOD SACRIFICE
BLOOD DEBT
BLOOD CULT
BLOOD DEMON
*MORE TO COME*
The Watchers Series
HELL IS COMING
HELL IS HERE
HELL AND BACK
HELL TO PAY
BAD GRACE
LUCAS
About The Author
I’m N. P. Martin and I’m a lover of dark fantasy and horror. Writing stories about magic, the occult, monsters and kickass characters has always been my idea of a dream job, and these days, I get to live that dream. I have tried many things in my life (professional martial arts instructor, bouncer, plasterer, salesman…to name a few), but only the writing hat seems to fit. When I’m not writing, I’m spending time with my wife and daughters at our home in Northern Ireland.
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