Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [1050]
My gaze flicked to Igor’s still form and the bodies piled in the doorways. If Igor was breathing, I couldn’t see it. “Check his pulse, Nathaniel.”
Nathaniel glanced down at the man, gave me a second of eye contact, then turned back to staring at the broken sliding door. “I’d hear his heart if it was still beating. Hear the blood in his body if it was still moving. It’s not.” He said all that with his head turned away from me. It made it somehow worse, more unnerving.
Micah appeared in the far doorway. “There’s no one left alive in here.” He stepped over the pile of bodies in the door, and even that movement was gliding, his balance forward on the feet, which were somewhere between human and leopard. Was I really going to be a leopard when the moon came full this month? Was this dark, graceful shape, this muscular shadow, what I had inside of me?
I pushed the question away; we had other more pressing problems, like the wounded. I’d concentrate on the emergencies and try to let everything else go. It was one of my specialties. I put my fingers against Claudia’s neck, trying to check her pulse. She shrugged her shoulders, moving just enough so I couldn’t check it. “I’m fine,” she said, voice harsh. “I’m fine.”
That was so obviously not true, I didn’t even argue. Until I checked the house personally, I wouldn’t believe we had the all-clear, but my industrial size first-aid kit was in the pantry, and I knew the immediate area was safe. “Cherry crawl out from under the table on this side and get the first-aid kit.” I stood up and moved around the cabinets so I’d be able to see both the living room and the sliding glass door, not to mention the bay window over the breakfast nook.
Cherry glanced once at Zane, then crawled out from among the chair legs. She stayed low until she got to the pantry closet. She had to make Caleb move, scooting at him, gently, with her feet. He finally unwound from his tight fetal position and crawled about a foot away so Cherry could get the kit.
Cherry went to Igor first. She was a wereleopard; her hearing was just as good as Nathaniel’s, but she went through all the motions, then turned to Claudia. Claudia tried to push her away with her left hand, gun still in it.
“Claudia, let Cherry help you,” I said.
“Damn it!”
Cherry took that for a yes and started inspecting the shoulder. Claudia didn’t fight her anymore, and I was glad. Shock can make you do and say funny things. I didn’t really want to arm wrestle the wererat, wounded or not. Of course, Micah was here and he could probably arm wrestle Claudia and win, at least while she was wounded.
I was still keeping a peripheral sense of the open spaces, but as the time dragged on quietly, there was only the wind in the trees, the noise of summer locusts thrumming through the open living room door and the splintered glass of the back door. I began to relax by inches. That tension in my shoulders that I always get during a fight and never really notice until the adrenaline lets down, let me know that I thought we were safe, for now.
Then I heard something over the summer silence—sirens. Police sirens wailing, getting closer. I didn’t have any near neighbors. You heard gunshots in Jefferson County pretty regularly, so who the hell reported the gunshots?
Micah turned that strangely rounded face towards me. “Are they coming here?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, but it seems likely.”
We both glanced down at the bodies on the floor, then looked at each other. “We don’t have time to hide the bodies,” he said.
“No, we don’t,” I said. I looked at everybody. Merle was still watching the kitchen window, the borrowed shotgun in his big hands. Zane had crawled out from under the table to play nurse for Cherry, handing her things as she asked for them. She had packed Claudia’s arm.
Cherry