Burnt Offerings - Laurell K. Hamilton [151]
I slid out of what remained of the suit. Even with the taped joints it slipped off me like a shed skin. I exchanged hands to keep the shotgun ready and dived into the water. Swimming was faster, and if there was anything to catch, I’d caught it by now. The cross lit my way like a beacon. But it was Reynolds’s cross that I swam for. That was my beacon.
I had seconds to reach her or it was all over. I had a sense of movement a second before the last vamp slammed into me. I turned, starting to point the shotgun at it, and it grabbed the gun. I think it was just grabbing anything, but it tore the gun from my hand and grabbed for me.
She was almost pretty with her long pale hair streaming behind her like a mermaid straight out of a fairy story. The cross made her skin glow as she reached for me. I had a knife ready and shoved it up under her chin. It slid in easily but didn’t reach the brain. It wasn’t a killing blow, not even close. She stood in the water, hands clawing at the knife. I don’t think it was pain. She just couldn’t open her mouth enough to feed.
I shoved the second blade under her ribs, up into her heart. Her body shuddered, eyes impossibly wide. Her mouth opened enough for me to see my knife blade impaling her. She screamed wordlessly and hit me with the back of her hand. The only thing that kept me from being airborne was the water. It absorbed some of the shock. I fell backwards, and the water closed over me. I had a second of floating, then I tried to breathe, got a mouthful of water and staggered to my feet, coughing, falling down as soon as I stood. I got my feet under me and felt something warmer on my face than water. I was bleeding. My vision was going grey with little white flowers in it.
The vampire was still coming for me with my last two knives in its body. There was no more screaming from across the room. I couldn’t see that far, but it could only mean one thing. Reynolds, Wren, and Tucker were gone.
I was backing up in the water. I tripped over something and went down, water pouring over me. It was harder to get up this time, slower. I’d tripped over the Haz-Mat suit, and the bag with the Browning in it. My vision was full of holes. It was like watching the vampire through a strobe light. I closed my eyes, but the white flowers ate the back of my eyelids. I let myself sink into the water and found the bag by my foot. Was I holding my breath, or had I just stopped breathing? I couldn’t remember. I got the Browning out without opening my eyes. I didn’t need to see to use it.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me to the surface. I fired as I came up, blowing holes in her body like a zipper until I came to that pale face. She put a hand out, over the muzzle of the gun, and that delicate hand blew into bits of bone, a bloody stump. I fired into that face until it was a red ruin and I was deaf in both ears.
The vampire fell backwards into the water, and I slid to my knees. The water poured over me. I tried to push to the surface again and couldn’t. I think I got one last mouthful of air, then the grey and white spots were everywhere. I couldn’t see the glow of the cross or the black water. When darkness swallowed my vision, it was smooth and perfect. I had a moment of floating, a dim thought that I should be scared, then nothing.
47
I WOKE UP on the grass where Caroline and I had been sitting. Vomiting water and bile, feeling like shit, but alive. Alive was good. Almost as good was Detective Tammy Reynolds standing over me, watching the EMTs work on me. Her arm was taped to her side, and she was crying. Then nothing, like someone changed the channel, and I woke up to a different show.
Hospital this time, and I was afraid I’d dreamed Reynolds, and that she was really dead. Larry sat in a chair by my bed, head back, asleep or knocked out on painkillers. I took his presence as a sign I hadn’t hallucinated Reynolds. If his sweetie had been dead, I didn’t think he’d be sitting here, at least not asleep.
He blinked awake, eyes unfocused, from drugs I think. “How are