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The vampire I’d fired at was still on his feet, but I could see a candle on the wall behind him flickering through the hole in his head.
He slumped to his knees and fell face-first to the stone floor.
“I dunno, guys. I think a god might have seen this one coming.” I took three more out in quick succession, pop-pop-pop, before any of them had a chance to react to the first guy dying.
Blood sprayed the dark rock walls, and two candle flames guttered out, their wicks wet from flying gore.
“How dare you?” the head vampire snarled, his voice booming in the cathedral-like space. “You would defile this holy place?”
The eleven remaining lackeys had realized this wasn’t just a shooting gallery and they could move, and advanced towards me.
Pop-pop-pop-poppop.
And then there were six.
A guy on the ground pushed himself back up to kneeling.
Okay, seven.
I scooted back a few steps, putting the wall at my rear so no one could come up and surprise me. The wounded vamp could wait; he wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.
The rest of them, however, were moving a lot faster than I’d anticipated. The daytime should have made them groggy and sluggish, but they were fast.
I had enough time for pop-pop.
One of them dodged the falling body of his comrade and knocked the rifle out of my hands with a fierce slap. I probably should have expected that, but it still managed to take me by surprise. He got me by the throat, and before I had time to process what was happening he’d lifted me off the ground, my toes barely brushing the stone. I gagged, slapping him in the face to absolutely no effect.
“Our blood is his blood,” the vampire said, baring his fangs at me.
“Then why don’t you share it with him,” I wheezed in response.
He hadn’t noticed the Sig on my thigh and definitely didn’t know I’d armed it until the barrel was pressed under his chin. I fired.
Fine red mist fell around us as his grip went limp and we both fell down. My ears were ringing from the proximity to the discharge, but I still managed to scramble out of the way before one of the four vampires got ahold of me.
Pop, right in the face.
I got back to my feet and took one of my precious few seconds to admire the path of fallen bodies leading from the master vampire up to my feet.
I fired at a lunging vampire right as he leapt for me, and sidestepped to let his body sail past and land in a heap near the mouth of the cave, his head reduced to a fine, faceless pulp.
Where was the rifle?
He’d landed on it.
Motherfucker.
Two vamps left, but the would-be god of vampires was having none of this insolence. He shrieked, a sound like that of a dying animal caught in a trap. “Kill her.” His hands were in fists, and his pale face was now a putrid shade of purple.
“Aww, man. You seem mad. Are you mad?”
He roared at me.
One of the vampires slammed into me, knocking me to the floor. The air escaped my lungs in a hard whoosh, and I gasped, trying to get my breath back. The vamp’s fangs were out, gnashing wildly, and he was pressing my gun hand down with his full weight. As I scrambled to get my fingers around the knife in my boot, he bit down.
Pain seared through me, the place where his teeth latched down on my clavicle burning like it was on fire. When he tasted blood, he shook his head like a frenzied dog, tearing my shirt and skin both in turn. He pulled back, and his face was soaked with red, a tattered piece of my linen button-down dangling from a fang.
I drove my knife into his temple.
