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She removed the bag from her shoulder and wrapped the stakes tightly together. "Better?" She cradled them against her chest.
He nodded and placed a finger to his lips. She followed him quietly as he left the brick pathway and headed through a grove of trees. The moonlight barely pierced through the canopy of budding leaves overhead. The air grew more chill. Angus became a large shadow that she trailed closely. A breeze ruffled the leaves and brought the sound of a male voice.
"Hey, man, leave some for me."
Emma's skin prickled with gooseflesh. Angus was moving very slowly now. She glanced around nervously, hoping all the dark shapes around them were only trees.
"Shit, what are you doing?" the same voice complained loudly. "That's no way to treat a woman. I wouldn't treat a ho like that."
"Quiet, you fool," another voice hissed.
"Hey, feeding is one thing, but you're killing her. That just ain't right."
Angus drew Emma alongside him so she could see the clearing in front of them. Moonlight gleamed off a huge granite boulder, tinting the clearing with ghostly shades of gray. A male vampire, dressed in black, had a woman pinned to the ground. She looked silvery pale in the moonlight. Her eyes were black and glassy. The only color was the red blood oozing from twin punctures on her neck.
A second vampire, a black man dressed in torn blue jeans and a gray hooded sweatshirt, paced nervously close by. "Shit, man. I hate this."
The first vampire sank his fangs into the woman's neck once again. Emma flinched. The woman would never survive a second bite. Angus held her arm to keep her from moving forward.
"Cut it out, bro!" The black vampire jumped about, trying to get the other vampire's attention. "You're sucking her dry. She's gonna die!"
In a flash, Angus zoomed into the clearing, drawing his claymore. He pricked the first vampire in the neck. "Release her."
Emma flipped her bag open and retrieved a stake.
"What the hell?" The black vampire moved away.
Emma jumped into the clearing and blocked his escape. She pointed her stake at his heart. "Stay right where you are."
"Shit." The black vampire stared at her, then at Angus. "Who the hell are you?"
The first vampire rose slowly to his feet. Blood dripped from his distended fangs. He backed away, but Angus followed him, his sword aimed at the evil vampire's heart.
"This park is under my protection," Angus growled. "Ye will do no more killing here."
"I remember you," the evil vampire spoke with a Russian accent. "You were at the ball last year at Romatech. You crushed Ivan's watch. You're Angus MacKay."
"So now you're following orders from Katya?" Angus asked softly. "Did she ask you to kill for her?"
"I would do anything for her."
"Then tell her this, Alek." When the vampire flinched, Angus continued, "Aye, I know who ye are. Ye were an errand boy for Ivan Petrovsky, and now ye're doing Katya's dirty work."
Emma glanced at the injured woman. How long were these guys going to chat while she lay there bleeding to death? "I'll call an ambulance."
Alek gasped when he looked at her. "You! You're the one I saw before. You killed Vladimir."
Emma swallowed hard. This was the vampire who had gotten away last summer. The only one who knew who she was.
"I was right." Alek glared at her. "The slayer is a mortal woman." He glanced at Angus. "But you're helping her, aren't you?"
"Angus." Emma gave him a pleading look. If this vampire lived, he would tell all the Malcontents that she and Angus were working together.
He charged at Alek, but just before his sword could make contact, Alek vanished.
"Nay!" Angus's sword impaled a tree. "The devil take it." He ripped his sword loose.
"Damn," the black vampire muttered. "Who are you guys? The vampire po-po?"
Angus strode toward the black vampire, scowling. "Doona move."
The vampire raised his hands in surrender. "You da man. I don't mess with no brother with a three-foot blade."
While Angus pointed his claymore at the black vampire's heart, Emma rushed to the injured woman. "She's dying. We have to help her."
"I've called Connor mentally. He should be here - " Angus stopped when Connor appeared beside him.
Connor quickly surveyed the scene. His eyes flashed with anger when he saw the injured woman. He glowered at the black vampire. "Ye bastard, I should throttle you."
"I didn't do it!" the black vampire shouted. "I know, I know, I always tell the po-po I didn't do it, but this time I really mean it. I didn't get a drop out of her. I'm still starving." He glanced at Emma with a speculative look.
She glared back. "Don't even think about it."
"Connor, can ye take the woman to Romatech?" Angus asked. "Roman can save her. Then ye can remove her memory and take her home."
"Will do." Connor gathered the woman in his arms, then vanished.
"Where's everybody going?" the black vampire asked.
"Who are you?" Angus stepped toward him.
He backed up. "I'll be a damned shish kebab if you come any closer with that super-sized switchblade. I've already died once this week, and I don't want to go through that again."
"Ye were transformed this last week?"
"Yeah. That psycho Russian dude did it to me. I was minding my own business, and business was good, if you know what I mean. I had a fine reputation. I had it going on. Then that son of a bitch Alek came along - "
"You were selling drugs?" Emma moved toward him.
"Now, ain't that just the way?" The black vampire frowned at her. "Just because I'm a brother, you assume I'm trafficking."
"Were you?" she asked.
He shrugged. "A man's gotta make a living. Look, girlfriend, I ain't got nothing against you, but I'm starvin', and you're smelling really sweet."
"Touch her and ye die," Angus growled.
"Whoa, bro." He lifted both hands in surrender. "I didn't realize you were, uh, interested in those of a female persuasion, what with that skirt you're wearing and - "
"Enough." Angus slid his claymore back into its sheath. "Drink this." He opened his sporran and removed his flask.
"Nice purse," the black vampire muttered. "I know a guy who can get you a designer one real cheap."
Angus gritted his teeth. "'Tis no' a purse!"
"Whatever you say, man." The black vampire accepted the flask. "This ain't no poison, is it? You know, that's why those bastards killed me. They're making some kind of vampire poison."
"'Tis safe. Drink," Angus ordered.
"Vampire poison?" Emma asked.
"Nightshade," Angus muttered.
"Yeah, that's what they called it." The vampire sniffed at the contents of the flask. "Whoa! This smells good. What is this shit?"
"Blissky. A mixture of synthetic blood and Scotch whisky."
Ah. Now Emma understood why she'd smelled whisky on Angus's breath that first night. She waited for the black vampire to finish his drink.
And waited. She glanced at Angus.
His mouth twitched. "Apparently, our guest is verra hungry."
"Oo-wee!" The black vampire wiped his mouth. "That's some good shit." He upended the flask again, but it was empty. "You got any more of this?"
"We have dozens of bottles at home," Angus answered. "And we can get more whenever we like."
"No shit? You know, those damned Russians don't have anything to eat at their house. They go out every freaking night to attack people. I told them they should be attacking the local blood bank, you know, and storing up some snacks at their crib, but would they listen to me? No."
"You doona wish to harm people?"
"Hell, no. I ain't no killer." He winked at Emma. "I'm more of a lover, you understand."
"You're not exactly a law-abiding citizen," Emma reminded him.
"I gotta make a living. I - I have people depending on me."
"What is yer name?" Angus asked.
"Phineas McKinney."
"McKinney?"
Phineas shrugged. "The brothers used to call me Master Phin." He raised his chin defiantly. "Now I wish to be called Dr. Phang."
