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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 132 из 205I didn't know if it was friend orfoe, or if it made a hell of a lot of difference. The vampire kept coming. It was a residential neighborhood. Bullets can travel a great distance before they hit something. I couldn't take the chance.
I raised my arm, aimed, and fired. The bullet took him in the stomach. He jerked and sort of crumpled over the wound. His face held astonishment.
“Silver-plated bullets, fang-face.”
Willie went for the car. Phillip hesitated between helping me and going.
“Go, Phillip, now.”
The second vampire was trying to circle around. “Stop right where you are,” I said. The vampire froze. “Anybody makes a threatening gesture, I'm going to put a bullet in their brain.”
“It won't kill us,” the second vampire said.
“No, but it won't do you a hell of a lot of good, either.”
The human with the club inched forward. “Don't,” I told him.
The car started. I didn't dare glance back at it. I stepped backwards, hoping I wouldn't trip in the damn high heels. If I fell, they'd rush me. If they rushed me, somebody was going to die.
“Come on, Anita, get in.” It was Phillip, leaning out of the passenger side door.
“Scoot over.” He did, and I slid into the seat. The human rushed us. “Drive, now!”
Willie spun gravel, and I slammed the door shut. I really didn't want to kill anyone tonight. The human was shielding his face from the gravel as we rushed down the driveway.
The car bounced wildly, nearly colliding with a tree. “Slow down; we're safe,” I said.
Willie eased back on the gas. He grinned at me. “We made it.”
“Yeah.” I smiled back at him, but I wasn't so sure.
Blood was dripping down Phillip's face in a nice steady flow. He voiced my thoughts. “Safe, but for how long?” He sounded as tired as I felt.
I patted his arm. “Everything will be all right, Phillip.”
He looked at me. His face seemed older than it had, tired. “You don't believe that any more than I do.”
What could I say? He was right.
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I clicked on the safety of my gun and struggled into a seat belt. Phillip slumped down into the seat, long legs spreadeagled on either side of the floorboard hump. His eyes were closed.
“Where to?” Willie asked.
Good question. I wanted to go home and go to sleep, but … “Phillip's face needs patching up.”
“You wanna take him to a hospital?”
“I'm all right,” Phillip said. His voice was low and strange.
I raised my arm, aimed, and fired. The bullet took him in the stomach. He jerked and sort of crumpled over the wound. His face held astonishment.
“Silver-plated bullets, fang-face.”
Willie went for the car. Phillip hesitated between helping me and going.
“Go, Phillip, now.”
The second vampire was trying to circle around. “Stop right where you are,” I said. The vampire froze. “Anybody makes a threatening gesture, I'm going to put a bullet in their brain.”
“It won't kill us,” the second vampire said.
“No, but it won't do you a hell of a lot of good, either.”
The human with the club inched forward. “Don't,” I told him.
The car started. I didn't dare glance back at it. I stepped backwards, hoping I wouldn't trip in the damn high heels. If I fell, they'd rush me. If they rushed me, somebody was going to die.
“Come on, Anita, get in.” It was Phillip, leaning out of the passenger side door.
“Scoot over.” He did, and I slid into the seat. The human rushed us. “Drive, now!”
Willie spun gravel, and I slammed the door shut. I really didn't want to kill anyone tonight. The human was shielding his face from the gravel as we rushed down the driveway.
The car bounced wildly, nearly colliding with a tree. “Slow down; we're safe,” I said.
Willie eased back on the gas. He grinned at me. “We made it.”
“Yeah.” I smiled back at him, but I wasn't so sure.
Blood was dripping down Phillip's face in a nice steady flow. He voiced my thoughts. “Safe, but for how long?” He sounded as tired as I felt.
I patted his arm. “Everything will be all right, Phillip.”
He looked at me. His face seemed older than it had, tired. “You don't believe that any more than I do.”
What could I say? He was right.
30
I clicked on the safety of my gun and struggled into a seat belt. Phillip slumped down into the seat, long legs spreadeagled on either side of the floorboard hump. His eyes were closed.
“Where to?” Willie asked.
Good question. I wanted to go home and go to sleep, but … “Phillip's face needs patching up.”
“You wanna take him to a hospital?”
“I'm all right,” Phillip said. His voice was low and strange.