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Burnt Offerings :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"That's sort of the point, Larry."
"It's exactly the point," he said. "I didn't want to shoot her."
"She could have killed you, Larry."
"I know."
I gripped the steering wheel tight enough to mottle my skin, white and pink. I let out a long breath and tried not to yell. "You obviously don't know, or you would have been more careful."
"I'm alive, and she's not dead. The vampire didn't even get a scratch. It worked out all right."
I pulled out onto Olive and started creeping towards 270. We needed to head north towards St. Charles. Larry had an apartment over there. It was about a twenty-minute drive, give or take. His apartment looked out over a lake where geese nested in the spring and congregated in the winter. Richard Zeeman, junior high science teacher, alpha werewolf, and at that time, my boyfriend, had helped him move in. Richard had really liked the geese nesting just under the balcony. So had I.
"Larry, you are going to have to get over this squeamishness or you're going to get killed."
"I'll keep doing what I think is right, Anita. Nothing you can say will change my mind."
"Dammit, Larry. I don't want to have to bury you."
"What would you have done? Shot her?"
"I wouldn't have turned my back on her, Larry. I could have probably disarmed her or kept her busy until the other attendant arrived. I wouldn't have had to shoot her."
"I let things get out of control," he said.
"Your priorities were screwed. You should have neutralized the threat before you checked on the victim. Alive, you could help the vamp. Dead, you're just another victim."
"Well, at least I've got a scar you don't have."
I shook my head. "You'll have to try harder if you want a scar I don't have."
"You let a human shove one of your own stakes into your back?"
"Two humans with multiple bites, what I used to call human servants, before I knew what the term really meant. I had one pinned and was stabbing him. The woman came at my back."
"So yours wasn't a mistake," he said.
I shrugged. "I could have shot them when I first saw them, but I didn't kill humans as easily back then. I learned my lesson. Just because it doesn't have fangs doesn't mean it can't kill you."
"You used to be squeamish about shooting human servants?" Larry asked.
I turned onto 270. "No one's perfect. Why did the woman have a hard-on to kill the vampire?"
He grinned. "You're going to love this one. She's a member of Humans First. The vampire was a doctor in the hospital.
"That's sort of the point, Larry."
"It's exactly the point," he said. "I didn't want to shoot her."
"She could have killed you, Larry."
"I know."
I gripped the steering wheel tight enough to mottle my skin, white and pink. I let out a long breath and tried not to yell. "You obviously don't know, or you would have been more careful."
"I'm alive, and she's not dead. The vampire didn't even get a scratch. It worked out all right."
I pulled out onto Olive and started creeping towards 270. We needed to head north towards St. Charles. Larry had an apartment over there. It was about a twenty-minute drive, give or take. His apartment looked out over a lake where geese nested in the spring and congregated in the winter. Richard Zeeman, junior high science teacher, alpha werewolf, and at that time, my boyfriend, had helped him move in. Richard had really liked the geese nesting just under the balcony. So had I.
"Larry, you are going to have to get over this squeamishness or you're going to get killed."
"I'll keep doing what I think is right, Anita. Nothing you can say will change my mind."
"Dammit, Larry. I don't want to have to bury you."
"What would you have done? Shot her?"
"I wouldn't have turned my back on her, Larry. I could have probably disarmed her or kept her busy until the other attendant arrived. I wouldn't have had to shoot her."
"I let things get out of control," he said.
"Your priorities were screwed. You should have neutralized the threat before you checked on the victim. Alive, you could help the vamp. Dead, you're just another victim."
"Well, at least I've got a scar you don't have."
I shook my head. "You'll have to try harder if you want a scar I don't have."
"You let a human shove one of your own stakes into your back?"
"Two humans with multiple bites, what I used to call human servants, before I knew what the term really meant. I had one pinned and was stabbing him. The woman came at my back."
"So yours wasn't a mistake," he said.
I shrugged. "I could have shot them when I first saw them, but I didn't kill humans as easily back then. I learned my lesson. Just because it doesn't have fangs doesn't mean it can't kill you."
"You used to be squeamish about shooting human servants?" Larry asked.
I turned onto 270. "No one's perfect. Why did the woman have a hard-on to kill the vampire?"
He grinned. "You're going to love this one. She's a member of Humans First. The vampire was a doctor in the hospital.