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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 248 из 272It held two extra crosses. Vampires seemed to always be taking them from me.
Jean-Claude watched it all with interest. His dark eyes followed my hands like he was memorizing the movements.
I put the duster on and walked a few steps to get the feel of everything. I drew both knives just to make sure the coat sleeves weren't too tight. I drew both guns and still didn't like the Firestar. I finally shifted the inner pants holster to one side. It dug into my side hard enough to bruise, but I could draw it in a reasonable time. That was more important than comfort tonight. I slipped an extra clip for both guns in the coat pockets. They were loaded with nonsilver bullets. It made me nervous to only have the silver bullets that were in the guns, but Rawhead and Bloody Bones was going to make his appearance sometime tonight. Magnus might even be there. I wanted ammo for everything I'd meet tonight.
Larry came out from behind the Jeep. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. It wasn't that he looked bad, he just looked so uncomfortable. He seemed to have trouble walking in the black leather pants.
"Just walk naturally," Jason said.
"I can't," Larry said. He had a silk tank top that was the twin of mine except it was blue instead of red. He had short black boots on. The black jacket he'd borrowed from Jason last night completed the outfit.
I looked at the boots.
"Black jogging shoes perhaps, Ma petite , but white jogging shoes with black leather? I do not think so."
"I feel ridiculous," Larry said. "How can you wear this all the time?"
"I like leather," Jason said.
"We must be off," Jean-Claude said. "Anita, if you would drive?"
"I thought you might want to fly," I said.
"It is important we arrive together," he said.
Larry and I added salt to our pockets. With the extra ammo clips in one pocket and salt in the other, my coat hung a little crooked, but hey, we weren't going to a fashion show. We all slid into the Jeep. There was a lot of protesting from the back seat. "These pants are even more uncomfortable sitting down."
"I will remember your dislike of leather in the future, Lawrence."
"My name is Larry."
I drove the Jeep down the rutted road that led out of the construction site. "Serephina wants to be immortal." I turned onto the main road and headed back towards Branson, though of course we'd be stopping at Serephina's on the way.
Jean-Claude turned in his seat to stare at me. "What are you saying, Ma petite ?"
I told him. I told him about Rawhead and Bloody Bones, and Serephina's plan.
Jean-Claude watched it all with interest. His dark eyes followed my hands like he was memorizing the movements.
I put the duster on and walked a few steps to get the feel of everything. I drew both knives just to make sure the coat sleeves weren't too tight. I drew both guns and still didn't like the Firestar. I finally shifted the inner pants holster to one side. It dug into my side hard enough to bruise, but I could draw it in a reasonable time. That was more important than comfort tonight. I slipped an extra clip for both guns in the coat pockets. They were loaded with nonsilver bullets. It made me nervous to only have the silver bullets that were in the guns, but Rawhead and Bloody Bones was going to make his appearance sometime tonight. Magnus might even be there. I wanted ammo for everything I'd meet tonight.
Larry came out from behind the Jeep. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. It wasn't that he looked bad, he just looked so uncomfortable. He seemed to have trouble walking in the black leather pants.
"Just walk naturally," Jason said.
"I can't," Larry said. He had a silk tank top that was the twin of mine except it was blue instead of red. He had short black boots on. The black jacket he'd borrowed from Jason last night completed the outfit.
I looked at the boots.
"Black jogging shoes perhaps, Ma petite , but white jogging shoes with black leather? I do not think so."
"I feel ridiculous," Larry said. "How can you wear this all the time?"
"I like leather," Jason said.
"We must be off," Jean-Claude said. "Anita, if you would drive?"
"I thought you might want to fly," I said.
"It is important we arrive together," he said.
Larry and I added salt to our pockets. With the extra ammo clips in one pocket and salt in the other, my coat hung a little crooked, but hey, we weren't going to a fashion show. We all slid into the Jeep. There was a lot of protesting from the back seat. "These pants are even more uncomfortable sitting down."
"I will remember your dislike of leather in the future, Lawrence."
"My name is Larry."
I drove the Jeep down the rutted road that led out of the construction site. "Serephina wants to be immortal." I turned onto the main road and headed back towards Branson, though of course we'd be stopping at Serephina's on the way.
Jean-Claude turned in his seat to stare at me. "What are you saying, Ma petite ?"
I told him. I told him about Rawhead and Bloody Bones, and Serephina's plan.