Barking Up The Wrong Tree, Pt 3, Conclusion

They were uncharacteristically silent as Josh drove them back to the storm drain that Amber had found.  Each was dealing with their own thoughts, getting ready for a terrifying experience.  Drew alone didn’t sit still, instead taking the time to stretch and limber up his muscles.  Stripped down to just his shorts, crisscrossing lines of scars could be seen across his torso, arms, and back.  It took Josh a moment to find a spot to park the Bus at, but finally they were ready.  The group piled out, walking carefully and quietly over to the drain cover.

Tabitha looked around at everyone one last time.  “The second you’re in the dark, I want you shifted. You’ll need your extra senses.  Got it?”

Everyone nodded.

“Good.  I’m going down first.  Drew, pop it for me.  You take rear guard.”

Drew nodded. He reached down with his right hand and grabbed the cover of the drain.  His  muscles seemed to ripple, his arm elongating and getting thicker as he flexed it, then the storm drain cover popped off and he was fully human again.

Amber gasped.  “How the hell did you do that?”

Drew grinned wolfishly.  “Later, little girl.  Now’s not the time.” He grunted a little and got his shoulder under the drain cover, holding it up with his entire body.

Tabitha grinned, then got serious.   “All right.”  She took a deep breath.  “Lets do this.”   With a light splash her backpack landed in the sewer below.  She tucked her knees up, and hopped in, spinning around and kicking down onto the ladder rungs, catching herself right at the lip of the entrance.  “Discipline and calm kids.  Keep your heads, and stay focused, okay?”

Everyone was nodding yes as something flashed in the darkness below her and she just… vanished.  No scream, no noise.  One second she was there, the next she wasn’t.

“Shit!”  Drew threw back the cover with so much force that it dented the dumpster it crashed into. “Follow me in.”  He hopped forward and was in wolf form before he landed in the sewers. The pack could hear him growling as they followed him down.  As each of them reached the bottom of the ladder they shifted obediently to wolf form, except Eliot.  He dropped down, slung off his backpack, and started rifling through gear.

Jenna put her nose down to try to catch Tabitha’s scent, and almost fell over whimpering when she inhaled.  No scent. she growled.  Can’t smell anything down here.  Use your ears and eyes.  Nose is a bad idea.

Drew spun around snarling as blood splattered across the rest of the pack.  His left flank was torn open, but he had a vampire’s wrist in his jaws, and was jerking his head back and forth.  A wolf has a jaw capable of tearing out a man’s throat in a single bite, and werewolves are even stronger than normal wolves.  But Drew was fighting against supernatural strength and losing.

As the rest of the pack leapt forward to join the fight, they saw Drew’s hind leg buckle under him.  The Vampire started to lunge forward, but he reversed his momentum and pulled back instead as he saw Amber’s black form come sailing over Drew.  She snarled and snapped at his neck, forcing him to bring his arm up to try to deflect her, but she had purposefully overshot her jump and sailed past him.

Seizing the distraction, Jenna and Josh darted in low on his flanks, ripping gouges of muscles out of his calves.  Jenna spun and darted back to protect Drew, who was pulling himself back, still snarling.   Josh kept his momentum, ripping at the Vampires leg, and spinning the creature around like a top as he loped up to Amber.

The Vampire hissed, exposing its fangs, and in a barely human voice spoke.  “Dogs.  Eat your blood dogs.  Come play dogs.”  Tradition should have made the Vampire’s voice sound like the opening of an ancient crypt, or possibly cobwebs should be heard in his voice while it made spiders creep down the listener’s spine.   In truth though, he sounded like a junkie in detox who got clubbed in the head; kind of a jittery loud whisper, slurred, without a lot of capability to think behind it.

His eyes kept darting back and forth as he twisted his torso to keep all four wolves in his line of sight.  Looking into his eyes, the pack saw nothing but a rabid animal inside.  And there was only one thing to do to a rabid animal.

Put it Down. Drew growled. Carefully though.  Harry it, and don’t give it a chance to close with any of you.

Aye, aye, captain obvious. Wuffed Amber.  It sounded like a sneeze, with her trying not to laugh, and was so out of place that the Vampire spun around to her, suspect an attack at his back.  Josh lunged forward, ready to strike and fade.  And that’s where it all went wrong.

Tactics like that only work when a creature is trying to preserve itself, but the Vampire was insane; its soul was stripped away and ripped to shreds when it had been turned and lost its mind.  All that was left was a beast that was driven by hate.  When Amber didn’t attack him, he charged her and Jenna instead.

Josh’s jaws closed over empty air as the Vampire took Jenna and Amber by surprise.   There was a sickening crunch as his claws sunk into Jenna’s chest, ripping through her fur and muscles.  He sunk his hands into her ribs and swung her around, smashing her into Josh and sending them both crashing into the sewer wall.  They landed in a heap and neither moved.

While his back was exposed Amber leapt forward with a snarl and landed heavily on his back, latching her jaws around the back of his neck.  He started whipping around, howling in pain, trying to dislodge her.

Drew hunkered down, getting ready to spring into the fight despite his bad leg, when a hand lightly touched his shoulder and a barely visible shadow moved forward.  He paused, and the shadow moved in front of him.

“Hey, asshole.”  Eliot’s voice floated calmly through the darkness. “Don’t ever touch my friends again.”  There were two clicks as the triple cell black-lights he was holding in each hand sprang to life.  The Vampire screamed and fell to its knees sobbing, his skin starting to smolder and the torn up clothes he was wearing bursting into flame, finally lighting the underground battlefield.  Amber sprang back off of him.  The Vampire slumped forward and fell face first into the water, his life-force drained, burnt out of him.

The wolves didn’t have time to relax though, before Tabitha’s limp form came hurling out of the darkness behind Amber and smashed into Eliot, shattering the black-lights.

A woman’s voice, rich and deep, obviously used to laughter, came rolling out of the darkness.  “Oh well done, my pretties.  I didn’t expect you to be able to take my pet so easily.  Yet you managed.  I must applaud the elder.”  The voice sighed.  “How she has aged.  Those delicate young features lining with age.  If only she had my secret.”  Laughter drifted down the dark sewer.

Amber backed up, hackles raised, till she was poised between Drew and Eliot.  Eliot wasn’t paying attention to the voice, focused instead on getting Tabitha settled and checking her vitals.  He found a heartbeat, which seemed to be enough for him, then he stood up, pulling a gun out of his pocket.  Dull oranges and reds highlighted the passageway, a flickering dance of macabre light from the smoking remains of the feral Vampire.  Without a word he pulled the massive chrome monstrosity to shoulder height and started squeezing the trigger.

Burps of flame flashed in the tunnel as he shot bullets at the source of the voice, slowly walking forward.  The gun clicked empty and he dropped the clip, slapping another into its place in under a second and continuing to fire.

Amber sprang forward to his side, man and wolf calmly walking forward, towards the voice.  Tabitha’s voice sounded weak, but she struggled up and said “Stop.  She’ll kill you.”

The Vampire woman’s voice cut through the darkness like a katana through silk. “Oh, pet, you are ruining my fun.”  There was a blur in the edge of the ember glow, and two wet thuds.  Eliot and Amber went flying backwards, bouncing off the tunnel walls and landing in broken heaps behind Tabitha.  Drew growled and limped forward.

The elder vampire woman was finally standing in the light, languidly relaxing in by the crisped remains of her feral companion.  She was about five foot five, but carried such a presence that she seemed to fill the murky corridor from floor to ceiling.  Dark hair cascaded in lavish curls down her pale, heart shaped face, and the rich velvet red an black gown Victorian gown she wore seemed to glow with the power that surrounded her.

With an elegant gesture of her hand, the corpse at her feet simply slid to the side, clearing a path between her and the two elder werewolves.  She crooked a finger and beckoned to Drew.  “Come child, lets dance, shall we?”

Drew was only too happy to oblige her, spring from his crouch with a snarl.  She reached out, lightning fast, to catch him by the throat, but his form rippled in midair.  He snaked his head out of the way, reached forward with an arm and landed a vicious slice with half formed claws across her chest.  But then her hand was clamped around his wrist, pushing him to the ground until he was kneeling before her.

Glancing down at her shredded gown, fangs poked her bottom lip as she frowned.  Twenty feet away Tabitha was struggling to get to her feet.  The vampire’s elegant gown was ruined, hanging in strips from her waist.  She sighed.  “And this was a brand new gown too.  Do you know how expensive it is to get my wardrobe crafted these days?  Insolent pup?  Still…”

Drew looked up through the pain and noticed her nipples were erect.  This was obviously exciting her.  “Who the hell are you?” he gasped.

“I, sir,”  She smiled languidly. “am her Excellency, niece to the King of Poland, Countess Elizabeth Bathory.  And you… well, as I like to say, Vini, Vidi, Vita Vaci.”  The countess swept her left hand up across Drew’s torso and chest.  Blood sprayed against the walls on either side of them.  A gurgle escaped Drew’s throat as he slumped to the ground.

Tabitha had managed to pull herself up.  “Do you really see yourself as Caesar?  I came, I saw, I took life?”

“Oh dear no.  Caesar was a small minded, cruel little man who tried to make up for great insecurity with great feats of conquering.  I am a force of nature.   An immortal.  Its just a little affectation of mine.  But you.  You get to live again.”

Holding on to pipe bolted high on the wall, Tabitha narrowed her eyes.  “Why me, bitch?”

“Oh, you are just so cute I could eat you up.  Of course, that wouldn’t help in keeping you alive to feel your pain, now would it?”

Tabitha was thankful that Bathory was evil.  A good hearted person wouldn’t have talked, wouldn’t have gloated, and wouldn’t have given her a chance to gather her willpower together.

“Tabitha, your blood is the answer.  Your line.  If you go back in the family tree, you will discover that you are of the same blood as Istvan Magyari.”  She practically spat the name.  “That fool minister was the sole reason I lost my estate and was imprisoned in that damned tower.  If it hadn’t been for my dear friend Vladimyr, I most likely would have died in there.”

She delicately wiped Drew’s blood off her face.  “It is for his sins that you pay.  As will your descendants.  You will die alone, as I extinguish any life that comes too close to your own.”

Bathory stopped walking forward and the two women were face to face, with maybe five feet separating them.  Tabitha focused as she saw the Countess’s eyes start to swirl, red and lavender.  Tension ripped at her shoulders forcing her hands apart.  She recognized the feeling, and knew that they were sharing mindspace, battling with will alone.

But old dogs can learn new tricks…  This time, as Tabitha felt the wood of the crucifix scrape roughly against her back, she fed the fire.  All of her hate, all of her sorrow, everything that had built a lifetime of pain she fed to the fire.  And it burned.  It burned like nothing in the real world could, consuming the pain, consuming the hatred, consuming the weariness… until all that was left was steel, forged in a mind of power, by an opposing will.

Tabitha snapped open her eyes and smiled.  Bathory reeled back, shocked by having her will resisted.  Human arms, augmented by lycanthrope strength, snapped forward, and claw tipped finger closed like a vice around Countess Bathory’s throat.

The Countess, in turn, realized that she wouldn’t get back into Tabitha’s mind, so returned the favor and started choking her.  The two were locked in a struggle to see who would go unconscious first.  Both were doing their best to crush the other’s throat.

“I’m impressed, child.” Gasped the Countess.  “But you can’t win this.  Vampires can retain consciousness in much more dire circumstances.”

Not..  Fucking… Fair… Thought Tabitha, as her vision started to swim and go black around the edges.  Can’t end… like…  this…

A boy’s voice, dripping with a heavy British accent, one she didn’t recognize, came from behind Countess Bathory.  “And so it shan’t, noble werewolf.”  Three feet of steel ripped through her chest and burst into flame.  The Vampire shrieked, blood flying from her mouth.  She leapt forward, bowling over Tabitha and away from the threat behind her.

Tabitha looked up.  Surrounded by the faintest golden nimbus was… a boy.  He was dressed street punk, had a shaved head, and couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old.

The Countess hissed at him. “You!”  She spat.  “How dare you interrupt?  I will seek you, ambusher, and I will kill you!”  As suddenly as he had appeared, she was gone, without a trace.

The boy sniffed the air.  “The stench is gone.  She has departed. Your pack will need medical attention.  Lucky for you, she wanted to save their killings until you were enthralled, to leave the mark of their deaths on you, eh?”  He reached down and offered a hand to help her up.

She blinked.  “Who..  what..  wha..   the…”

He smiled impishly and sheathed his sword in a dusty looking old scabbard hanging under his London Fog trench coat.  “I’m Skid.  Shall we skip the formalities until we have your friends under the lord’s sky?”

Around them, groaning, the pack started to get to their collective feet, nursing injuries as they pulled themselves up.  She took his hand.  “Yes.  And… Thank you, Skid.”

Barking Up The Wrong Tree, pt 2

Eliot walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer, while everyone settled in to listen.  Drew stalked over to the closet, pulling it open, and angrily started packing survival kits while Eliot lounged against the kitchen’s separator ledge.

“It was back in nineteen seventy three.  I was nineteen years old.  My pack… they were fierce warriors.  Fiercer than you can imagine.  We numbered eleven strong, all trained warriors, when we came across the Vampire.  It was… a continuation of an older fight.  In retrospect, I suppose I should start with that first fight; at the beginning of the story as I know it.

You see, three of my elders had spent time over in Germany during World War Two, and that was when the feud began.  Seven of my elders were in the war, all in the same regiment, and near the end of the war; when allied troops were pushing hard into Germany; they came across this little town up in the mountains.  Can you imagine an entire town that looks like the leftover sets from a B slasher flick?  It was a bloodbath.

This vampire, supposedly turned by Vlad Tepes himself, was openly feeding on the citizens, and those all left alive were… broken, inside the head.  They were people, but they acted like Renfield from the novel Dracula.  Eating bugs, laughing at petty cruelties, and being driven by their basest instincts; what was left was the shell of humanity.  Frothing at the brain – that’s how they talked about them.  So they challenged the vampire, tried to save what they could from that evil influence.”

Tabitha frowned. “Of seven packmates, only three walked out alive and came back from that town.”

She shook her head.  “When I was a pup that story always frightened me.  When I got a bit older…  it motivated me to train harder, though it was hard to believe.  And it’s lucky for me that it did, even though it didn’t really matter.  She caught back up with us.”

Drew motioned towards the kitchen and caught Eliot’s eye.  The younger man nodded, then tossed the lanky older fighter a can of Fosters.

Tabitha wiped a tear from her eye and continued.  “Fighting a Vampire like that is… well, its nothing you guys are ready for.  When you battle a non Feral you have to fight their willpower.  They push into you head, they rape your thoughts, and they try to turn your own minds against you.  The longer they’ve been around, the better they are at it, and the stronger their willpower is.  Ferals are weak in comparison.  You just have to fight the beast.  Well, when she caught up to us, we had no idea she was coming, and before I had even shifted, both of my brothers were dead.  We had been sitting around a beach fire, enjoying the Ocean.  There was a light mist, and then she was just there and blood was flying everywhere.”

Jenna, always empathic, was openly crying.  Josh was pale and just said.  “Jesus.”

Amber chewed her lip and raised her eyebrows questioningly towards Tabitha.

Tabitha smiled sadly.  “No Amber, I’ll finish the story.   I don’t want to relive these memories just to tell you all the story another time so you can hear the ending.  We fought her.   We fought with everything we had, every trick we knew.  And one by one we all died.  I think she left me alive because I was the youngest.  Here are the final moments I remember.  My Father, Raymond, was in front of me, attacking her.  She caught him by the muzzle, then sank her fangs into his neck while staring me in he eye.    Her eyes went this weird swirly red and violet color, and I couldn’t move a muscle while I watched her drain my dad.  Then… The world just melted away, like a Salvador Dali painting.  I felt something rip through my hands and feet, pulling me apart.  Like I was being crucified.  And then I was burning, on fire, stretched out on a cross in my mind.  I woke up from that nightmare almost a month later, in a state hospital.”

Tabitha’s voice, dripping sorrow, suddenly drew back, and like he tide revealing the beach, all at once there was steel there.  “You will DIE if you seek vengeance against the Vampires.  We are half the strength and nowhere near the skill of my elders.  What we do is clean up their messes, and keep the average people of our land safe.  This is the Lore, and the Law can be damned.  Do you understand?”

Shocked by the sudden swing in words, the pack all just nodded.  Drew grinned to himself as he polished off his beer.  Jenna twined her fingers through Josh’s and whispered to him “She’s scary.  Just when you think you’ve found the softest part of her, she turns into a rock.”

Josh rubbed her back, but watched Tabitha.   “You never even said her name, Tabs.”

“That is because you don’t need to know it.  Even if you did, it would only give you false ideas that you could research her and find a way to beat her.  Which you cannot.”

Eliot chuckled, and everyone turned to look at him.  “Don’t worry.   We’re not stupid.  Just protective of you.”

Tabitha nodded.  As usual, on the rare occasion you caught him talking, Eliot had something useful to say.  “The duty of protection is mine not yours young ones.  I am the elder, and the reader of the Lore.”  She glanced at Amber. “For now anyway.  And i will protect you.  I love you all the more, my pups, for being the way you are though.  If that suffices for everyone, I suggest we stop burning daylight and get ready to kill an undead.”

A chorus of ‘yes, mam’ reverberated around the room, and the wolf pack finished getting ready.  Each member ended up with a loose backpack on. The backpacks themselves had an odd design to accommodate for emergencies that only a werewolf would have to deal with.  The shoulder straps were segmented with several strips of elastic on each side, making them immediately flexible.  Once they were done, the whole crew piled out of the condo and headed back to the VW Bus.

Barking Up The Wrong Tree; GTT Character Sketch Pt. 1

Barking up the wrong tree

The storm drain overflow valve was well hidden by cattails, long summer grass, and the shadow of the overpass.  Despite being a six foot wide pipe, few people realized it was there, concealed as it was.  A glint of movement, the barest whisper of a shadow in the darkness stirred, watching the pedestrian area in the reservoir.  Six figures were gathered there.  Four were in a circle, playing hackey sack; two younger men, a middle aged man, and a young woman.  Sitting in the grass by them were two women, one young and the other looked young, but had hair starting to go silver.

The watcher in the drain smile, and barely visible in the black was the glint of fangs.  Half a block away a group of policemen were investigating a murder.  The watcher knew that the six people were there for the same reason.  It had taken them too long to catch up, but their time was finally at hand.  A teenaged boy, rocking out to his iPod, strolled by the drain cover.  He paused, watching the hackey circle, smiled, and kept walking down the reservoir.  Once he had passed by, the shadow in the drain had vanished.

Pop.   Pop.  Pop. Josh flicked the hackey sack easily from foot to foot, not really paying attention to it. Between hundreds of hours spent playing hackey sack, and the far superior reflexes a werewolf had, keeping the little bead filled sack in the air was a thoughtless activity.  With a deft flick of his ankle he sent it sailing over to Jenna, who was munching on a bagel while playing.

None of the Pack, as they thought of themselves, were here for the hackey sack.  It was just a convenient cover for them.  Something to do while they all listened to what was happening almost half a block away.  Werewolves tend to have very good hearing; and that was the real reason they were down here playing.  It was a hot and muggy summer day, especially down here by the Cherry Creek reservoir, and not a one of them wouldn’t have rather been in air conditioning or swimming in a lake somewhere… which is where most people with an iota of common sense were.  No one likes being a human dartboard for badly aimed mosquitoes.

But duty had called, and there isn’t an answering machine to catch the call when a bloodsucking fiend is randomly ripping out throats of innocent bystanders in , and there isn’t an answering machine to catch the call when a bloodsucking fiend is randomly ripping out throats of innocent bystanders in your city.  Josh slapped down, squishing a mosquito, then idly scratched at his knee, hiking up his long hemp shorts to expose it.  The little buggers got everywhere.

“It’s the third one this month.”  Came a man’s voice as the conversation down the road started back up again.

Another, slightly deeper, voice replied. “So, Haskins, it looks like we have a serial killer on our hands.  I was hoping to avoid this.”  The speaker sighed so audibly that the Pack could almost hear his shoulders slumping and his head shaking.  “I hate cases dealing with twisted pieces of work like this.  What you thinking, Rick?”

“I’m thinking we better catch this guy fast.  How long you think before the media catches wind of this Jack?”

Josh watched the Hack get passed from Jenna to Drew.  The leaner, slightly older werewolf was grimacing, with his head tilted to one side.  He had been in enough scraps and taken enough damage to his body that he had to focus a little harder to catch what was happening up the street.  The scar that ran down his right ear and halfway across his cheek had guaranteed that he would always have to focus a bit to hear as well as the others.

The deeper voiced detective up by the police cars sighed again.  “I hope they don’t.  Of course, that would be too good to be true.  They always find out too fast, and I’m sure someone somewhere is already getting a few bucks for tipping off someone else.  Way of the world.   They’re vultures.  I’ve been keeping the channels clear on this but haven’t actually red filed it yet.  Hopefully it’ll slip through the cracks between all the other high profile cases”

Haskins chuckled grimly.  “Smart move.  Lets see if it works, lemme know on that.  Here comes Angela.”

A third voice, female, contributed to the conversation.  “Sergeant, Detective.  Enjoying the sun, boys?  I have some of the preliminary results back.  Cause of death is suffocation, I think.  Ribcage was partially crushed and both lungs collapsed.  Victim was dead of asphyxiation before blood loss; pretty sure on that one.  Corpse was definitely moved; that one is based on the low volume of blood here at the scene.  Whatever took her throat out did it post flat-line, splatter patterns under the jaw indicate that it was a close second though…

“Lesse here… Its an odd one, for sure.  Looks like an animal wound, but no dentition marks to speak of found in the wound… Definitely the same weapon as the other two.  I’ll have to get her in the lab and on the slab though, if you want anything more than that.”

“All right, thanks Jones.  Haskins, I’ll call you when I hear something.  Thanks for coming out.  Jones, bag the DOA.  Coroner is on the way already.   And let me know the second you come up with anything.”

Drew scooped the hackey sack out of the air and tossed it Josh.  Everyone in the circle looked over to the two women sitting about five feet away.  One was older, with reddish hair going silver.  But her hair was the only indication that she was in her fifties.  Her muscles were strong and sleek, and her skin smooth.  She had a large book in her lap and was just looking up from it.  The woman, only in her early twenties, was sitting cross legged across from her, with the folds of her black skirt folded carefully into her lap.   Her hands, showcased by a pair of leather bracers that sat oddly on her forearms, were primly placed on top of the dress.   Long, naturally black hair, cascaded down her back, and her lips were parted in a slight grin.  She was the older woman’s disciple in a way, and had the greatest control of her lycanthropy of the Pack.

Josh softly cleared his throat as he looked to the older woman.  “Tabitha?   Are we done here?”

She stood up, closing the book.  “Yes.   Its definitely one of them.   It will have gone to ground during the daylight hours.  We need the cops out of here before we can pick up the trail.  Unless…”  Tabitha chewed her bottom lip.

Drew popped his knuckles.  “Tabs, these guys don’t know how to deal with this.   You sure you want a feral to be their first real hunt?”

“Drew, I don’t see that we have much choice.  There is a feral in town, its just going to keep killing till someone takes it down.   And you know as well as I do that if its the cops that catch up to it, a lot of people will die and it might still get away.”

Drew grunted.   “Goddamned Vampires, leaving messes like this for us to clean up.”

“You are both such…  well, I don’t know.  But grow some balls.”  Amber, who had been sitting with Tabitha, dropped her shirt to the ground and stood stark naked in front of everyone, with that same impish grin on her lips.  She quickly darted up the hill, black hair streaming out behind her, and by the time she was up at street level, she looked like a black furred wolf.

Tabitha growled under her breath, then spun back to the pack.  “Dammit, we DON’T take risks like that. Eliot, lost dog it.  GO!”

One of the other players from the hackey sack circle, a tall and darkly handsome man, nodded once.  Reaching over to the group’s ice chest he pulled out a collar and leash, then jogged up from the reservoir.

Josh pushed his sandy blond hair out of his eyes and started to pack up the water bottles and other ‘out hanging’ paraphernalia the group had distributed. “Jenna, could you grab Amber’s clothes?”

Jenna snapped back out of whatever she had been thinking, pulled her sarong up a bit, and knelt down to collect Amber’s hastily discarded outfit.  Tabitha and Drew were off to the side quietly arguing.   “Yeah, sorry Josh.  I was just thinking..  you know…  Its really messed up that vamps leave their cubs like that.”

Josh nodded as he picked up the ice chest.  “Yeah, it is.  But i was reading some of the stuff Tabitha left at our place, and its not all of them.  Its like, one can’t cope, you know, and goes crazy. So the older ones let it go get itself killed. But, like, the ones that don’t go schizoid get nurtured and stuff.”

“Its just so…  heartless.  So cruel.”

“Jenna. They’re vampires.  They suck blood and kill to stay alive.”

“But Josh, that doesn’t mean they don’t have hearts, it just means they have a harder life. There’s good in everything if you dig deep enough.”

“Yeah, but for vampires, they get the goodness sucked out of them at Birth, you know?”

Tabitha clapped, once.  “Alright kids.  Go time.  We can debate nature versus nurture some other time.  Right now, one of our own has done something stupid, so we have to seize the opportunity while trying to protect her.”

Josh was trying not to grin.  He was pretty sure no one else was stilll focused on listening to what was happening up the street… But what he heard was Eliot saying “No Amber! Bad Dog! Get off the officer’s leg.  I’m so sorry sir. She gets like this during the summers. DOWN AMBER!”

He snorted once, and choked down the laugh. “Alright.  I’m like, ready and stuff.”

The remaining four hiked up the small hill to the other side of the reservoir, where Josh’s VW Bus was parked and piled into it.

The blue van, along with its dozens of Grateful Dead, Phish, and Pot Leaf stickers pulled out into the street and headed around the reservoir.  Drifting on tones of liquid bliss from inside the van you could just hear ‘and I’ll see you on the dark side of..” cut off by Tabitha’s voice.  “Focus children.  You need your ears.”

A few blocks and about fifteen minutes later Eliot walked up to the van, leading Amber by collar and leash.  The two hoped into the side door, and Drew poked his head out for a second.  “All clear.” he said as he pulled his head back in and slid the door shut.  “Any luck?”  The Van pulled away from the curb, headed back to Josh’s apartment which was only about five minutes away.

Eliot just grunted and nodded towards Amber as she shifted back to her human form.  “Ask her.”

Amber grinned as she struggled back into her clothes, and paused for a second to tweak Drew’s cheek.  “Jinkies Fred!  I followed the scent all the way a storm drain cover, and then it vanished underground.  I think its a clue!”

Drew just frowned and Amber.  “Crap.  That’s not good.”

Jenna looked back from the passenger seat.  “Why?  Is it using the sewers to get around town?  Are we going to have to try to track it through..  oh, ewwwww….” The light dawned on her as she realized what they might have to track it through.

Tabitha grimaced also.  “No.   Its living down there, not traveling through it.  It’ll probably be within three hundred feet of the entrance.”

“What’s the problem then?” Josh glanced at the review mirror to see everyone else.  “We just, like, pop down now.  Nail it while its asleep. Easy fight.”

“Eager to die today Josh?”

“What do you mean, Drew?”

Tabitha mumped and spoke up.   “Hush boys.   What Drew is trying to say is that going in there right now is a very dangerous idea.  It probably wont be asleep.”

Eliot’s brows wrinkled in confusion, but it was Josh that spoke up.  “Wait.  I thought all vamps, you know, like, passed out during the day.”

Tabitha shook her head.  “No more than werewolves have to wait till a full moon to change.   I know most of you guys can’t control the change that well yet, but Amber is learning fast, as you all know.   Why should Vampires be stuck to folklore rules when we aren’t?”

Jenna shook her head.  “But wait.  We have to study and practice to get that type of control.  You mean Vampires don’t?”

Amber grinned “You mean you guys have to study, slowpokes.”  She stuck out her tongue and waggled her fingers in her ears, but no one seemed to notice.  They were all used to getting sassed by her.

This time it was Drew that answered.  “Not for a feral.   A normal Vamp, yeah.  But ferals are different.  The beast controls them, and there is barely anything left there that could be called human.  Ferals can do things that most vamps can’t do for the first couple years or decades of their lives.” he paused for a moment, thinking the situation through.  “We have to hit during the day though.  If we wait till tonight, it might move to a different hidey hole, then we have to wait for another killing or a lot of good luck.”

Tabitha nodded.  “Unfortunately, I agree.  At least its in the dark and the kids will be able to change.”

The pack was silent for the next couple moments, as they finished the drive to Josh’s apartment, where the fighting gear had been left.  Even Amber was quiet and introspective.  As they swung off of Hampden avenue and into Josh’s condo complex, the pack seemed to come to an unspoken agreement.   This needed to be done, and there was no one else to do it.

As they piled into Josh’s condo, Amber brushed her hair back out of her eyes, and chewed her lip, debating something internally.  Finally she opened her mouth and just spat it out.  “Tabitha.  I have to ask.”  She flopped down onto a bean bag and looked up at her mentor.  “We all know that your pack was killed by vampires…  but you’ve never told us the story.  And since we’re about to fight one of these things… I kind of want to know if this is a vengeance kick for you or what?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Broke in Drew.

Tabitha frowned slightly to herself.  “No, its a valid question.”  She sighed and motioned to the various bean bags and ergonomic chairs around the room.  “Go ahead and pull up seats.  Amber is right, my motivation is important.  Its part of what I’m trying to teach you guys.  At your center, you have to be calm.  Be the eye of the storm.   It’s like being at the center of a seesaw.  on either side things moving, while you sit at that pivot point.  If I am going into this bent on vengeance, it will endanger all of you.  So, I’m going to tell you a story, and let you decide.”

****Tune In Tomorrow for pt 2 of the werewolves Introduction; ‘Barking up the worng tree.’****

Spyke! – GTT Character Sketch

This is the puppy of the main character (Winnie’s) best friend- Jenny.   He is a black Chihuahua named Spyke – who wears a spiked leather collar.   In the scene that Winnie is dying in, Spyke is whimpering and licking Winnie’s face…  and ingests vamp blood.  Below is the scene which introduces the dog as a vampire Chihuahua instead of as a normal dog.

I do plan to get a black Chihuahua to attend signings with me and leave ink-paw prints as a sig in books.  He will wear a spiked collar and be named Spyke, of course.  I’m also going to try to franchise out stuffed animals based on the character, and possibly T-Shirts with a pic of him and the quote ‘Sometime the bite is worse than the bark.’

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Chrprrrdrk watched the apple core intently.  Moonlight glinted tantalizingly off of the juicy remains, promising a full belly and making his taste buds sweat in anticipation.  An average squirrel might see a feast this delicious six times in the course of their lives.  Chrprrrdrk waited patiently though; oh yes, he had learned that virtue well.  An encounter with Razorclaw, a leanly muscled, evil- as-Mussolini neighborhood tabby cat had left him his veteran’s stripe – a scar that ran diagonally across his face from the left ear to the right side of his nose.

So he hung onto the trunk of the old birch tree, tucked upside down in the shadow of a branch – well off the white bark that was so readily reflecting the moon’s calm glow.  Carefully, he watched…  waited…  Minutes crawled by like hours, and still he was patient.  Finally he was sure that Razorclaw was nowhere to be seen and with a quick scrabbling of claws he darted down to the apple core, ready to claim his prize.

‘PREDATOR!!!’  screamed his instincts as a flash of silver glinted off of something shiny to his right.   A muffled ‘Yip” was the last thing Chrprrrdrk heard as Spyke’s fangs sank into his neck and shuffled him off this mortal coil.  Spyke drained his victim dry, licked his chops, and contentedly
padded back to the doggie door to find Jenny and cuddle.

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