Bite Me_ A Love Story Part 15

Makeda fell out of her "Nike" posture and looked at Rolf. "Huh?"

"I think he said he would enjoy violating you like a hood ornament," said Rolf, taking a snifter from the tray and swirling dark liquid under his nose. "Tuna?"

"Just caught, bruddah," said Kona, having trouble now balancing the tray while trying to hunch to conceal the erection tenting his baggies.

Bella took her snifter from the tray and grinned as she turned to look out the windscreen at the City. The Transamerica Pyramid was lit up in front of them, Coit Tower just to the right, jutting from Telegraph Hill like a great concrete phallus.

Makeda took a slinky step toward Kona, "Should I let him rub oil on me, Rolf? Do I look ashy?"

"Just don't eat him," Rolf said. He sat in one of the captain's chairs, loosened the belt of his black kimono, and began working the Kevlar bodysuit over his feet.

"Quaint," said Makeda. She took another step toward Kona, held her bodysuit before her, then dropped it. In an instant she had gone to mist and streamed into the suit, which filled as if a girl-shaped emergency raft had been deployed inside. She s.n.a.t.c.hed the last goblet out of the air as Kona flinched and dumped the tray.

"Will you oil me up later, Kona?" Makeda said, standing over the surfer now as he cowered.

"Nah need, matey, you s.h.i.+nin' plenny fine. But dat other ting bein' a rascal fo' sure." He held his hand to his chest and ventured a glance up at her. "Please."

"It's your turn," said Bella with a smile, her lips rouged with tuna blood.

"Oh, all right," said Makeda. "But use a gla.s.s."

Kona reached into the pocket of his baggies and came out with a shot gla.s.s, which he held with both hands before his head like a Buddhist monk receiving alms.

She pushed her thumb against one of her fangs, then let the blood drip into Kona's shot gla.s.s. Ten drops in, she pulled her thumb away and licked it. "That's all you get."

"Oh, mahalo, sistah. Jah's love on ya." He drained the blood then licked the shot gla.s.s clean, as Makeda watched and sipped her tuna blood. After a full minute, with the ersatz Hawaiian still lapping away at the gla.s.s, his breath heaving like he was hoisting the anchor by hand, she took the shot gla.s.s and held it away from him. "You're done."

"Bug eater," Bella said, disgusted. Now she was in her own bodysuit and had drained her goblet of blood.

"Oh, I think he's cute," said Makeda. "I may let him oil me up yet." She ruffled Kona's dreadlocks. He was staring blankly into s.p.a.ce, his mouth open, drooling.

"Just don't eat him," Rolf said.

"Stop saying that. I won't eat him," said Makeda.

"He's a licensed captain. We need him."

"All right. I'm not going to eat him."

Bella walked over, yanked a dreadlock from Kona's head, and used it to tie back her own, waist-length black hair. The surfer didn't flinch. "Bug eater," she repeated.

Rolf was back at the cabinet, snapping together various bits of weaponry. "We should go. Grab a hood, gloves to go with the sungla.s.ses. Elijah said they had some sort of sunlight weapons."

"This is different," said Bella, gathering all the high-tech kit from the weapons cabinet, as well as a long overcoat to cover it all. "We didn't have all this in Macao."

"As long as you're not bored, darling," said Rolf.

"I hate cats," said Makeda as she pulled on her gloves.

18.

Carpe Noctem MARVIN.

Marvin the big red cadaver dog had done his job. He sat and woofed, which translated from the dog meant, "Biscuit."

Nine vampire hunters paused and looked around. Marvin sat in front of a small utility shed in an alley in Wine Country, behind a particularly nasty Indian restaurant.

"Biscuit," Marvin woofed. He could smell death amid the curries. He pawed the pavement.

"What's he doing?" said Lash Jefferson. He, Jeff, and Troy Lee carried Super Soakers loaded with Grandma Lee's Vampire Cat Remedy, other Animals had garden sprayers slung on their backs, except for Gustavo, who thought that making him carry a garden sprayer was racial stereotyping. Gustavo had a flame thrower. He wouldn't say where he got it.

"Second Amendment, cabrones cabrones." (The guy who sold Gustavo his green card had included two amendments from the Bill of Rights and Gustavo had chosen Two and Four, the right to bear arms and freedom from unreasonable search and seizure. [His sister Estrella had had seizures as a child. No bueno No bueno.] For five bucks extra he threw in the Third Amendment, which Gustavo bought because he was already sharing a three-bedroom house in Richmond with nineteen cousins and they didn't have any room to quarter soldiers.) "That's his signal," said Rivera. He was wearing his UV-LED leather jacket and felt like a complete dork. "When he sits and does that with his paw he's found a body."

"Or vampire," added Cavuto.

"Biscuit," woofed Marvin.

"He's f.u.c.king with you," said Troy Lee. "There's nothing here."

"Maybe in the shed," said Lash. "There's no lock on it."

"Who would leave anything unlocked in this neighborhood?" asked Jeff.

"Biscuit please," woofed Marvin. They had an agreement: As consideration for finding dead things, the cadaver dog, heretofore referred to as Marvin, shall receive one biscuit. There was some flexibility, however, and Marvin understood that in this case, they weren't looking for dead humans, but dead cats, and despite their inherent tastiness, Marvin was not to eat the findees. "Biscuit," he rewoofed. Where was the biscuit? It had been months since he'd led them to the dead things. (Well, it seemed like months. Marvin wasn't very good with time.) "Open it," said Troy Lee. "We'll cover you."

Rivera and Cavuto moved to the shed, which was aluminum and had a roof shaped like an old-fas.h.i.+oned barn's. The Animals moved in a semicircle and trained their weapons on the shed. (Grandma Lee had stayed home to watch wrestling on TV when she realized there weren't going to be any firecrackers.) "On three then," said Rivera.

"Wait," said Cavuto. He turned to Gustavo. "No fuego fuego. Comprende Comprende? Do not f.u.c.king light up that flamethrower."

"Si," said Gustavo. They had tested the flamethrower on the basketball court in Chinatown. It had a fairly short, wide spray. In other words, if Gustavo used it in the alley he would probably fry them all.

Barry turned and sprayed the flamethrower's pilot light with a stream of vampire cat remedy. The flame went out with a sizzle. "Okay, go."

"On three, then," said Rivera. They all raised their weapons.

"One," Rivera nodded to Cavuto and grabbed the switch to his jacket LEDs.

"Two." Troy Lee crouched and aimed his Super Soaker to the center of the doors, ready to strafe in any direction. Cavuto drew his Desert Eagle, c.o.c.ked the hammer, and thumbed off the safety.

"Three!"

The cops threw open the doors and lit up their jackets, the Animals leaned in.

Six surprised kittens and a mother cat looked out from a box set on stacks of five-gallon detergent buckets.

They all looked around, not saying anything. The Animals lowered their weapons. The cops turned off their jackets.

"Well, that's embarra.s.sing," said Troy Lee.

"Biscuit," Marvin woofed.

They all looked at Marvin. "You suck, Marvin," said Cavuto. "Those are normal cats."

Marvin didn't understand. He had followed the trail, he had made the signal when he came to the end of the trail. Where was his biscuit?

"Bad dog, Marvin," said Lash.

Marvin growled at him, then turned to Rivera and woofed, "Biscuit." He was not a bad dog. It wasn't his fault that no one had taught him how to point up. It wasn't his fault they weren't looking up, past the top of the shed, up the wall, to the roof, four stories up. Couldn't they hear them?

"Biscuit," he woofed.

CHET.

Chet watched the vampire hunters moving below. He understood what they were doing and how badly they were doing it. The other cats had moved away from the edge of the roof, the smell of flame, the sunlight jackets, and the dog had made them weary. A few of them were survivors of the encounter with the little j.a.panese swordsman, and Asians in general still freaked them out a little. Although they couldn't see the life auras that a human vampire could, it was still in their instinct as predators to take the weak and the sick, and the group below appeared to be neither.

Chet, on the other hand, was less and less of a cat every night. He was bigger than Marvin now, and had lost most of his cat instinct, and whatever he was now, it wasn't a cat. Although he was still a predator, words kept invading his mind, sounds that produced pictures in his mind. Abstract concepts whirled around in sound and symbols. His kitty brain had been rewired with human DNA, and what had resulted was not only an alpha predator, but a creature with the capacity for revenge, mercy, and conscious cruelty.

Chet watched the group below move out of the alley, led by Rivera and trailed by Barry, the bald, portly scuba diver of the Animals. The kitty part of Chet's brain saw Barry's bald spot like a ball of yarn, teasing him to attack. He needed to get it. He went to mist and snaked down the side of the building. He liked climbing face-down, especially since he had grown thumbs, but stealth was the only way to pick off the last one without facing the whole group in combat.

He rematerialized in front of Barry, on his hind feet, and before the hapless grocery clerk could call out, Chet thrust his entire paw into his mouth and unsheathed his claws. There was only a slight gurgling sound, and Clint, the born-again, who had been walking ahead of Barry, turned to see only an empty alley behind him.

Chet was already three floors above him on the wall. Barry dangled from Chet's claws, twitching, as the huge, shaved vampire cat drank his life away.

TOMMY.

"Foo," Tommy said, right in Foo's ear. "I want you to remember, before you move, at all, that I was the one who wore your sun jacket to rescue Jody from Elijah. So if I see you even look like you're going to touch a switch of any kind, I'm going to tear that arm off, okay?"

"I didn't want to put you in the statue," said Foo for the third time.

"I know," Tommy said. "Where's Jody?"

"She went looking for you."

Jared started to back away from the door into the kitchen area.

"You too, Jared. If I don't see your hands for one second, I'm taking them off so I don't have to worry about it."

Jared waved his hands in front of him like he was drying his nails. "Whoa, bada.s.s much? I'm the one that let you in. I was going to get you some blood."

"Sorry, stress," Tommy said. He had Foo by the throat, but lightly.

"Give him the one that's already opened," Foo said.

"The one with the drugs in it?" asked Jared.

Foo flinched as if waiting for the sound of his neck snapping. "Yes, that one, you f.u.c.kwit."

"I'm good for now," Tommy said. Then to Foo, "Jody went where to find me?"

"Just out. Right after she got you out of the sh.e.l.l. She took half the money and most of the blood. Abby said that she was at the Fairmont, but Rivera and Cavuto found her. We don't know where she is now."

"Where's Abby?"

"She's at her mom's," said Foo.

"No, she's not." Tommy choked him a little. "She's here. I can smell her." He c.o.c.ked his head. "I don't hear her heartbeat. Is she dead?"

"Kind of," said Jared. "She is nossssss-feratu. That's how she says it. I'm so jealous."

"Did I do that?"

"No," said Foo. "She did it herself. You were out of your mind, and you bit her, but Jody pulled you off of her and threw you through the windows. You don't remember?"

"Not much. Probably a good thing for you, too."

"She's under the mattress," Jared said. "Foo made me hide her there."

"I'm going to change her back. I told you I could do it and I can. I'm already working on her batch of serum."

"And she saw Jody last?"

"Her friend Lily saw Jody coming out of the Fairmont a few nights ago. Abby went there to find her and saw Cavuto and Rivera."

"Then we don't know if they found Jody while she was out?"

"They didn't. They didn't say anything when they came to get their jackets."

"Their jackets? Sun jackets? You gave them sun jackets?"

"I have to do what they want. They were going to take me in for statutory rape and contributing to the delinquency of a minor."

"Really? Have they met Abby?"

"Truth," said Foo, as wistfully as you can when you're being choked.

"Tommy, let me change you back. It's what you wanted. I can do you and Abby at the same time."

"No. And you're not changing her. Wake her up."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm going to go look for Jody and I'm taking Abby with me. I'm not leaving her here with you guys."