Vampire - Kiss Of Darkness Part 5

She stood, screaming-aloud, this time.

On the screen, the arrow was fired. It caught the fanged monster in the shoulder. The creature hissed, then gave an unG.o.dly roar of fury.

It seemed to echo and echo....

A hand fell on Nancy's arm. She looked down and s.h.i.+vered. Not a hand, a talon. She looked again at the woman who had tried to seduce her, who looked even less human than before.

Her grip, again, was powerful.

Chaos broke out. People were rising all around. Some, like her, were screaming...fighting.

And others-like the woman beside her-were shrieking in fury, attacking.

Something seemed to fly into the room. A shadow, the essence of darkness and speed. As Nancy stood, a continual scream flowing from her lips, the woman was ripped away from her.

"Get out!" The command was harsh. Male? Female? She couldn't tell.

She was all too willing to obey, however. She ran for the entry, terror lending her speed.

Behind her, someone cried her name. She was afraid to turn, even though she knew it was Mary calling out to her. She was afraid to stop.

Mary caught up to her, still dressed in the gossamer gown. In the back of Nancy's mind, she knew it was cold out and that her friend would freeze.

Tears were streaming down Mary's cheeks. "We've got to get out."

Someone shouted behind them. They heard a cry of savage fury, saw a body go flying across the room and slam against the bar.

They heard a snap, the sound of bones breaking.

They stumbled for the door and burst out into the night. Mary stopped dead still. "Jeremy is still in there."

She turned. Nancy grasped her by the shoulders. "You can't go back in there."

"Jeremy tried to save me," Mary said. Her teeth were chattering.

Someone burst through the door behind them, someone they had seen at the bar. He practically shoved them out of the way, then stopped, staring wildly around.

He turned back. He was large and well muscled. His eyes, however, echoed their own terror.

"Got to get away," he said in German-accented English. He started to run, then stopped, stripping his jacket from his shoulders, throwing it toward them. Nancy caught the jacket and automatically wrapped it around Mary's shoulders. The German man continued to stare at them. "Get away," he said tonelessly.

"To where?" Nancy wailed.

But the man was gone, running blindly toward the forest."We've got to go, too," Nancy said.

"Jeremy," Mary repeated.

Others began to burst out the door. Like the man before them, they began racing madly toward the mist-filled forest.

Nancy dragged her friend in the same direction, though Mary felt like lead. Nancy stared at her and realized that she was in shock. Her eyes were wide; her teeth continued to chatter. She was as pale as ash.

Nancy knew she had to move for the both of them. She dragged Mary with her, heading toward what looked like a trail.

A new sound made itself heard, but what it meant didn't register in her mind. She just knew they had to get away.

"Come on, come on," she pleaded. And then, at last, Mary began to move. Through the mist, Nancy saw the trail more clearly.

She staggered toward it.

Jeremy was in agony the minute consciousness returned. The bursting pain in his head was overwhelming. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He became aware of movement, of shouts, of a fight.

He heard grunts of ferocious determination and raw anger. Something fell, close to him. He forced his lids open. He could see figures...men, flying at one another. Something else landed at his side.

Eyes open. Steady his head. Ignore the agony.

Get to his feet.

Using the wall, he managed to rise. Once he was up, he fought a savage wave of nausea that threatened to cause him to black out again. There was a thud. And then...

Silence.

He turned, aware that he needed to flee, but he stumbled. Someone was striding toward him. He screamed, throwing up his arms, too exhausted to fight.

His mind cried out that he should remain standing.

But his body gave out, and he began to fall.

Nancy found a place under the trees where at least the blast of the wind was blocked. She remained in terror that any minute they would be attacked by a monster, but she knew she couldn't possibly walk all the way back to the village with Mary. Her friend's feet were bare. She all but needed to be carried, and Nancy didn't have the strength for that. She lowered her head, suddenly recognizing the newest sound.

Sirens. Thank G.o.d! There were police, even here, deep in the shrouded forest, in this no man's land of darkness and mist....

The police would find Jeremy.

"Miss?"

She froze. The voice had come from behind her. Terror snaked up her spine once again. She couldn't turn. It had been a man's voice, deep, husky. There had been nothing threatening in it, but still...

"Tend to your friend. The police are on the way," the voice continued.

She spun around. There was no one there. Wait! On the ground, by the tree. Jeremy. As she stared at him, he groaned.

She raced to his side. He groaned again. She fell to the forest floor, taking his head on her lap. "Jeremy, you're alive. Speak to me. Are you hurt? Hang on, the police are coming."

He blinked and opened his eyes, staring at her as if he didn't know her for a minute. The he blinked again and tried to sit up, groaning. "How did I get here?" he murmured. He gripped her by the shoulders. "Mary. Where's Mary?"

Nancy pointed. Mary was seated against another of the sheltering trees, staring straight ahead, her eyes blank even as they were wide open.

Jeremy stared at Nancy, then touched her cheek, and struggled to rise. He made it halfway and crawled over to Mary.

"Mary?"

She didn't seem to see or hear him.

"Oh, Mary," he murmured, taking her into his arms. She didn't protest or respond. After a moment he set her against the tree again and looked at Nancy. "Help me. I've got to make sure the police find us."

Nancy helped him stagger to his feet. "Stay with Mary," he commanded.

Blood was trickling down his forehead. Nancy started to say something, then didn't. What did it matter? They had to have help.

In the silence after Jeremy left, she became aware of the screams of terror, still echoing, audible even over the sirens.

A minute later, through the trees, she saw the police vehicles drive up. Suddenly the night was aglow with flas.h.i.+ng lights.

The police seemed to be everywhere, helping those who had stumbled outside, those who were injured and those who were in shock.

"It's going to be okay now, Mary," she whispered gently, hugging her friend. She wondered if she should get Mary up, try to force her back toward the house. But as she sat there, s.h.i.+vering, she saw that Jeremy had found help and was bringing the police toward them.

She began to weep.

As she did, she looked up at a sky streaked with black and red....

At a night sky that seemed to bleed.

Jeremy didn't go to the police station with some of the others who had been rounded up, screaming and in panic, outside the old castle. He'd been whisked off to the hospital, like Mary, because of the head wound he'd sustained.

It didn't get him out of having to deal with a police officer.

Detective Florenscu sat in a chair by his bed, dark eyes brooding, brow creased with a frown, as he listened to Jeremy's account of the events.Then he shook his head. Behind him, another officer cleared his throat. Florenscu looked back at his partner, and sighed. "Ma.s.s hysteria," he said in English.

"I am not hysterical," Jeremy argued. He winced. His head still hurt if he talked too loudly.

Florenscu sighed. "We searched the place thoroughly. There were no signs of vampires-because vampires do not exist. But even in a small village, there is crime. And here, with so many tourists, men and women of unsavory character are drawn to our streets. Our only chance of finding them is with the help of the victims. With your help."

"I've told you what I saw," Jeremy said softly, closing his eyes.

"Please, you must keep trying to remember everything. Tomorrow you can go through books of photos for me."

"Ask Mary," Jeremy said.

"I'm afraid no one can ask your friend anything. She remains in shock. She doesn't speak, she just stares."

Jeremy roused himself. "She'll come out of it. She has to."

Florenscu shrugged. "When she is more stable, we'll see that your friend gets home to the United States."

"Nancy?" Jeremy whispered.

"She is waiting. You may speak with her now." Florenscu rose. "She says someone brought you out to them in the trees. Who?"

"I don't know. I wasn't conscious."

"You have no idea?"

"No." Jeremy shook his head. He winced. That wasn't true.

"The man who fought the vampire," he said aloud.

"There are no vampires," Florenscu told him. "My men have recovered a large amount of alcohol and drugs. They are demons enough."

"There was a vampire," Jeremy said determinedly.

Florenscu sighed wearily. "This is Transylvania," he said with a shrug. "Everyone wants there to be a vampire."

"I'm not lying."

"No. You are not lying. You are mistaken. But you are trying to be honest with me. So, tell me, what about this other man?"

"He stopped the vampire."

"With a stake?"

The weary humor was apparent in Florenscu's voice.

"With a longbow."

"Touched with holy water, I imagine."

"I wouldn't know. All I know is that he saved my life." "Well, that is good. Let us hope I can find him and get some real answers."

Florenscu rose and turned to leave at last, his partner following him. The minute he was gone, Nancy burst in. She rushed to him, all but throwing herself on him, then drawing away quickly. "I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"Hug me whether it hurts or not. You're warm and alive."

She sat down on the side of his bed and looked at him, troubled. "They don't believe me. Not a word I say."

"It's a little late, but...well, I did say we shouldn't go. Have you seen Mary?"

"Yes." She looked down.

"And?"

"She just stares straight ahead. But she eats when she's fed, drinks water. We'll get her home. The doctor said that she might snap out of it in a day or two or..."