Nightshifted (Edie Spence 1)

“Fine. ” He reached into his pocket and found a lighter, lit it, and backed away from me and toward his accomplice.

What was it Gina had said? The dust was bad? It was—flammable? I dropped to one knee and braced.

What it was, was like gunpowder.

A flash of heat billowed out. I threw my arm up to protect my face. Not all of the first vampire was dust yet—the part that wasn’t screamed until it couldn’t anymore. When I could see again, the second vampire had taken off, running down the hall. By then, what was left of the first one was debatable.

I looked to the girl. She watched the burning vampire, the light of his fire glittering in her eyes.

“Anna?” I asked again. She made no response for or against the name. “Look—” I began. I was pretty sure the apartment wouldn’t go up in flames, but she couldn’t stay chained here. I gestured with my free hand so she could watch me put the bottles back in my pocket. And then I reached out with my bruised hand, not for her, but for the pipe that she was chained to.

She lunged forward like a feral cat and bit my outstretched hand. I felt her grind her teeth together, scissoring through my flesh, one fang hitting bone. I screamed and fell to my knees. She stood above me, my blood smeared across her face, teeth latched into the crotch of my hand.

CHAPTER SIX

I thought I might pass out from the pain. My vision was narrowing, and my breath came in gulps. My free hand found the full cologne bottle in my pocket—I could give her what I’d given them. Then I felt the photo I’d brought beside it. I had one choice, before she bit off my thumb.

“Stop!” I said, with the voice of nursing command, the voice that made it through even the densest skulls and thickest stupors.

“Anna!” I shouted, and I showed her the picture, the half-dollar-sized photo that may or may not have had her in it.

The chewing lessened. Slowly, almost regretfully, she unfastened her bite from my hand with a sickening pop.

“Thanks. ” I took a moment to breathe, and stumbled to stand up, to get farther from the temptation of the floor. I was riding adrenaline and endorphins now, and maybe narcotic vampire saliva too. I’d get through, but for how long? I looked at my mangled hand like it was someone else’s, wound my scarf around it, and shoved it in my pocket. I needed to finish what I’d come to do.

The dwindling embers of the vampire behind us gave me enough light to work by. I popped the camera off its tripod, ejected its media, and tossed it onto the vampire’s dying flame. It went up in bitter smoke, and I pocketed the camera before turning to reach for the ridiculously ancient plumbing. An

na’d been too short and light to pull down the pole she was chained to herself, but I was healthy and tall—I reached for it with my unharmed hand and hauled down with all my weight.

The pipe crumbled in my hands. Flakes of rust showered down and some foul, puslike substance oozed out from its upper end. Anna saw the free end appear and ran for it, unlooping her chains and running away at full speed. She leaped over the embers of the first vampire’s corpse, off into the night.

Was that saving her? Did I rescue her, or set her loose? My pocket was heavy with the warm weight of my own blood. I fumbled for my cell phone, hit the history key, and redialed up a cab.

* * *

The same cabbie picked me up, despite his promise to the contrary. Funny how cash will do that to people.

“It was you or an ambulance,” I explained as I got inside. I didn’t think he could see the blood, as it was dark and my coat was black, but I would have bet all my remaining cash that he could smell it.

“This shit is why we do not come down here,” he said. He started driving uptown. I slumped against the passenger side window.

“Take me to County. ”

“What?” He spared a glance at me. “I’m taking you to Providence General. ”

“No, take me to my hospital. ”

“County’s a shithole,” he said. I didn’t have the strength to argue, and besides, he was right.

I dialed Jake next, my brother. He picked up on the third ring.

“I knew you’d come around, Sissy—”

“Jake—you gotta meet me at County. ”

There was a pause. I could almost hear him making up excuses. “It’s late. ” The truth was he’d lose his bed at the shelter for the night if he left.

“You can crash at my place for a few days. ” I flexed my bleeding hand, unwisely. Pain lanced up my arm and I hissed into the receiver. “I need someone to watch Minnie. Take a cab over, right now, I’ll pay. ”

“You sure?” An unfamiliar worry tinged his voice.

“Yeah. Just hurry, okay?”

He’d already hung up.

I fought to stay awake as the cab flew along. We passed the exit for Providence, another freeway, up toward the nicer part of town. But my cabbie stayed the course, going south, until a blue HOSPITAL sign glowed outside the window, the cab’s headlights making its silver right-turn arrow into a shining command.