Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter (19 page)

I resisted the impulse to say something snarky and reached
back to pet the silken fur on top of the retriever’s head instead. Tommy
slapped a very large tongue over my fingers. I pulled my hand away.

“Watch out for that dog—he’s a lover.”

I settled back into the passenger’s seat and buckled in. A
long ride up north sounded relaxing…until Dante started driving.

He ripped into Jewel Lake Road and floored it onto Minnesota
Avenue. I reached for the roll bar overhead.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled.

Dante rammed the clutch into fourth gear. “I’m going to
drive the terror out of you, Sky. By the time we get back, you’ll be spinning
wheelies in parking lots.”

“I’ve never liked wheelies.”

“You will soon.”

“You’re a real jackass, you know?”

“And you’re a backseat driver.”

“Backseat driver? I’m not a backseat driver! Have I told you
to slow the hell down or watch out for cars changing lanes?”

Dante chuckled. “Relax, Sky. We’re superhuman, remember?
Danger is what we do best.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “Whatever.”

I glanced back. Tommy must have been used to Dante’s driving
because the dog moved with the car.

Dante spared me from yelling at him again by slowing down.

“So what do you want to know about our fanged foes and how
we’ve been recruited to rid this world of evil? Fire away.”

“All right, are there really vampires?”

“I was told you were initiated.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It should. The beast bit you, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but any crazy person can bite someone.”

A smile worked its way up Dante’s cheeks. “Did this one
drink blood straight from your vein?”

“Yeah…”

“Welcome to the world of the demonic, Sky.”

I stared out the window at the shadowed storefronts as we
passed through downtown. There was a certain thrill to leaving town even if we
were headed deeper into the darkness.

I shifted in my seat. “Did
you
believe the agents
when they told you there were vampires?”

Dante shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, anything’s possible.
What I didn’t believe is that they’d doped me up on some kind of noxious blood
that’d knock a creature out.”

“And then they initiated you.”

Dante was quiet a moment then laughed. “Oh, yeah. Who
forgets their first bite? It’s more memorable than the first time you have
sex.”

“That’s gross.”

“You’ll understand once you have a chance to compare.”

Well, I could compare. Not that it was any of Dante’s
business. Sex and bloodsucking were seriously overrated in my opinion.

I cleared my throat. “I believe we were talking about
vampires. Was yours rabid?”

“He was a mess.”

“How did you finish him?”

“Shotgun.”

“And then you entered a transition period or whatever, met
with your mentor, and got to work?”

“Then I skipped town; left the country.”

I leaned forward, mouth hanging open. “What? Where’d you
go?”

“Netherlands.”

I choked out a laugh of disbelief. “What? And then the
agents found you?”

“Yep. Caught up with me in Amsterdam where I was smoking
more weed than a hippie at Woodstock.”

I stared at Dante. I stared until he glanced over, and we
both burst into laughter.

“What did the agents do to you?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you what they wanted to do—ship me off to some
underground facility in Siberia.”

“How’d you get out of that one?”

“I said, ‘Hey, I was just taking a little holiday before I
reported to duty. Give me a chance to prove myself. You got to have some kind
of assignment you can give me. See how I do. Trust me, guys, you want this
assassin on active duty, not wasting away in some ice cave.’ So they gave me a
shot.”

“And you’ve been slaying vampires ever since.”

“Roger that, Sky.”

I glanced out the window. We were no longer in town, but on
the highway headed north. Mountains turned to shadows, surrounding us from
every angle. The snow along the highway was a glimmer in the headlights.

“Why run in the first place?” I asked. “I mean, don’t we
turn into vampires if we don’t take Melcher’s special antidote?”

Dante shrugged. “At the time I didn’t care if I turned into
a vampire. Who wouldn’t want to live forever? Then Melcher explained there was
no way of knowing what kind of vampire I’d turn into. They’ve infected us with
everything: rabies, porphyria, typhus, cholera. If it’s fatal, it’s in us.”

Dante tapped his fingers over the steering wheel. “If the
rabies turned me, I’d be Schizo. Crazy. Worse than dead.”

“At least you got in one last hurrah,” I said. “Do we ever
get out-of-state assignments?”

“I wish, but we’ve got our hands full in the Great North.
The vamps are moving in on us. Cold. Dark. It’s like Florida for seniors.”

“So they can’t go out in the daylight?”

“Oh, they’re free to roam at any time. They just don’t like
to—light sensitivity and all.”

“Any other repellents I should be aware of? Crosses? Holy
water? Garlic?”

“No, no, and yes. Rabies vampires can’t stand garlic.”

“Why?”

“It’s their disease. They’re supersensitive to any olfactory
stimulation, which includes garlic. Then you’ve got your porphyria vampires,
whose skin is hypersensitive to sunlight. The real irony about a vampire is
that their disease is keeping them alive. In most cases, their families or
entire villages were wiped out, but some kind of freaky chemical reaction with
their blood both killed and preserved them in a state of reanimation.”

“Their AB negative blood.”

“Yep. And now, thanks to the green revolution, scientists
have discovered a way to trigger the dormant deadly virus inside vampires using
modified organisms. They just needed a way to get it inside the creatures’ system.
That’s where we come in.”

“I still don’t get why these organisms are toxic to them,
but not to us. Don’t we share the same blood type?”

“Affirmative.”

“Then why isn’t it toxic to us?”

“The antidote.” Dante looked over and winked. “It
counteracts the toxin running through our veins.”

“What happens if they run out of the antidote?”

How could Dante act so calm? A shot of liquid was the only
thing preventing us from becoming one of those creatures.

“Don’t worry, Sky. If you turned Melcher would send in an
assassin to put you out of your misery. Maybe me.”

I grumbled. “Comforting.”

Dante laughed. “Next question.”

“Have you ever experienced any side effects?”

Dante smacked his lips together. “Nope. Besides feeling
awesome. Have you noticed anything funny?”

“For a while I had trouble looking at myself in a mirror.”

“Ah,” Dante said with a smile.

“Ah, what?”

“That would be the pellagra. Victims of the disease become
perturbed when faced with their reflection for some reason. They’re also
sensitive to sunlight.”

Just another perk of being a vampire hunter.” I grumbled
under my breath. “How many of us are there?”

“Don’t know.”

“How long have vampire hunters been around?”

“Probably as long as there’ve been vampires. We genetically
altered AB negative lab rats are the latest and greatest in the history of
vampire hunters. Our kind has been around twenty years, tops.”

“Do vampires know about us?”

“They’re learning quickly and spreading the word. Not that
many have an opportunity to talk. You never want to leave behind any
witnesses.”

“What about human witnesses?”

“Don’t take out a vamp in front of a human.”

“What if one bites you in front of people?”

“Don’t let it.”

“What, it’s that easy?”

“Here’s a little secret, Sky. You’re not going to run into
many rabid vampires. The agents round those ones up, contain them, and sic ’em
on new recruits. The kind of creatures we’re after are cagey. They know how to
blend in, and they’re certainly not going to tear into your flesh the first
chance they get. They feed on the feeble-minded.”

I pictured my Mousketeers: Noel, Whitney, and Hope.

Dante continued. “And then they feed on them again and
again. There are the hunters, of course, who enjoy the kill, but the crafty
ones find willing sources to supply them.”

“Why would anyone willingly let a vampire bite them?”

“Like I said, Sky, better than sex.”

“And again, ew.”

“Makes people feel alive.”

“What about you? I don’t see any bite marks on your neck.”

Dante chuckled. “That’s vanity for you. I don’t let them
bite my neck.”

I faced forward and rolled my eyes upward. “I don’t even
want to know.”

“Sure you do. Chest and biceps work equally well;
occasionally I’ll throw in a wrist if I have to.”

“So if they started out with human teeth, how do they pierce
the skin to get to the vein?”

“Most of them sharpen a couple back molars. It’s rather
thoughtful of them, actually, more like a sharpened needle piercing the skin
above the vein than a rusty nail.”

 “Can’t we take them out before they bite us?”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“I don’t think any of it sounds fun, but I’ll avoid getting
bitten if I can.”

“Believe me, Sky, you’re going to have a lot easier time
taking these things out when they’re twitching on the floor. Are you really up
for hand-to-hand combat?”

I shrugged and stared out the window as we passed through
Wasilla. The city was like one long strip mall paved with parking lots leading
to supermarkets, sporting good warehouses, restaurants, liquor stores, gas
stations, and gun shops.

“This is one ugly ass town,” I said.

“This isn’t the real Wasilla,” Dante said. “It’s just a
front. Think of all the beautiful lakes and mountains in the area.”

Great, more mountains. I found them repressive.

I didn’t want to know how fast Dante was driving for us to
have reached Wasilla already. There were still around six hours left to
go—well, that would be the case if he’d obeyed the speed limit.

Once we passed Willow, there was a whole lot of nothing.
Only, it was pitch-black out, so I couldn’t see the nothing. But I could feel
it out there—great empty expanses of wilderness. It was the middle of the
night, and we were the only vehicle on the road.

Dante pulled off the Parks Highway into an empty parking lot
at mile 135.2 to let Tommy take a pee. The retriever leapt from the Jeep as
soon as Dante opened the back door. He sniffed the snow and began marking. I
stepped out to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. Maybe not the best idea.
The air was the kind of cold that hurt to breathe. I hugged myself in my arms
and danced in place.

Dante walked to the end of the lot and stared in the
distance. I joined his side.

“I always pull off here,” Dante said. “It’s one of the best
views of Mount McKinley…when you can see her.”

He seemed like he was trying awfully hard to see through the
dark. I knew why he did it, because I could feel it out there, too—a majestic
presence.

I turned and headed back to the Jeep.

“Tommy,” Dante called. “Let’s go.”

Tommy ran back as soon as Dante opened the back door. The
blast of the heat felt good on my legs.

Dante had the Jeep in fifth flying back down the highway in
no time.

“So what’s the assignment?” I asked.

“Got a target that needs taking out. Calls himself Ivo. He’s
been snacking on college freshmen. Last month he strangled a girl and sucked
her dry.”

I flinched. “She’s dead?”

“Yep. Ivo hangs with another vampire named Patrick.
Patrick’s not violent, but he’s a feeder nonetheless. I figure two of them…two
of us…”

“And you want me to take Patrick?”

Dante grinned. “No, I want you to take Ivo.”

I crossed my arms. “Of course you do.”

“First conquer the mountain.”

“What are you? A psych major?”

“Nope. Environmental studies.”

“Of course.”

“What about you, Sky? Got a major in mind after high
school?”

“I like to read and write.”

“I imagine you’ll find yourself with plenty of material. It
could be worse. We could be dead.”

“…or in Fairbanks.” I leaned forward in my seat. Were we
there already? The time on the dashboard clock read two twenty-five.

The roads were deserted. The temperature on a bank display
board said negative fifty-three degrees. Seriously, how did anyone other than
vampires live here?

“Got to make a quick pit stop to pick up my informant.”

“You have your own informant?”

“Not exactly. Melcher prefers we don’t meet them at all. He
likes informants to report to him and then he passes the intel onto us. But
sometimes we work together.”

“How do informants get chosen?”

“Like us. They die, the agents and their surgeons step in,
but the transfusion doesn’t take. The procedure costs a fortune. Might as well
make some use out of them.”

“So I guess we’re lucky.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Informants have to pose as vampire
junkies, getting the juice sucked out of them time and again while we swoop in
and save the day. We’ve got it made, Sky.”

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