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either side of the aisle and cowered on the floor, but not one
of the six others made a move to follow suit.
    “We got silver bullets in these bitches!”
Bowie shouted and for good measure fired a six round burst through
the ceiling of the RV. The shell casings made a little jingle as
they littered the floor. One of the two civilians shrieked in
fear.
    The lights overhead flickered but stayed
on.
    All but two of the original eight in the
trailer had gone flat and lay there, looking for direction from the
duo that remained on their feet.
    The K-Car screeched to a halt outside, the
line of volunteers long scattered and gone.
    “What’s with you motherfuckers?” Boone barked
at the two standing. “Didn’t the man just tell you to
get-the-fuck-down?”
    “Maybe they don’t believe we got something
special for them.” Bowie patted the barrel of his SMG.
    “You two!” Boone indicated the civilians on
the floor. “Go. Move.”
    They scampered past the two armed men and out
of the RV.
    “Now…” Boone loosed the stake he wore at his
side on its lanyard from his shoulder and held it up for all to
see.
    “I said get down motherfuckers!” Bowie roared
again but neither of the two left standing made a move to
comply.
    “Punk-ass motherfuckers—” Boone’s face was
bright red and he was cursing gibberish and spittle as he lost
control, crossing the space between himself and the closest of the
standing vampires, grabbing it by its cold, clammy neck. He pulled
it close to him and pressed the tip of the wooden stake to its
cheek, one eye on the tall vampire in the front of the RV the
entire time. “You got a fuckin’ problem with your fuckin’ hearin’
you bloodsucker whore son a bitch—”
    The tall vampire stood where it was, watching
and waiting. Bowie shifted the barrel of his Colt towards it and
sited down the barrel on the thing.
    “Give me a reason,” he whispered.
    Boone dragged the tall thing’s compatriot
down the aisle bodily, the creature hissing at him but making no
move to resist. He slammed it from side to side against gurneys.
Medical supplies overturned, showering to the floor. Charts and
papers fell and fluttered off the walls. The thing he manhandled
showed its fangs, but it was terrorized and not looking for a
fight.
    “Boone!” called Gossitch. The crew chief and
Santa Anna were in the trailer behind Bowie. Hamilton and Jay were
poking their heads and the barrels of their Colts through the door,
watching what was going on. Madison wouldn’t have left the van and
the van wouldn’t have moved yet.
    Boone rammed the vampire against a
blacked-out, curtained window. The glass gave and the thing
screamed as the muscular man thrust it halfway out of the trailer.
Even with an overcast sky the pale sunlight was poison to its
being. The vampire fought against him, grasping at the window
frame, trying to pull itself back into the trailer. Boone held it
at arms length a few moments longer, the thing screeching in agony
and smoking.
    “Boone!”
    He yanked it inside and the thing collapsed
to the floor, smoldering and whimpering. It started to crawl away
from him.
    “When the man says get the fuck down ,” Boone roared at the four figures already
prone. “You get the fuck down!”
    “Give me the word, Boone.” Bowie had the tall
vampire locked in his rear field site. Gossitch and the other men
in their crew were transferring boxes of cash and insulated cases
of blood to the cars outside on the street.
    “Kreshnik…” the wounded thing on the floor
was calling plaintively to the sole standing vampire.
    Boone turned his attention to the tall
vampire.
    “What about you, huh?” Boone took a few steps
forward. Was it his imagination or did it get darker the closer he
came to the thing? He held the stake up. “Smell it, bitch? You
smell the silver?”
    The vampire reached up slowly with one gloved
hand. Bowie aimed past Boone’s shoulder, ready to cut the thing in
half with a burst of