Black Heart: Wild On (26 page)

            Coward? Me? Jeff sent the four of them to kill me. Four against one. That sounded cowardly to me. I'd fight any of them one-on-one. I mean, I've done reasonably well against their Sire.

            I willed myself up.

            "What the — !" Francisco cried.

            "She's back!" Tanya cried.

            I grabbed Tanya by her hair and extended my wings. A second later we were airborne. It was almost impossible to fly in the thick press of the forest canopy, but I didn't have to go far before I found what I was looking for.

            Tanya never tried to escape. No sirree, that little spitfire attacked me with fangs and nails. Viciously. It was painful and bloody, but gave me the time I needed.

            "Tanya, you are too stupid to be alive," I said, and flew straight at a broken limb about fifteen feet off the ground. The sharp end penetrated between her shoulder blades, right through the heart and erupted between her breasts. I hung onto a thick limb and watched her dying. I had to make sure. "See you in Hell."

            Tanya had the most embarrassed look on her face. She stared dumbly at the bloody piece of wood thrusting out from her body, touched the sharp end, and then went limp. Finally all the way dead.

            "Two down, two to go," I said.

            Francisco and Sid both stiffened and morphed to human form. I graced them with my best wolfish grin. Sid looked a bit unsure, while Francisco just became pissed.

            "You didn't know I already killed Jerry?"

            "How?" Sid said. "He's bigger than you."

            "Um, maybe I won because he was dumber than me," I said. Grinning at them, I let go of the limb and fell straight down. I landed in front of them, just three feet separating us. I was still afraid of them, but I didn't show it. Nothing but arrogant confidence, baby. "Who wants to die next? Franky? Sid Cocksacks?"

            "Cotsakis, bitch," Sid said. He took a step toward me, first clenched. "Don't mock my name."

            "Oh, nice. Me thinks you've been teased with Cocksacks before," I said, grinning with wicked delight. If they lost their temper, they might make mistakes. "Does it make you go
nuts
?"

            "Aaaiii!" he cried.

            "No!" Francisco said.

            Too late. Sid leapt at me. Hands extended, he tried to seize me. My wings sprouted, and came around front. Two eight inch spikes thrust into the sides of his chest, meeting in his heart. That stopped him dead in his tracks, a surprised look on his face.

            "Wings trump hands and fangs," I said.

            I shoved him away and thrust-kicked into his throat, crushing the windpipe. I wanted to snap his neck, but he was too tough for that. Francisco started around him, coming at me from my left side. He wasn't going to give me the time to finish off Sid.

            Hurling Sid straight back over my head, I turned and kicked. My roundhouse connected on Francisco's shoulder, not his head that I was aiming for. It was enough to push him into a tree. He bounced off the tree and fell, stunned. I snatched up a three foot branch off the forest floor, and charged him.

            Sid returned before I could finish Francisco off and tackled me from behind. His fist was pounding into my side. We hit the ground a second later, and I rolled. Sid rolled with me, keeping me from escaping. Francisco stopped our roll with a foot, leaving me on top and facing up.

            "Oh shit!" I cried, seeing the same branch I wanted to impale him on now in his hands. He grinned, raised it high and stabbed down. I morphed into a bat and scrambled out of the way. Then morphed back to human. "Well done!"

            Sid lay spread-eagle at Francisco's feet, his heart pierced by the tree branch intended for me. I noticed Sid had an erection. Was it because of the staking? Or did he enjoy wrestling me that much? And, I might add, his ball sack was huge.

            "Is he the first vamp you've staked?" I said.

            "I'm going to stake you," Francisco said, reaching for the stake.

            If he pulled the limb out Sid would be reanimated. I couldn't have that. Hell was the perfect place for an old undead thug like Sid. So I swept Francisco away with my wings. I grabbed Sid, lifted him up and flew up into the tree tops and deposited him there.

            "I can get him down," Francisco said. I didn't like his tone. It was dismissive, disrespectful. He was talking down to me, and I was
winning
. "I can levitate up and remove the stake, or change into a bat and fly up."

            "I know," I said. I was actually standing on Sid's dead body. "But I'm all about making it hard for you." I shrugged. "What fun is it if it's easy?"

            "Still trying to be a comedian, heh?"

            "No, I'm trying to be a vampire killer," I said. I looked down at Sid, and then over at Tanya about thirty feet to my right. "So far so good."

            "You think you can kill me?" Francisco said. He laughed. "I'm a hundred and four. What are you? Three months? Four months?"

            "Let me see...I think I'm the baby vamp that just killed three of four vampire goons, you being the last," I said.

            "I killed Sid."

            "You bastard! Killing your own kind?" I cried. I shook my head. "With friends like you, who needs vampire hunters?"

            "You're not funny."

            "I'm amused, and that's half of us," I said.

            I hopped off Sid, and extended my huge batwings to slow my fall. Landing a few feet in front of Francisco, I folded my wings behind me and regarded him. Francisco was gawking at my wings. They never failed to impress.

            "How did you...?" he said.

            "Uber vamp, baby. That's why I'm so scary," I said.

            "You're not scary to me, Black Heart," he said.

            "Why do you undead people keep calling me Black Heart? My name is Sable," I said.

            Francisco surged straight at me. Yeah, that whole surge thing I can't do. Before I could react his arms were around me and pushing me backwards.

            "Ugh," I grunted, slammed into a thick tree trunk. He head butted me. "Ugh."

            A vampire head butt could kill a mere mortal. As it was, he probably cracked my skull and left me dazed. I felt my wings suck back into my body as all strength left my limbs.

            "Not laughing now, are you, Black Heart?" Francisco sneered. He pounded a brutal fist into my belly. "I should just kill you now. But I think Tanya, Sid and Jerry might enjoy torturing you a bit before we finally twist your head off."

            Francisco sank his fangs into my throat. Even halfway into la-la land I found the feel of those long, sharp fangs erotic. My pheromones started pumping, filling the cold winter air. Francisco groaned, sucking harder, greedier at my throat. I felt his erection growing, pressing against my belly.

            "No you don't," he said hoarsely. He stepped back, one hand in my hair. Francisco lowered me to my knees. "I'll not be seduced by the likes of you."

            Francisco seized my chin, with the other hand in my hair at the back of my head. I realized he was going to snap my neck. I'd be helpless while my neck healed, giving him the time to reanimate Sid and Tanya. One of them would then fetch Jerry and the party would begin.

            Summoning up all my remaining strength, I twisted my head violently. The hand on my chin slipped off, and I found his thumb pressed against my lips. Opening wide, I chomped down on that digit. My teeth severed the bone and flesh with remarkable ease.

            "Yeeeooow!" Francisco cried. He jumped away from me, clutching his mauled hand. "You bit my fucking thumb off!"

            I spit the thumb out and grinned up at him. "Yep."

            Francisco cried out and reached for my throat. I dropped and rolled away. Rolling back to my feet, just like Dane taught me when I first started training to stake vampires, I kicked out and bashed his hand aside. He still had the other hand clutched to his chest.

            "I think we'll hold off on saving Tanya and the boys," I said.

            "Just long enough to kill you," he said. His dark eyes narrowed. He bared his fangs and surged at me. "Gotcha."

            "Dammit," I said, struggling in his arms.

            I really needed to figure out a defense against that tactic. Surging was so fast I didn't have time to think.

            "I'm taking you down," he whispered in my ear. "I'm taking your
heart
."

            "Ugh, Jesus," I cried as his right hand knifed into my abdomen.

"Black Heart to just heartless in one poetic stroke," Francisco said.

            "Oh, you...you're trying to be clever," I said. The pain was exquisite. My wings erupted from my back. "Let me try." I drove the spike from the left wing through his forearm, right next to my belly. That stopped the forward progress of his hand well short of my heart. "I'm just going to
wing
this one."

            Francisco, cursing furiously, stepped back and grabbed my wing above the spike and started pulling it out. I couldn't stop him. He was much stronger than me. So, with my back against the tree trunk, I quickly picked up both feet and thrust both into his chest with all of my strength.

            He bounced off a tree a dozen feet away and promptly surged back at me. I was expecting it. Extending the spikes of both wings straight ahead, I watched as he impaled himself upon them.

            "You are an arrogant fool," I said, pulling him in close with my wings. I immediately knifed my right hand up into his belly, shoving it deeper and straight up to his heart. Then I grabbed it, and yanked it out of his body. Took all of three seconds. Yeah, I'm that fast. "That's how you rip out a beating heart. Fast. Don't stop to tell your victim first. Now die, idiot."

            I pulled my spikes out, and watched Francisco stumble backwards with the dumbest look imaginable on his face. After he stopped kicking, I lifted his body up to the treetops. The morning sun would find the vampire bodies and vaporize them.

            There was still the chance werewolves or other vampires would find them before sunrise. So I collected the hearts of Sid, Tanya and Jerry, and took all four hearts across the Red River and into Oklahoma. I found nice treetop perches for them and left them there.

            No hearts meant no reanimation.

            Flying back over the Red River Pack's run, I noticed all the boars were caught and killed. The mighty hunters were carrying the carcasses back to the bonfire to celebrate. So I flew ahead, and morphed into a wolf just before reaching the firepit area.

            About half the people were back and spread around the bonfire. None of them were having deep discussion or staring at the stars. Nope. Everyone was going at each other like sex-starved minx. There were at least a dozen vampires there, filling the air with pheromones and driving everyone to new heights of erotic needs and desires.

            I spotted Vanessa first. To my surprise, she had Boney laid out on the grass and was riding him hard. Boney was kissing and sucking on her bouncing boobs. Her head was thrown back and she looked oblivious to the world in her ecstasy.

            Antoinette was watching with wicked glee. I had a bad feeling Vanessa would be sorry one day. That undead Frenchwoman thought every pretty woman in the world, whether alive or undead, should be working for her as a prostitute.

            The scene within Antoinette's little grouping was bizarre. First, two werewolves were playing with and sucking on Antoinette's boobs. One of either side as she laid there, propped up on her elbows and looking bored out of her mind. Lolita and Lorelei, on hands and knees, were sucking the dicks of the two werewolves. And each of the Giorgi Sisters had a mortal man behind her, reaming her out royally.

            "Broken daisy chain?" I said, and shook my head. I wasn't going near Antoinette. I understood my limits, and her erotic powers were still a little more than I could withstand. Especially with so much sex going on all around, and so much vamp pheromones in the air. Then I spotted Dane, also enjoying carnal delights of the wickedest sort. "Damn."

            Dane was with three women. Blonde, brunette, and redhead. The blonde was a witch, since she had the prerequisite jewel prominently displayed on a leather choker. Or was that a collar? Depended on how kinky she was, I suppose. The redhead was a vampire, but her dark aura was tiny and weak. A pathetic excuse for a vampire, but a drop dead gorgeous one nonetheless. The brunette was, of course, Mercedes and a werewolf.

            "A Trudeau Trifecta of erotic evil, I'm sure," I said.

            "I thought I smelled the rancid stench of undead slut," Mercedes said, and the other two giggled. "But you are right in one aspect, all three of us are born and bred Trudeau."

            Mercedes pulled Dane's chin up and kissed him deeply. The blonde witch went down on him, and the redhead returned to gently raking her long nails across his belly as she sucked on one of his nipples. Dane loved having long nails raked across his skin during sex. I kinda liked it too. Desiree was especially good at it.

            When the blonde came up for air, the redhead sucked his manhood down with relish. She sent her vampiric powers through Dane, and he erupted in her mouth. Over and over. She was keeping him going. Licking her lips, the blonde stood up with a sultry look.

            "Stay away from me," I said, baring my fangs. Her eyes went round, then she dropped back to the ground beside Dane. "Dane! Are you alright? You want to come with me?"

            "Oh yeah," Dane said. Red was sending waves of pleasure through him, and they were affecting me, too. "I'm great."

            "Pig," I muttered.

            "See? He prefers us to your fat ass," Mercedes said. "You really should cut back on the chocolate."