Fanghunters by Leo Romero Page B

bolt from the frickin’ blue.
    She gave him a half-grin; a knowing,
playful smile, before she finally turned and darted out of the house with the
speed of a ferret. Before he had a chance to move, she’d vanished like a
distant memory.
    Dom threw out a hand after her. “Wait!
Who—?”
    But, she was gone.
    Dom didn’t wait around; he immediately
reached out and kicked the metal sheet back closed before any passersby saw him
in there with an unconscious body. He then rolled over onto his back, his mind
in a haze like he was back on venom because all he could see wherever he looked
or whenever he blinked were two eyes.
    Emerald green eyes.
     

PART FOUR
     
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
     
     
     
     
    Craig dug a hand in his trouser pocket for the front door key. It wasn’t there. He tried the other pocket. He
frowned. “That’s weird...” he said in an absent voice.
    Jeff sighed. “What’s
wrong now?” he asked in an exasperated voice.
    Craig scratched his head. “I can’t find my
key…”
    “Oh for Chrissakes!” Jeff groaned,
facepalming. “Not again, you dumb prick! Dude...”
    Craig gave him a grim nod. “Musta fallen
out of my pocket back at the house.”
    Jeff huffed. “Congrats, man. We’re gonna
miss it now.” He turned and rubbed his head as if he had a headache. “What the
hell are we gonna do now?” he then said, slamming fists on his thighs and
jumping up and down.
    Craig turned and fronted him. “Hey! If you hadn’t smashed the TV back at the house, we wouldn’t have to come back to mine
every day, would we?” He got in Jeff’s face, his voice rising in volume.
    A disgruntled expression emerged on Jeff.
He couldn’t deny that fact. “All right, all right,” he replied in a calmer
manner, stepping back and showing Craig his palms. “We’ll just have to catch
the later showing,” he suggested with a sigh.
    “That’s right!” Craig agreed with a firm
nod. “That’s exactly what we’ll have to do.” Craig was just as pissed as Jeff
about missing The Bold & the Fabulous . Today was the day Gemma was
gonna own up to Joey about having an affair with his sister. It was gonna be a
classic. The real son-of-a-bitch was that they didn’t have time to go back, find
the key, and then come back again; it was a ten-minute walk, easy. “Trust us to
be just as addicted to The Bold & The Fabulous as we are to venom...”
    Jeff shrugged. “Well, whatcha gonna do?”
    Craig clapped his hands in frustration. “Come
on. Let’s go back to the house.”
     
    *****
     
    Dom got himself together as quickly as
possible once he checked the time.
    The other two assholes would be back very
soon and he still had his vampire friend upstairs to take care of. He dusted
himself down and caught his breath, his head still messed up by that chick (who
was she?). Another hunter? Like me? Only she knew more stuff; more
experienced. Competition? Then why didn’t she claim the hit for herself? Instead,
she helped me? Why? He shook his head. There wasn’t time to answer so many
questions. He knew he had to forget her and get moving. What wasn’t moving, was
the big bastard who just almost killed him. He lay at the foot of the stairs in
an unconscious heap. His chest rose and fell steadily, telling him that the
chick hadn’t been lying when she said he wasn’t dead. He then looked down at
the things now in his hands. In his left was a pair of specs, in the other, a
gun. A dart gun. Dom looked it over like it was a new toy. He aimed briefly
with it, then shrugged. Holy water she said. But what about the stake and
mallet? Well, he saw what her darts had done to the guard, so maybe she could
be trusted. Plus, a straight shot was a lot less messy than the old stake
through the heart. He huffed. Yeah, give it a shot, buddy, if it don’t work,
go all Buffy on him.
    He then turned to the specs. Blue specs;
protects the icing she said. Nice. She certainly knew her stuff whoever she
was...
    He put them on, feeling like an