On my way over to Ethan, my cell vibrated again. I glanced at it and mentally groaned. Another 911. That meant there were two vampires. Not good.
I reached Ethan, wanting to keep a sharp eye on him as well as the door. It wasn’t long before I saw two men walk in with the distinctive skin and purposeful movements that marked the difference between a regular person and a vampire.
I gave the interior of Chuck E. Cheese’s another frustrated glance. With all the children here, this was the worst kind of place to have a showdown with the undead. If I were playing bait, I’d try to maneuver the vamps into the parking lot to minimize the danger to bystanders. But Belinda probably wouldn’t care enough to do that. Well, I’d just have to try and help her out.
I grasped Ethan’s hand. “It’s time,” I told him.
His blue-green eyes widened. “The bad people are here?” he whispered.
I doubted Don had explained to Ethan-or his parents, whoever those crazy folks were to let their son do this- what sort of “bad people” we were after. I wasn’t about to elaborate, either.
“You don’t leave my sight, remember?” I said, soft but stern. “It’ll be okay.”
He nodded, visibly mustering up his courage. “Okay.”
What a good boy.
My cell phone vibrated again, with another series of numbers flashing across the screen.
911-911
“Oh, f-crap,” I caught myself just in time.
Ethan blinked up at me. “What’s wrong?”
I got a tighter grip on his hand. “Nothing.”
That was a lie, of course. I looked up in time to see a third vampire walking in the door. Then a fourth. I saw Belinda pause in her next Skee-Ball toss, look at them, and smile. Widely.
This was going to be a hell of an afternoon.
THREE
THE VAMPIRES DIDN’T TAKE LONG TO NOTICE Belinda. Maybe they even smelled her before they saw her, because they weren’t inside the place for a minute before they sidled over to her. I kept a good grip on Ethan’s hand as I heard Belinda exchange hellos, straining my hearing to make sure she wasn’t saying anything else. Like,trap orReaper. So far, so good. Belinda was just being flirty-with a homicidal edge to it, inquiring if they were up for eating anyone here.
“Why do you think we’re here?” one of them said with a smirk. “It ain’t for the big fake mouse.”
The others laughed. My jaw clenched. Bastards.
“You here with anyone?” another asked, giving Belinda an up-and-down leer.
“Some chick I met and her son,” Belinda said dismissively. “One of you can eat her, but I call dibs on the kid.”
“Point them out,” the dark-haired vampire said.
I glanced away right as Belinda’s hand arced up, putting a false smile on my face as I looked at Ethan.Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to happen to you.
“The blonde wearing the black turtleneck sweater and jeans, holding the little boy’s hand. That’s them.”
“Pretty,” the brunette drawled, then added quickly, “but not as pretty as you, of course.”
“Thanks.” Belinda’s voice said his backpedaling wasn’t sufficient, but she’d let it go. “So, how do you all normally do this? Just snatch a kid and run?”
“See that guy over there?” The tall, scrawny vampire pointed to someone wearing an employee badge. “After a few flashes of my eyes, I’m going to steal his outfit from him.”
“Why would you want to take some guy’sclothes?” Belinda asked in disbelief. I glanced back over to them casually. I’d just been wondering that myself.
“Not his clothes, the Chuck E. Cheese costume,” the vampire replied with a grin. “It’s easy to get kids to follow you outside without arousing suspicion when you’re wearing that. Even if their parents notice, one of us just gives ’em the gaze and they go home thinking everything’s fine. Takes them a day or so to even realize their kids are gone, and they don’t remember where they lost ’em from.”
“We take them out one at a time and store them in the trunk,” another added. “It’s cool enough this time of year, so they don’t die and go stale, and with a flash of the eyes, they stay quiet while they’re there.”
My hand tightened on Ethan’s until he let out a yelp. I loosened my grip, fighting to keep my eyes from glowing out of pure rage. I couldn’t kill these guys soon enough.
Belinda smiled. “A vampire in a Chuck E. Cheese costume? That I have to see.”
The vampire returned her grin. “Wait right here, honey. You’ll love the show.”
As if on cue, the robotic figures in the theater came to synthetic life. The kids squealed in delight. I watched as one of the vampires followed the employee they’d pointed out behind the stage. My intention to follow as well was cut short by what I heard next.
“…hungry now, I’m getting someone to eat,” the russet-haired vampire said, sauntering away from Belinda and the others.
I let go of Ethan’s hand. Belinda had pointed him out as hers; he was the safest kid in the place at the moment. I knelt down until I was eye-level with him.
“See that game?” I asked, pointing to the one closest to us. “You play that and you don’t move from it until me or one of the other guys you met earlier comes to get you. Promise me.”
Ethan nodded. “Promise.”
“Good boy,” I murmured. Ethan went over to the game and set all his tokens down by it. Cold fury seized me as I watched the other vampire hunt for his prey.
“All units, stand by,” I whispered into my cell phone. This could get ugly real fast.
I discreetly kept him in sight as the vampire wandered through the room, his sharp eyes picking out which kids were being supervised and which weren’t. There was a young boy by the change machine, gathering up his tokens. The vampire watched him, sidling up behind him as the boy started to browse the games. Then he waited until they were near a corner, and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
The boy looked up-and that was all it took. The vampire’s eyes flashed green for a moment and he murmured something, too low for me to catch. No one else noticed. The boy followed him into the next room without a pause, disappearing behind one of the partial walls.
I went after them, noticing the vampire had picked the least busy place, where all the out-of-order games were kept. He was kneeling, the little boy in front of him. I could see the green light of the vampire’s gaze reflecting off the skin of the boy as he stood there, making no attempt to run or scream.
He’s going to bite him right now. Right here, and he could have his body stuffed behind one of those broken machines in less than a minute. His parents will never even know he’s in danger until he’s already dead…
The russet-haired vampire leaned down, no fear of parents or God or anyone else stopping him. I pulled out a silver knife from my sleeve and crept forward.Say hello to my little friend, asshole!
“What the-?”
I whirled, feeling the inhuman power at my back even as I heard the voice. The vampire wearing the Chuck E. Cheese costume stood behind me, his big fake mouse head tilted questioningly to the side. The other vampire dropped his hands from the little boy, and his gaze narrowed on my knife.
“Silver,” he muttered.
The gig was up. “Deploy!” I screamed, knowing Bones would hear me, and flung the knife.
It buried into his chest to the hilt. I leapt on him in almost the same movement, knocking him over to give a few rough twists of the blade. At the same time, something heavy landed on me. And cushy. It was the vampire in the Chuck E. Cheese getup.
I rolled over, crunching my legs up and then kicking the vampire off me. He hit a video game hard enough to make it crash through the window. I heard Tate shout, “Homeland Security, nobody move!” as I palmed more knives and then flung them with perfect accuracy into vamp Chuck E.’s chest. He staggered back, but didn’t go
