The Traveling Vampire Show

My arrow went in just under the man’s armpit and sank into his ribcage. He hit the mud skidding.

Slim scurried under the bleachers and vanished.

Bleachers I’d thought were empty.

From somewhere near the top, however, came applause. It sounded like one or two people clapping their hands.

Chapter Sixty

My skin went all crawly with goosebumps. I couldn’t see who was up there, but I knew anyway.

As I peered toward the top of the bleachers, the beam of a flashlight reached up through the darkness, swept this way and that, and found two men at the very top of the stands—found them for an instant, then lost them as they lowered themselves behind the structure.

“Look out, Slim!” I yelled, getting to my feet “The Cadillac twins! They’re coming after you!”

She didn’t answer.

The beam of the flashlight lowered and whipped back and forth through the lower rows of the bleachers. Shadows jerked and leaped. I looked for Slim, didn’t see her, then turned my head to find out who was holding the flashlight.

Its beam came from a cluster of three or four people standing just outside the door of the bus. The bus had stopped about twenty feet back from the cage. Not very far, but the people were in darkness and I had headlights shining in my eyes so I couldn’t tell who they were. Stryker was probably one of them, though. And Vivian.

I turned in their direction, readied an arrow and drew the bowstring back to my chin.

“Shut off the flashlight or I’ll shoot!” I yelled.

The light went dead.

“Thanks,” I said. A dumb thing to say, but it came out before I had a chance to think. “Now come over here and let us out.”

“Why would I do that?”

Before I had a chance to think about it—much. anyway— I released the arrow. It vanished into the darkness. Then came a quiet thump.

“Ah!” a woman cried out. A dark figure broke away from the group, hunching over and twisting away, then dropping to its knees. “You fucking bastard!” yelled the same voice. It didn’t sound like Vivian, but I’d noticed earlier that Stryker had several women in his crew.

I reached down to the quiver clamped between my knees and pulled out another arrow. Before I could shoot it, though, my targets had disappeared inside the bus. They’d left the wounded one on the ground, writhing and whimpering.

“That’s two down,” Lee said. “Three, counting Valeria. Not bad.”

“Except they’ve got us trapped and surrounded.”

She shrugged one shoulder. “Big deal.”

I laughed and so did she. As she came toward me, I slipped the arrow back into the quiver.

When she hugged me, the quiver fell over. But I didn’t care.

My shirt had been ripped off by Valeria, so Lee’s chambray shirt was the only thing between me and her skin.

“You’re doing really well,” she said into my ear.

“Thanks.”

“I always knew you were a good guy, but you’re even better than I thought.”

“Well... I’m trying.”

Her arms tightened around me. The way she was standing, I figured she could see the bus over my shoulder. And I could see the headlights of the truck over hers. If anything started to happen in either direction, we would know it.

“The thing is to stay brave,” she said.

“I’ll try.”

“Me, too.”

I let out a sad little laugh. “And we don’t have to worry about Slim.”

“Huh?”

“Staying brave. That’s the least of her problems.”

“I just hope she’s careful,” Lee said.

“Yeah, me too.” Then I started to cry.

Lee stroked the back of my head. “It’ll be all right,” she whispered. “She’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know,” I blubbered. “If anything happens to her...”

“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay.”

I kept crying, Lee holding me and stroking my head.