The Traveling Vampire Show

I didn’t want to. More than that, though, I didn’t want to disappoint her. I guess I would’ve done anything she asked. So I handed the bow and arrow to her, then put a foot on Valeria’s chest, just as she had done. Only three or four inches of the arrow protruded—enough room for just one hand.

I wiped my right hand on my jeans (which were also wet), then grabbed the arrow around its feathers, being careful to stay away from what remained of Valeria’s nipple. Squeezing the shaft, I gave it a hard pull. A quick slip and my hand flew off it.

“Damn,” Lee said. “Give it another try, okay? If we end up one arrow short...”

“I’ll get it,” I said.

And I meant it. I wasn’t going to let Lee think I was weak or chicken. “Get me a rag,” I said. Not waiting for it, I cupped Valeria’s breast with my left hand, my thumb hooked around the arrow. Her breast felt slippery and cool. I pushed, mashing it, sliding it down the shaft until there was room on the arrow for both my hands to fit.

Lee muttered, “Oh jeez.” Then she gave me my shirt.

Released, Valeria’s breast swelled upward, climbing the arrow.

Though my shirt was wet, it took some of the slipperiness off my hands. I used it to dry the protruding shaft. Keeping the shirt around my hands, I once again compressed Valeria’s breast to make space for two hands on the arrow. Then I clutched the shaft with both hands, put most of my weight on her chest, and pulled with every ounce of my strength. The shirt, I think, gave me the extra friction that was needed.

I felt a force under my shoe as if Valeria were trying to sit up, but my weight kept her down.

The arrowhead, embedded in God-knows-what, suddenly let go. I glimpsed her breast stretching upward, pulled into the shape of a tall cone. Then the arrow leaped out like Excaliber, flinging blood. I held it high in both hands as I stumbled backward.

I slammed into Lee. She grunted, but stayed up. So did I.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Guess so.”

“Good work.”

“You too,” I said, knowing that she must’ve thrown herself in my way on purpose to stop me from falling.

We stood there, back to back. The quiver was in the way, but I could feel Lee’s rear end against mine.

Under the bleachers in front of me, a shape flitted across the headlights of the hearse. It was hunched low and carrying a spear.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“They’ve got us pretty much surrounded,” Lee said. “But they’re staying back. So far.”

“What’re they waiting for?”

“No idea. Maybe they’re just afraid of catching an arrow.”

“I’ll get the last one,” I said, feeling very powerful and brave now that I had retrieved the breast arrow.

“Better leave it,” Lee said.

“Huh?”

“Just in case.”

I thought about that for a moment. “Because it’s the one in her heart?”

“She’s probably not a vampire, but ... I don’t know, everything’s so crazy. I don’t know what to make out of all this, but... I’d hate to be locked in this cage if she suddenly comes to life.”

“You and me both,” I said.

“I know she won’t, but... I don’t want to stake my life on it.”

“That arrow’s probably broken anyway,” I said. “It went all the way through her and she fell on it.”

“Might’ve just buried itself in the dirt. But let’s leave it. For now, anyway.”

“Okay.”

“If we start to run out.

... if we last that long, I thought.

“... I’ll try to get it out of her later.”

Chapter Sixty-one

“I’ll make you a deal!” Stryker shouted.

Lee whirled, drawing back the bowstring.

I saw a dark shape hunkered by the front door of the bus.

“That him?” Lee asked.

“Not sure.”

Lee called out, “What sort of deal?”

“We’ll let you and the kids live if...”

Her arrow flew, hissing through the rain.