The still nameless male just kept giggling.
Narda looked at Devona and frowned. “What are you doing with this corpse, honey? Can’t find yourself a real man?”
“Maybe she likes ‘em dead,” Enan said.
“Dead and limp,” added the giggler.
“Why don’t you just go on ahead and find a party somewhere, honey?” Narda said. “And leave the deader to us.”
I’d had enough of this, and was about to step into the street and confront them when Devona spoke, her voice shaky with barely contained fear.
“Do you have any idea who I am?”
Nada wasn’t impressed. “Yeah, you’re a dumb halfbreed blood-slut who ought to have better taste than to hang around with a pile of walking hamburger like him.” She nodded in my direction.
I signaled for Devona to be quiet, but she ignored me and went on.
“I am Devona Kanti, daughter of Lord Galm and guardian of his Collection,” she said haughtily, or at least as haughtily as she could while trembling.
I groaned inwardly. That was exactly the wrong thing to say.
“You’re lying, bitch,” Narda said. “And if you aren’t, you’re just plain stupid. The Red Tide doesn’t give a damn about the high-and-mighty Lord Galm.”
“Galm hates tech,” Enan put in.
The giggler raised his forearm and made a fist. The wires around his arm quivered like hungry worms. “And Red Tide is wired, man.”
As if in agreement, the holo-cubes dangling from Narda’s ears flashed red. “Wired solid,” she finished.
Screw this, I thought, and raised my surprise and leveled it at the three undead gang bangers.
“You’ll get the hell out of here if you know what’s good for you,” I said in my best I’m-a-cop-and-I’m-through-taking-shit voice.
They saw what I was holding and burst out laughing.
“A squirt gun?” Narda said, incredulous. “Deadboy, your brains must have rotted away to goo!” She turned to her two companions. “C’mon, let’s each grab a limb and make a wish.”
They started forward and I aimed my plastic green squirt gun at their heads and pumped the trigger three times in rapid succession. Three streams of liquid flew out of the nozzle, one for each vamp.
When the fluid struck them, their undead flesh sizzled and popped and steam rose into the air. I imagine it didn’t smell too good, either. They screamed and fell to their knees, clutching their wounded faces in their hands.
“That’s a mixture of holy water and garlic juice,” I said. “And unless you want some more, you’ll-” Before I could finish, Narda-her burns already beginning to heal-pointed at me and a thick tentacle of braided wire and circuitry shot forth from her arm. The tentacle wrapped around my gun arm and squeezed. Sparks crackled where the wire connected with my arm, and I could hear my own flesh begin to fry. I knew I had to do something quick, before my dry zombie skin caught fire.
I dropped my gun, intending to catch it with my left hand and continue squirting, but my zombie reflexes were too slow. I missed and the plastic gun clattered to the street.
I tried to bend down to retrieve my weapon, but Enan stabbed his hand forward and a thick black cable lashed out toward me like a whip. It coiled around my neck and Enan grunted as he yanked me forward. I slammed face-first onto the cobblestones and got to listen to a few of my ribs break for good measure.
This wasn’t exactly going as well as I’d hoped.
The Giggler decided to get into the act then. Thin tendrils of wire uncoiled from around his arms and came snaking through the air toward me. Like Narda’s, electricity coruscated up and down the length of the Giggler’s wires, but unlike hers, his streaked toward my mouth. I realized then that the bastard intended to cook me from the inside out.
I clamped my mouth shut tight and struggled to roll over onto my side. I would’ve pinched my nostrils shut to prevent the Giggler’s wires from entering me that way, but I only had one hand free, and I had a more important use for it. I reached into my jacket and groped for something else that might fend off the vampires, but before I could get hold of anything they started shrieking anew. I looked up and saw that Devona had retrieved my squirt gun and was dousing the Red Tide members with my holy water and garlic combo.
“For godsakes, be careful!” I warned. “You don’t want to get any of that stuff on you!”
The three tech-vampires retracted their cables and wires, releasing me. She and the other two vamps didn’t look so hot. Their faces were a mass of burns, and their combination hi-tech and magic body suits were starting to short circuit, throwing off showers of miniature fireworks.
The vampires staggered to their feet and stumbled off, howling in pain. At the end of the street, Narda turned, and fixed us with a hate-filled stare from her single remaining eye.
“The Red Tide’s going to store this in permanent memory, fuckers! Bet on it!” Then she turned and continued running after the other two, leaving us alone on the streets of Gothtown. They were vampires; their injuries would heal eventually. But it was going to take some time.
I pushed myself to my feet with my left arm, and stepped over to Devona. She still pointed the squirt gun in the direction the Red Tide vamps had gone, holding it in an iron grip. Her entire body shook, and her breath came in ragged gasps. I’d only fired my weapon twice in the line of duty when I was cop-before coming to Nekropolis, that is-but I understood what Devona was feeling.
“Why don’t you give that back to me before you break it and that crap leaks all over your hands?”
She looked at the gun as if realizing for the first time what she was holding, and she handed it over to me gingerly, like it was a live grenade. I suppose for a vampire-even a half-vampire-it was.
I checked the water level, saw that the squirt gun was almost empty, and then replaced it in my jacket pocket.
“Thanks for taking care of those three, Devona. You probably saved my unlife.” At least for another day or two, I added mentally.
“I didn’t think about it; I just grabbed the gun off the ground and started shooting.” She sounded amazed, as if surprised by her own actions. “Where in Nekropolis did you get holy water, anyway? It’s extremely illegal. If Father Dis found out-” She stopped and looked at me in horror. “The Hidden Light! You’re a member of the Hidden Light!”
She started backing away and I held up a hand-my right one-to calm her. It was a little hard to control, thanks to Narda sizzling my arm, but it still worked. “Take it easy. I’m not one of the Hidden Light, but from time to time they supply me with certain items I can’t get any other way.”
That didn’t do much to reassure her. “They’re a terrorist version of the Inquisition, Matthew: radical Christians completely dedicated to the destruction of Nekropolis and the Darkfolk by any means necessary!”
“I don’t condone their actions, but if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been able to get me hands on the holy water that just helped save your butt.”
“I don’t care what your reasons are. It’s because of people like them that my kind had to leave Earth in the first place. People like them-and like you.” She looked at me like I was the lowest form of life imaginable.
I knew the intensity of Devona’s reaction was an emotional aftereffect of the battle we’d just survived-most likely the first she’d ever fought-but despite that I couldn’t control my rising anger.
“If you don’t want my help anymore, just say so. Maybe you’ll get lucky and the Dawnstone will just show up on its own. And if it doesn’t, maybe Lord Galm will have mercy and kill you quickly.” It was a rotten thing to say, and I immediately wanted take it back, but I didn’t know how. I’ve never been good at apologies.
Devona was silent for a few moments, and I could tell that she was considering walking away and being done with me. But in the end her dedication to her job-and fear of her father-won out.
She let out a long sigh and then in a tired voice said, ““All right. Where to now?”