He expected tears, and was braced for an attack.
Instead, she hugged him.
“They turned ten years ago.” She said, pulling away. “They had asked me to do it, if they ever showed signs of it, but I just couldn’t. Thanks to you, though, they’re free now.”
He tried getting comfortable, but something didn’t feel right. The fire smelled funny, for one thing, and his book was sticky. Tilting it towards the firelight, he saw the cover, and his hand were wet with red. He looked into the fire, and saw his wife’s eyes staring back.
Jack shot it again, and the body exploded, showering the toys with the dust of a finallyohdeargodthankyou dead vampire. There was still cleanup to do, and the toys would have to be burned – he wasn’t taking any chances – but the nightmare was over.
All around the table, people were on the ground, crying silently, hoping to go unnoticed. The young man spread out on the table had no such luck, and his screams filled the air as Bree and Dan began to feed.
He tightened his grip on his sword and shield, edging a step closer. The rabbits turned their beady eyes on him, and he remembered his clients claims of the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog breeding with the local bunnies. He had thought they were kidding.
Dan smiled. “Who said I wanted saving?”
The other man looked confused, but that was okay. Dan’s vision was beginning to tunnel down, the light at the end growing as it got closer. His wife smiled from the other side. He took the last step away from life, and into her arms.
Then they hit the twist in the track, and he was screaming with the rest of the group, heart wild in his chest until the cars slowed down again.
Becky looked at him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. “Told you it was fun!”
And okay, fine. Maybe it was good to be wrong sometimes…
She dug the knife in a little deeper. His screams echoed, filling the room with a prayer for mercy.
She smiled and gave the hilt a sharp twist. “Sorry, Kal. Looks like God has more important things to worry about.” She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “So much for being the favorite son, huh?”
Sam grumbled & chuffed as his mother pulled him closer. He knew it was time for hibernation, but he wanted to see the world turn white like the rabbits had told him about. He burrowed into his mother’s side, letting her warmth soothe him. He would just have to try again next year.
He only hoped the person he had stolen the body of didn’t mind being stuck in his old shell. Not like it mattered, really. The body had been dying when he left it. Besides, if the person had a problem with what happened, they could take it up with the big guy upstairs. Or down.