Supernatural Fresh Meat

FORTY-FOUR




Heading steadily toward the ski resort, Sam and Bobby worked their way upslope, reaching a section where they had to cut around a ridge. The route continued upward, and Sam saw that they had to climb across a relatively open area of granite. To get to the next elevation level, they’d have to scale a nearly vertical wall, walk along a ridgeline for about twenty feet, and then enter the forest again.

Bobby looked at his map, then stared up at the cliff. “Climbing this is a necessary evil. Once we cut across the top, we’ll be back in the trees.”

“How narrow is the top?”

“Let’s hope wider than it looks.”

“Won’t we be a little exposed up there?”

“Not as exposed as we’d be if we’d taken the avalanche route.” Bobby pulled a rope out of his pack. “It’s going to be windy up there. We should rope ourselves together in case one of us falls.”

As they tied themselves to each other, Sam stared up at the vertical wall. Bobby noticed his worried look. “It’s still better than the route back to the trailhead. A single avalanche could wipe us off the mountain.” Bobby stooped over and unbuckled his snowshoes. “We’ll have to take these off. Make it easier to find toeholds.” He eyed the ascent. “It’ll be easier if we stick to the big boulders going up. Just be careful not to slip down any cracks and break a leg.”

“You paint such a cheerful picture.”

They strapped the snowshoes to their packs. Instantly Sam sank up to his thighs, and he knew it was actually a lot deeper than that. They struggled through the drifts to the edge of the boulder field, and stepped up onto large granite rocks. Bobby pulled out an ice axe from his pack and Sam did the same. If either fell, the other would dig in with their ice axe to arrest the descent.

Bobby took the lead, creeping upward, using his hands to steady himself. The rough granite was a lot easier going than the snow had been. Sam jumped from boulder to boulder, gaining altitude a lot faster than they’d been able to do slogging through the snow. He watched the rope between them go slack and taut as they gained and lost distance between each other.

Within a few minutes, they were a quarter of the way up. It grew steeper then, and the boulders smaller. Progress slowed a bit. When they’d climbed halfway, Sam looked down as they moved above the height of the trees. The layer of cloud stayed low, and for the first time, he could actually see more than thirty feet.

In the near distance were steep granite cliffs. Clouds hung in front of them like shawls made of spider webs. Fresh snow covered the slopes, collecting in all the crags.

Now outside the forest, exposed on the rock face, the wind hit them.

They were almost all the way up, and Sam could see the crest of the cliff above them.

Bobby reached the top first and started making his way along the ridge. A sudden gust of wind kicked up, pinning Sam momentarily to the rocks. He gripped the stone in front of him as it blew even harder, almost knocking him off balance.

“Wooooo!” Sam heard Bobby call out in surprise. “That was a hell of a breeze.”

As it died down, they both straightened up. Sam reached the top of the ridge and could see down the other side of it, a dizzying two hundred foot sheer drop onto a pile of rocks below. They walked along the narrow line of the top, only two feet wide in places and full of loose stones.

A blur of movement flashed up the side of the cliff they had just climbed. Sam saw a dark shape leap to the top of the ridge and slam into Bobby. Bobby cried out and fell backward, plunging over the sickening drop. Instantly, the rope cinched up on Sam, and he lost his footing. He slammed down hard on his tailbone, then spun around to his stomach, clutching the ice axe. He held it tight to his chest, letting his weight drive it down into the rock. The axe dragged through loose soil, and Sam felt his legs swing free as his lower body went over the edge. The weight on the rope tugged him downward. He gritted his teeth, pressing on the axe as he felt his elbows go over the edge. Then, suddenly, the axe found purchase and Sam hung, swinging on the end of it.

As he hung there, he dared a look down and saw Bobby on the end of the rope, suspended above the two hundred foot drop.

Something slammed down onto Sam’s hands where he gripped the axe. He looked up into the face of a black-haired man in his thirties, dressed in a long, black wool overcoat. The man’s mouth parted into a smile full of sharp teeth. His eyes glinted reflectively as he stared down at Sam with utter contempt.

Not a man, a vampire.

The vampire smashed his foot down again, crushing Sam’s fingers, but Sam refused to let go of the axe. Sam’s flailing feet kicked the rock face below him, trying to find a place to stand. He looked to his left, seeing a handhold in the granite. Just as he brought his boot down a third time, Sam’s foot found a small ledge. He let go of the axe with his right hand, knowing the wrist strap would keep him connected to it. With his left, he grabbed the handhold. The wounds from where the aswang had pierced his chest muscles throbbed in agony.

The vampire’s combat boot landed harmlessly on the ice axe, and as he stepped back off it, Sam grabbed it, swinging it up into his thigh. He felt the axe bite through muscle and yanked downward, hoping to pull his assailant off the mountain. But as the vampire pitched forward, another, a female with bright blue spiked hair, ran up and grabbed him. She reached down, yanking the axe head out of his leg. Sam nearly lost his balance as she tried to snatch the axe away from him. He gripped it, but Bobby’s weight threatened to yank him backward. His left fingers started slipping in the handhold, and he could feel the granite tearing through his glove and cutting his skin.

She crashed her boot down on Sam’s left hand. Instantly, they went numb from the blow. He felt his hold slipping further. With a sickening feeling, he dipped backward. Instinctively, he swung forward with the axe, catching a lip of stone as he fell. He pulled himself back flush with the cliff, his left hand finding another nook to grip. Now he hung just below the summit where the vampires couldn’t stomp on his hands.

Sam’s heart thudded in his chest. He took a moment to catch his breath. He looked down, seeing Bobby swinging below.

“You okay?” he shouted down.

“Never better.”

Sam angled his head up, seeing the two vampires leaning over the edge. Black Overcoat pointed out to his partner a narrow ledge they could move down to in order to reach Sam and knock him loose.

As Sam searched the rock face for another position to move to, the creatures slid over the top of the ridge, moving closer to his precarious position.