“Stay the fuck back,” Featherwood said, brandishing a shank. Another of the new vampires—this one naked—ran up to the burned woman and laughed as the shank sank into her chest again and again. As it came out each time, the wounds were already healing.
“You didn’t say it would feel this good,” the vampire growled. Then she spun around and slammed her forearm up against Featherwood’s throat, crushing her trachea. The burned gangbanger dropped to her knees and stared up at Clara as she struggled for a breath she couldn’t take.
Another of the vampires, this one wearing panties and a stab-proof vest, was behind Clara before she could even turn to run. The vampire’s hands settled on Clara’s shoulders. It felt like she was being pressed down by heavy stones. “Kneel,” the vampire said.
Clara knelt.
“She lives, for now,” Malvern announced. The vampire holding Clara nodded but didn’t let her go.
The five of them came and stood around her, looking down at her. They were beautiful, in a way. They were hairless and their skin was perfect, creamy smooth and perfectly white. Their bodies were tight and lithe, even Malvern’s. All the blood she’d drunk the night before agreed with her—she didn’t even look wrinkled anymore. The only reason Clara even knew it was Malvern was that one of her eyes was missing, leaving just an empty socket in her head. That, and that she was wearing her old mauve nightdress, which didn’t look like an empty sack on her anymore. Now it clung to the filled-in curves of her body.
Otherwise they were all identical. Their ears were long and came to sharp tips. Their eyes glowed a dull red. And their mouths were filled with rows of wicked, translucent teeth.
There was a clattering sound from the stairwell—from the stairs that led down to the Hub. It had to be Guilty Jen, coming up to announce that Laura was dead. Clara’s head dropped forward, her body unable to support its weight anymore.
For a moment the five vampires just stood looking at the door. It didn’t open. One of the vampires moved to the door, eventually, and stared at it as if she could see right through it. Then she tore it open, reached through, and pulled Guilty Jen into the room so fast the gangbanger barely had time to scream. The vampire holding her grabbed Jen around the waist and around the mouth, effortlessly holding her motionless. But then Guilty Jen did something Clara would have thought impossible. Writhing like a snake, she slid right through the vampire’s arms and ducked between her legs, rolling out the other side. Immediately she sprang upward into a combat stance, one hand held out in front of her like a blade.
The vampire turned on her heel, her face lit up with excitement. Even Clara could see the deep cut in Guilty Jen’s palm. And the drop of blood rolling down her forearm.
Malvern growled, no words at all, just a pure animal noise. The vampire facing Guilty Jen didn’t seem to notice. She was watching the hand, watching the blood. Malvern started to move, but the vampire got there first. Grabbing Jen again, she pulled the gangbanger’s hand into her mouth and bit down hard. There was a noise like someone trying to suck up the last bit of frozen strawberry from the bottom of a milk shake, and then Guilty Jen lost all her color.
The gangbanger tried one last roundhouse kick. She got halfway through her arc before collapsing to the floor. She wasn’t breathing.
The newly fed vampire dropped to her knees. Her chest shook and her hands grabbed at the floor, her fingernails digging deep channels through the linoleum tile. When she looked up her cheeks were slightly pink, as if she’d applied a layer of blush, and her eyes were on fire.
Malvern hadn’t stopped moving. She collided with the blood-drunk vampire, hard enough to knock her over on her back. Then she raised one arm and brought it down like a pile driver, her fingers sinking into the vampire’s flesh as if through so much milk. There was a horrible sucking noise and an elastic snap and then Malvern pulled the vampire’s heart out right through her shattered rib cage.
The fire went out of the dead vampire’s eyes.