Kissed by Ice (9 page)

Ignoring the cat I moved farther down the road between a second pair of houses. These faced the dirt road instead of the main street. In one, a light glowed in the front room, so I hurried by as quickly as possible. The last thing we needed was to get the locals riled up about strangers lurking in their yards.

A few more feet, and the road dead-ended onto a second dirt track running parallel to the main road. This one was slightly wider, big enough for a small car to pass, as if someone planned to pave it in the future but hadn't gotten around to it yet. Potholes had been filled in with pebbles and sand, making walking marginally easier. Like the main street, this one was lined with cinder-block houses in varying states of disrepair. Clearly the town was not on the tourist map, and it showed. Either people didn't have the money to fix up their houses, or they didn't care.

I still hadn't caught any sign the vamp was nearby. There was only so far it could or would walk, especially since it had been close to daylight when it hit shore. It would have gone underground somewhere nearby. Of course, it could have left at nightfall. It would have had several hours to get out of town before we arrived. I sighed. Might as well check the north end of the street while I was here.

I walked past more of the cinder block houses with more of the same overgrown yards studded with fruit and palm trees. The thick air was fragrant with the scent of frangipani and other tropical flowers. I really wished I was here on vacation. And that Inigo was here with me.

I shoved that thought down ruthlessly. Thinking about Inigo would only take my mind off the task at hand and send me tumbling down a very dark hole. I needed to stay focused.

I was nearly to the end of the street, about to turn back, when I felt a little tingle at the base of my skull, so faint I nearly missed it. The street was a dead end, no driveways or anything to indicate houses deeper in the jungle. I frowned, moving to one side of the street and then the other. The tingle was stronger on the east side, definitely. Stepping off the road, I moved cautiously through the heavy undergrowth. The tingle grew stronger, turning into an outright painful grip on the back of my skull. The vampire was close.

Branches and vines swiped at my bare arms. I wished for my jacket, but I'd left it back on the ship. I hadn't wanted it to get ruined by the sea water. Besides, it was far too hot for a coat of any kind, despite what Haakon seemed to think. I winced as another branch slapped my arm, raising a welt, no doubt.

At last I broke into a small clearing just as the sky above was lightening, and the horizon was turning pink. The grip on my skull was fierce now. I had to be right on top of him.

In the center of the clearing stood what looked like a garden shed made of cinder block with a corrugated tin roof. The building had been painted green, like the jungle around it, including the roof and door. There were no windows. It was a bit small, but it was a perfect place for a vampire to hide from the sun. Behind the shed swelled a small hill thick with trees. We were in the foothills of the mountains.

A smile quirked my lips as I strode toward the shed. It was probably close to the hour mark, but I didn't care. That vamp and I were going to have it out here and now. I was going to get the info I needed, and then I was going to dust the asshole. Kabita and Haakon could just wait.

Gripping the brass doorknob, I gave it a twist. It turned easily, but the door didn't open. I gave it a good shake, but it didn't budge. I bit out a curse. Deadbolt, of course. From the inside. I felt the door. It wasn't metal, which was good. Harder to burn metal. Unfortunately it wasn't wood, either, which would have been easy to either kick open or burn down. It was some man-made resin shit. I gave it a half-hearted kick. No way that thing was coming down easy. I'd have to burn it. If it could burn without killing me from the fumes. I laid my palm flat against the door, closed my eyes, and willed the Fire inside me to rise.

"What in Valhalla do you think you're doing?"

I spun around with a yelp, tiny sparks jumping from the tips of my fingers. Haakon stood a few paces behind me, glaring, arms crossed over his massive chest.

"I'm opening this door," I said. "The vamp's in there."

"You were supposed to come meet us."

"I had better things to do. How did you find me?"

He gave me a look I couldn't quite interpret. Instead of answering, he strode toward the door, nudged me out of the way, and did the same twist-jiggle thing I'd tried.

"It's bolted from the inside," I informed him in my haughtiest tone.

He didn't exactly roll his eyes, but I swear I could feel him doing it in his head. "Stand back."

"Really?" I propped my hands on my hips. "Who do you think you are? Thor?"

"Do I look like I make a habit of carrying power tools? Stand back."

With a sneer, I moved back a few paces. "Have at it."

"Thank you, kind lady. You are too good to me." Now who was the one being snarky?

Haakon rolled his shoulders, stretched his neck from side to side, and then gave his knuckles a good crack. Was he going to punch the door? He'd break his hand for sure.

He drew one leg up and let go a kick that would have done a ninja proud. The door flew off its hinges and crashed against the opposite wall before slamming to the floor of the shed, sending up a small cloud of dust. It all happened so fast, I barely had time to blink.

"Show off," I muttered.

Haakon gave me a serene smile. "After you."

"Such a gentleman." Thank gods he wasn't like Jack, insisting on going first. Never mind I was the expert on vampires. Hunting them anyway.

I wondered what waited for us beyond that doorway. I would have given anything for a UV gun or my machete, but all I had was a knife. I smiled a little. And my powers. I didn't like using them if I didn't have to, but they came in handy at times like these.

Cautiously, I poked my head through the open doorway. All I could see was the inside of an empty shed. Other than a few cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and a dirt floor, there was nothing. Except I could still feel that tightness gripping the back of my skull. There was definitely a vamp nearby.

I stepped through the doorway and paced the small room. Nothing.

"Anything?" Haakon's head appeared around the doorjamb.

"No…." I frowned. "Wait a minute." I paced back across the small space. Yes. Something was definitely off. One side of the shed floor felt and sounded like a dirt floor should: solid. The other side, however, had a slightly hollow sound as I walked across it. And it felt—I pushed down with my right foot—yes, there was definitely a slight give. "There's something here."

Haakon joined me, his massive frame taking up most of the small space. He knelt down and brushed the palm of his hand over the dirt. "I think there's a trapdoor here."

I stepped back and let him scrape away at the dirt with his hands. Sure enough, there was the outline of a door.

"The vamp's down there," I said. I had no doubt it was true. The pain in my head hadn't gone away.

Haakon nodded. "He didn't cover this door himself. He had to have had help." He didn't say it, but I knew he meant help of the human variety.

"I'm guessing his maker."

Haakon frowned. "Another vamp wouldn't have risked getting caught in daylight."

"I mean his human maker."

He gave me a look that said I'd clearly lost my mind. "What are you talking about?"

"Tell you later. Right now we've got a vamp to dust."

# # #

Beneath the trapdoor a rough ladder made of two-by-fours stretched down into the darkness. Unfortunately, it didn't stretch quite as far as I would have liked. The space under the shed floor couldn't have been more than about four feet high. It was hardly more than a crawlspace. Claustrophobia reared its ugly head. What was with me and all this underground nonsense lately? I'd had more than my fill beneath the streets of Paris.

Taking a deep breath, I descended the ladder into the tight space. Before crouching to fit beneath the floor, I slid my knife from the sheath in my boot. I still had my wrist sheaths as backup, but there was no way I'd be able to get a knife out of my boot in that small space. How Haakon was going to fit, I had no idea. I had even less of an idea how I was going to fight a vampire with so little room.

The smell of damp earth tickled my nose. I squatted, placing my left hand flat on the bare earth for balance. That was all it took. Deep within me my Earth power stirred, unfurling like a vine reaching for the sun. Of all my powers, it was the newest and least under control. Without my bidding, it seeped out of my pores, shimmering over my skin like a green mist. All around me plants began to sprout from the dirt, never mind we were underground and away from sunlight.

"What the hell?" I hadn't realized Haakon was so close behind me. "Is that you?"

"Umm…." How to explain this? "Sort of."

"Well, stop it. The last thing we need is to be fighting weeds
and
a vampire."

I was about to comply when I noticed something. The plants around me shimmered with the same greenish light as my skin. I'd expected it to end in a wall about the same place as the shed wall above us, but it didn't. The shimmer of green continued several feet into the darkness.

"Haakon, this isn't just a hole. I think this is a tunnel."

"Wonderful." He sounded about as thrilled as I felt.

"Come on, big boy. Let's see where this leads."

# # #

Leaves and flowers tickled my bare arms and face as I crawled through the near blackness of the tunnel. I'd managed to shove my Earth power back down where it belonged, but the plants themselves—the plants I'd made grow underground—still gave off a strange green luminescence. Thank goodness, because I wasn't sure even my superior night vision could have seen anything down here.

My knees were sore, and my palms stung from sharp rocks liberally scattered in the dirt of the tunnel. It was hot and sticky and far too close for comfort. My heart pounded in my ears, my breath coming in short gasps. I was close to a full-blown panic attack, which was sort of embarrassing to admit, even to myself. Hunters were supposed to be fearless. Clearly my brain hadn't gotten the memo.

I sensed Haakon close behind me. I couldn't imagine how he was doing. He was far bigger than me. It was a wonder he even fit in the tunnel.

Up ahead I saw where the shimmer of green ended in a gaping hole of black. "I think we're close," I whispered. Haakon tapped my boot to let me know he'd heard. I took a deep breath and crawled the last couple of feet.

The darkness was so complete, I couldn't see a thing. There was no green shimmer of light from plants. Even my night vision wasn't working. I cautiously stood up. My head didn't hit anything.

"You can stand up," I whispered. "At least I can."

There was silence for a moment. "Me, too. We didn't angle down, so we must be under a hill."

The hill behind the shed. Clearly someone had taken advantage of that little quirk of the landscape. "You got a light? I didn't exactly come prepared for underground exploration."

"One moment." There was a rustling sound followed by a snap, and then a dim, bluish light filled the space. Haakon held the glow stick high. We were standing inside what looked like a large, underground dome made of carefully placed rocks. And from the ceiling….

"Holy shit," I breathed, staring at the seething mass.

"You got that right."

We hadn't just found a vampire. We'd found a whole damn nest.

Chapter Ten

"Oh, hells bells, this is so not good," I hissed. "There are way too many of them. Where the hell is Kabita when you need her?"

Haakon didn't answer me. Probably realized my question was entirely rhetorical. "Looks like at least half a dozen. Maybe more."

Great. I'd handled that many before, but not on my own. I'd always had Jack. Or Inigo. I shoved that thought ruthlessly aside. Haakon would have to do. He was a Sunwalker, after all. And if Eddie was right, a former Viking. I was pretty sure he'd know a move or two. I stared at the knife in my hand. Damn, I could really use a machete right about now.

I had something else, though. Something most Hunters didn't have. Something that was far more deadly than a blade. I had Fire.

"Um, you might see something kinda weird," I told him.

"You mean weirder than you glowing green and making flowers sprout out of the dirt?"

"Possibly."

He gave me a look. "Fantastic."

"Just don't freak, okay?"

"I am not in the habit of 'freaking,'" he said stiffly.

All righty then.

With my eyes still fixed on the ceiling and the mass of hibernating vampires, I reached down into that place where my powers dwelled. They raised their heads, eager to get out. Smoke twined around Fire. Earth shimmered with green. Under them all was the black, roiling mass of Darkness. I frowned. Beneath the Darkness, lurking just out of sight, I could have sworn I sensed something else. Something new. I shook my head. I must be losing it.

Refocusing my energy, I coaxed Fire from its lair. I didn't have to work too hard. It surged out of me, flame spreading down my left hand like a fiery glove.

"Holy shit," Haakon echoed my sentiment from earlier.

"Told you."

We didn't have time to discuss it any further. The vamps above our heads began to stir.

I tightened my grip on the knife, fervently wishing I had one of Tessalah's flash bang grenades. They were like the regular flash bangs the army used, but with a little extra UV juice. Enough to disable the entire nest. Heck, at this point I'd take a plain old gun with plain old bullets. I wiggled my fingers a little, the flame dancing merrily in the dark. I'd have to make do.

I glanced at Haakon. He had a blade in one hand and a gun in the other.

"How the hell…?" He lifted an eyebrow. I shook my head. "Never mind." I might have known he'd have a way to keep a UV gun operational underwater. I was going to have a talk with Tessalah after this. If I survived. The Fire inside me laughed.