Trail of Tears (36 page)

Just as well she was beyond help.

* * *

Carter stormed onto the carriage. His first
thought had been to lash out and kill every human still alive. But
he forced himself to calm down. He knew Harris well enough to know
the bastard wouldn’t rest until he had rescued this pathetic
rabble. The huge bastard who had blown up his tank was already in
custody, a few broken bones and such courtesy of his thralls. They
had been quite annoyed at him and it had taken quite a bit of
persuading to stop them from killing him. But it was worth it. He
had seen that one before, when Harris had left him in the
helicopter. That mountain of a human had been with him. He must be
a friend or, at the very least, a trusted Lieutenant.

Harris would never leave the man to rot
here. It just wasn’t in him. All he had to do was wait and he would
come to him. It had been a long and frustrating day and night but
he smiled regardless. The carriage was totally destroyed but piles
of equipment were stacked in every possible area. A lot of the
equipment turned out to be metal panels and cogs that obviously
combined to build something important. A generator probably. But
his attention was on the smaller boxes in the corner. Only the most
important supplies would have been carried on the humans’ desperate
journey.

He pulled at the first box, leveraging the
thin cover off. Inside he saw ammunition stacked into neat rows. He
bent to retrieve one of the human’s weapons on the floor and
studied it. He pressed the stud and released the magazine. Four
bullets left. The bullets were the same make and size but each of
the bullets in the box had a splash of red on the side. He smiled
as he called to two thralls who were shifting through the
debris.

He finally had a sample of their special
bullets. The bullets that could kill vampires.

“Yes, not a bad day after all.”

The End.