Vampires in Devil Town by Wayne Hixon Read Free Book Online Page B

what she tasted like.
  He went back out onto the porch, sitting on the top step and watching the faint blue shimmers of the harmless Devils flicker in the woods.
  He had plans of his own but he couldn’t think about them at length, afraid Ilya or Ernst would know what he was thinking. If they knew about his plans then he would be dead and, knowing life after death was exactly what he wanted, they would prevent him from ever achieving that.
  

 
    Five
     
    Rachel thought her eyes were open but she couldn’t be sure. If they were then, wherever she was, it was seriously dark. She lay in the cold muck, listening to the splashing sounds around her head that now felt oddly swollen and tried to figure out how many people surrounded her. It didn’t really matter how many of them there were. The more important thing was what they planned on doing to her. Something inside of her wanted this to be some dark nightmare but she knew that wasn’t the case. Whatever was happening to her was real and she had to treat it as such. She could not allow herself any of the passivity her nightmares had afforded her.
  Footsteps sloshed around her.
  “How do you want to do this?” a woman’s voice asked. Or maybe it was a girl’s. She didn’t sound very old.
  “I don’t know,” another voice said. This one belonged to a man. A young man. Possibly a teenager. “Why don’t you grab hold of her ankles. I’ll get her under the arms.”
  Were there only two of them? If so, this came as a comfort to Rachel, although she didn’t know if she stood any chance of escaping at all. She hadn’t moved since hearing them come down, playing dead or at least seriously injured. And she wasn’t sure she would be able to move appropriately when the time came.
  A pair of hands grabbed her beneath her arms. Another pair grabbed her ankles. Together, they lifted her up with relative ease. She tried very hard to make herself as heavy and burdensome as possible. Dead weight.
  “You think she’s dead?” the girl asked.
  “No. I can hear her breathing. Besides, it wasn’t that big a fall. Cunt’s heavier’n she looks.”
  She wondered where they were taking her. She hoped it was someplace out in the open. Somewhere that allowed her to run if she was able to break free of them.
  The two people carrying her didn’t say very much. She was lost to the darkness, the gentle sway of her transport, and the soft sloshing of the water as the two cut through it. She tried to block it all out, which wasn’t incredibly hard to do. Things were already growing fuzzy. She fought to keep her eyes open but was not entirely sure if that was working. She hurt badly and she could feel her body trying to numb itself to the pain. She fought to stay conscious but everything conspired to drag her under. And once she waded out into the black waters of unconsciousness it was impossible to fight her way back.
  
  When she came to, Rachel opened her eyes. She was laid out on her back, very cold, in a lot of pain, and noticed the absence of hands around her arms and ankles. Overhead she saw stars twinkling benignly on their black canvas.
  She smelled cigarette smoke and heard the voices of the girl and boy. There was something about the way they talked that told Rachel they had to be teenagers. Probably just high school kids. Only a year out of high school herself, she wondered if she knew them.
  “Aren’t you worried she’s gonna get away?” the girl asked.
  “Nah, she’s out . If she tries to run I’ll bury my knife in her. I’ll fuckin tear her up.”
  “You’d better be careful.”
  “I won’t kill her. I’ll just... wing her or something.”
  “What are we gonna do with her?”
  “What do you want to do with her?”
  “Me? I just want to drop her off and get the hell away. Those people give me the creeps.”
  “Don’t forget that they’re the reason we’re doin this. Too late to take her