Miss Bonnie was feeling rather discouraged.
Her hands had been tied behind her back. Her legs were bound together. Like a slab of beef, she was left to hang upside down from the rafters of a dusty barn by a length of rope tied around her feet.
There was enough slack in the rope that her head was only a few feet off the ground. She felt dizzy as all the blood rushed to her head, turning her face roughly the same color as her hair.
Her resilience remained.
“This is bullshit,” she said.
Standing Eagle’s warriors had been similarly restrained. Charging Bobcat and Screeching Owl hanged to the left of Miss Bonnie, while Crafty Fox and Wandering Snake hanged to her right.
Charging Bobcat flexed, shook, shimmied, writhed his body all about, grunting and groaning, fighting for his freedom.
“You will strain yourself,” a calm Snake said.
“So we just do nothing?” a belligerent Bobcat replied.
“We wait for the spirits to make their will known,” Snake said.
“That’s a good way to get yourself killed,” Bobcat said.
Bobcat gritted his teeth as he struggled. Finally, he shouted loudly. Angrily.
The room went silent.
“It is a good way to not lose your mind,” Snake said.
The barn doors swung open.
Lamont walked in and laid his bag down on a table that had been set up for him in the middle of the barn.
“Oi,” the cockney vampire said. “Let’s have a lil look see at me crowded space, yeah?”
The vampire opened his bag and laid out a variety of tools. First, there was a rusty pair of pliers.
“Pinchers they is,” Lamont said. “Yank your scratchers right off your pointers.”
Filled with fear and confusion, the hostages took in the show. Lamont was happy to spend some time instructing his captives on the tortures he had in store for them.
Next was a pair of scissors. “Nice snip snips,” Lamont said. “Take off a toesy woesy they will.”
Out came a long, sharp knife. “Slasher. Now that’ll rearrange your gullivah all right..”
“What’s he saying?” Bobcat whispered.
“I don’t know,” Miss Bonnie replied.
“What tongue is he speaking in?” Bobcat asked.
“English,” Miss Bonnie said. “But I think like…from England.”
Lamont pulled out more items. A cat of nine tails. A length of chain. A few collars with spikes pointing inward.
He chuckled as he pulled out the last item – a corkscrew.
The vampire walked over to Miss Bonnie, leaned down in front of her face and held the corkscrew in front of her eyes.
“One lil pop in your thinker in just the right spot love and youse a thinker no more,” Lamont said. “A blood bag forever after. Stay nice and fresh and give us some drinky poos you will.”
“I don’t get it,” Bobcat said.
“He’s going to perform a crude surgery on our brains so we won’t think any more but we’ll remain alive and pump blood that will be harvested for his kind to feed on,” Snake explained.
“Shut yer gob,” Lamont said as he shook his knife at Snake. “You’ll get your turn.”
Lamont picked the knife up off the table and sliced the rope that was holding up Miss Bonnie, allowing her to drop face first on the floor.
“Miss Bonnie said as she lifted her head up. Her face was bruised and bloodied from the fall. “And here I just thought he was some kind of fucked up pervert.”
Lamont brushed the palm of his hand across Miss Bonnie’s cheek.
“Mmm,” the vampire said. “Nice and soft. A pretty piece of flesh.”
“Shit,” Miss Bonnie said.
“Upsie daisy now,” Lamont said as he grabbed Miss Bonnie by the arm and dragged her over to the table. The vampire propped his vampire up in a chair and looked down on her.
“‘Ello poppet,” Lamont said. “Fancy a spot of fun? A bit of rough and tumble, ay? A little bit of the ole in and out? Nice day for a proper rogering in’it?”
Miss Bonnie responded with a gooey glob of spit that launched from her mouth to her captor’s face.
“We need to do something,” Bobcat said.
Snake’s eyes were closed as part of his meditation. “If we are meant to do something the opportunity will present itself.”
“Trust in the spirits to make all right,” Snake said.
Lamont wiped the spit off his face and laughed. Then his eyes turned blank and blood red. He stared into Miss Bonnie’s eyes.
“You want it, don’t you love?” the vampire asked.
All the fight went out of Miss Bonnie. “Oh…I do…”
“That’s more like it,” Lamont said with a grin. He cut the rope away from Miss Bonnie’s feet and hands, then set his knife down on the table.
Miss Bonnie’s lips went all pouty. She batted her eyelashes. “Please. Don’t make me wait for it any longer.”
Lamont picked up Miss Bonnie, threw her down on the table, then started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Snake!” Bobcat said. “The woman!”
Snake kept his eyes closed. “Patience.”
Lamont and Miss Bonnie’s lips met, their tongues twirled together. But as the vampire reached a hand into the redhead’s blouse, her hand was reaching for something else.
She seized it and with a swift motion, sliced open Lamont’s throat. Black blood rained out of it and onto her face.
The vampire stumbled back as Miss Bonnie stood up and pointed the knife at him.
Lamont reached for his throat, which was already beginning to heal. By the look on his face, he was clearly perplexed.
“A trick doesn’t work on someone that knows it’s coming, asshole!” Miss Bonnie said as she poked the air with her new blade, putting the vampire on the defensive.
Bobcat registered his disbelief. “What the…”
“Spirits,” Snake said.
“Spirits my ass,” Bobcat said. “That is one crazy white bitch.”
Lamont charged at Miss Bonnie. Together, they crashed into the table, smashing it to pieces. The knife was lost in the scuffle, leaving Miss Bonnie defenseless.
The vampire stood and grabbed Miss Bonnie’s feet. He started to drag her away. In vain, Miss Bonnie dug her nails into the dirt, as if that would somehow make her immobile.
Luckily, she grabbed a broken table leg just in time.
Lamont’s fangs popped out. He raised his right arm up ready to strike only to recoil in pain as Miss Bonnie plunged the table leg into his heart.
Shocked, the vampire looked at his impaled chest, then at Miss Bonnie, then back to his chest. He did this a few more times before finally voicing his confusion.
“But…but…youse a girl!”
The vampire’s eyes bugged out of his head, his veins pulsed, his skin turned purple and then like an overfilled balloon, his body exploded, sending black blood, bile, guts and parts everywhere.
Miss Bonnie wiped the blood out of her eyes. She was drenched.
“And don’t you forget it, motherfucker!”
“I…I am impressed,” Bobcat said.
Snake’s eyes opened. “Spirits. Am I right?”
“Fucking men,” Miss Bonnie said. “Always thinking with their peckers.”
The doors bursted open again. Miles entered in werewolf form, with Slade and Sarah on his back.
“Bonnie!” Slade shouted. “I’m here to rescue you!”
Slade hopped off of Miles’ back, allowing Sarah to rest on the werewolf as if he were a big furry couch. He looked around at the blood soaked room, then at Bonnie. He instantly realized how stupid his words were.
Miss Bonnie picked up the knife then walked over to Snake. She started sawing away at the rope that was holding the shaman captive.
“Fucking men,” she repeated.