Ambrose closed his eyes and let the hard rain pelt his face. It felt good, as if it were pounding away his guilt.
He opened his eyes.
Just as a dark gray cargo van pulled into the parking lot.
Ambrose retreated into the restaurant.
A whole fleet of men poured out of the van.
Each one carried a crossbow.
Ambrose swore under his breath and ran back into the kitchen. Trap or not, I need to get them out of here.
He yanked the door open.
All six vampires lay sprawled under the suspended racks of frozen meat. They were still alive, but serenely unconscious.
Ambrose stepped into the freezer.
The overwhelming sensation of a blood high hit him hard. His mouth involuntarily opened wide. His eyesight blurred into red and black smears.
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Ahh…”
Raven delivered another roundhouse kick, causing Marvin to fall again.
“Is that all you know how to do?” Marvin wheezed. “Kick?”
“No, sir.” Raven swooped down on him. “I also bite.” He pinned Marvin’s arms. “It is a strange thing, sir. I thought you were a far better fighter than this. I am sorely disappointed in you, sir.”
Marvin tightened his grip on the iron cigarette case. “Oh, yeah?” He pressed a button on the side of the case.
Raven’s eyes widened as the feeling of a blood high came over him. “Ah.” He clenched his teeth and tried to fight it, but it was wonderful and enticing and it was all too much.
It was irresistible.