Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Trev repeated his line as we ran through the dark tunnels, our only light from a flashlight the vampire handed me.
“I have a message for the first son of the blood.”
What did that mean?
“If only I were at full capacity,” Daria complained. “I am much faster than this with human blood in me.”
She was still quicker and stronger than me.
“How did you find me?” I asked, my feet craving some footwear.
“I had to investigate his activity,” Daria said, in the lead.
“I hated Lance the first time he darkened this city, knew as the moon knows the night he would be up to no good.” We turned a corner, reaching the bottom of some motionless escalators.
“I never expected to see you in a railway tunnel again.”
“Crappy irony.”
“I suppose.”
We hurried up the metal stairs, Trev keeping up. Despite his weird mantra, he moved as he should, though as if on autopilot.
The oracle all along.
Wow.
“Lance has a place just outside of the station,” the vampire said. “There are always shifters lurking around the entrance. Be vigilant.”
“I need a weapon.”
“We’ll find—”
Shouting stopped her at the top of the escalator.
I almost collided with her back. “What is it?”
“Violence.”
She led us through the collapsed ticket barriers to a door cut into the boardings, moonlight creeping through a small peephole.
The vampire looked, beckoning for me to peek next.
Three bodies lay before a pub on the corner of Kentish Town Road to my left. One guy was alive, clutching at his throat as blood gushed through his fingers.
A wolf’s howl sent my fear rising.
I stepped back. “What’s going on?”
“Let’s find out, fae,” the vampire answered, stealthily opening the lock on the door.
She peered out. “No zombies. Let’s go before the blood brings them here.”
I followed her across the street with Trev on my heels, through the broken door of the pub. A trail of blood went upstairs. We followed it, galvanized by heavy thuds and another howl.
Then a gun fired.