Dependent Days by Chris Sapp

Author:Chris Sapp [Sapp, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Story Snark Press
Published: 2013-11-08T22:00:00+00:00

BANG!

The silver cap and mahogany bullet of his anti-vampyr rounds nearly decapitated his would-be attacker in a spectacular spray of blood, skull fragments, and grey matter.

Still floating in the air, Larkin leveled his gun at the blonde vampyr who was now cowering behind the landing strut.

“Please,” she begged, “I’m sorry!”

“That sun has set darlin’. Now, c’mon on out so I don’t accidentally hit my ship. She’s new.”

To Larkin’s surprise, the whore actually came out from behind the strut. She was hugging herself and her entire body was trembling with fear. There was no sign of the sexy goddess from earlier. She was just a scared girl that was hoping her life would be spared. She was hoping in vain. He was going to find out why she had tried kill him and then he was going to put a bullet through her cold and bloodless heart.

“Why’d you ambush me?” he asked.

Before she could answer, another vampyr shot out of the darkness at him. He fired at the last moment but his shot went wide. The force of the blow, combined with the effects of his addiction, carried him and his attacker across the docking bay and into the far wall. His revolver slipped from his grasp and clattered noisily on the cement. For the second time that night, Larkin found himself pinned against the wall by a sexy vampyr chick. But this time it wasn’t a prostitute. It was Agent Barstow and the saliva dripping off her incisors was as serious as the starch in her uniform.

“No need a for citation officer. A warning will suffice,” Larkin snarked. Agent Barstow responded by trying to sink her teeth into the soft flesh of his neck. He elbowed her across the jaw hard enough to bust her lip. She snarled in anger then reared back for another bite. A bigger deeper bite. Larkin didn’t think Agent Barstow was interested in turning a G fiend into a blood addict. She was after death…his. If he was going to survive long enough to find out why then he needed to do something. Quickly.

He grabbed his attacker by the throat with his left hand. Her neck was thin and his elongated fingers almost touched at the back. With his right hand, he retrieved a garlic grenade from his bandolier beneath his trench coat and flipped the pin. Thick garlic scented fumes spewed into the air. Agent Barstow howled in agony as the garlic worked its magic, burning every inch of her that came in contact with the fumes. He released his grip and she fell writhing to the floor. The grenade was only half empty so he tossed it next to Agent Barstow where it could continue to torment her until the end of its existence. Her cries, which had subsided to a murmur intensified to full-out shrieks. It was music to his ears. He placed a second garlic grenade on the floor in front of the exit. The fumes clouded the entire doorway. He didn’t want any newcomers joining the party but he didn’t want any the guests leaving either.

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