Strange Brew by Various

Author:Various
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror & Ghost Stories
Published: 2010-05-22T02:48:25.678000+00:00

Forty-two minutes later, Brax reappeared, dust all over his hair and suit. He clicked the flash off and strode to the car, got in with a wave of death-tainted air, and said, "Drive." I drove.

His shoulders slumped and he seemed to relax as we turned off on the secondary road and headed back to town, rubbing his hand over his head in a habitual gesture. Dust filtered off him into the air of the car, making motes that caught the late-afternoon sun. I rolled the windows down to let out the stink on him. We were nearly back to my house when he spoke again.

"I survived. They either didn't hear me or they were asleep. No myths busted today." When I didn't reply he went on. "They've been bringing people back to the mine for a while. Indigents, transients. Truant kids. There were remains scattered everywhere. Like the McCarleys, most were partially eaten." He stared out the windshield, seeing the scene he had left behind, not the bright, sunny day. "I'll have to get the city and county to compile a list of missing people." A long moment later he said. "We have to go after them. Today. Before they need to feed again."

"Why not just seal them up in the mine till tomorrow after dawn," I said, turning into my driveway, steering carefully around the tricycle and set of child-sized bongos left there. "Go in fresh, with enough weaponry and men to overpower them. The vamps would be weak, hungry, and apt to make mistakes."

"Good Golly, Miss Molly," he said, his face transforming with a grin at the chance to use the old lyrics. I rolled my eyes. "We could, couldn't we? Where was my brain?"

"Thinking about dead kids," I said softly as I pulled to a stop. "I, on the other hand, had forty-two minutes to do nothing but think. All you need is a set of plans for the mine to make sure you seal over all the entrances. Set a guard with crosses and stakes at each one. That way you go in on your terms, not theirs."

"I think I love you."

"Stop with the lyrics. Go make police plans."

Unfortunately, the vamps got out that night, through an entrance not on the owner's maps. They killed four of the police guarding other entrances. And then they went hunting. This time, they struck close to home. Just after dawn, Brax woke me, standing at the front door, his face full of misery. Carmen Miranda Everhart Newton, air witch, newly married and pregnant, and her husband, had been attacked in their home. Tommy Newton was dead. My little sister was missing and presumed dead. The attention of the national media had been snared, and more news vans rolled into town, one setting up in the parking lot of the shop. Paralyzed by fear, my sisters closed everything down and gathered at my house to discuss options, to grieve, and to make halfhearted funeral plans.

I spent the day and the

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