Witch's Fury by Jenna Wolfhart

Author:Jenna Wolfhart [Wolfhart, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Hours went by, and nothing happened. My feet were blocks of ice from standing out in the wintry wind, and I had to blow hot breath on my hands to keep them from curling into fleshy icicles. Stamping my feet, I turned in a slow circle and peered through the darkness. The moon had popped out from the dark clouds, and it highlighted the weathered headstones, and the fact that there were zero Nosferatu lurking in this place. Sunrise was only about an hour away, and so far, we’d come up totally empty on the fang collecting front.

“Guys, I don’t think any vampires are going to come. Maybe we should go. I’m starving, and I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept for days,” I called out across the graveyard. In response, a light popped on in one of the houses that lined the cemetery before a silhouette appeared behind a thin curtain. “And now I think we have an audience.”

Dorian slid into view from his spot behind one of the larger headstones. “I don’t understand. Last time I was here, the place was crawling with Nosferatu.”

“That was a long time ago, though, wasn’t it?” I asked. “I mean, you haven’t lived here in how long?”

“I’ve visited,” he said. “A year ago, I came to check up on things at the castle, and there were plenty of Nosferatu lurking around.”

“Where were they?” Anastasia asked. “Here? In this graveyard? Or somewhere else?”

“In this graveyard. Though…” Dorian trailed off and gave a nod. “I know where they are. Inside the crypts. Sometimes they go through periods where they spend months asleep in their coffins, building their energy back up for a next spree of attacks.”

The four of us slowly turned toward the cluster of crypts that we’d spent the past few hours mindlessly milling around, completely unaware that slumbering Nosferatu were among us.

“Yeah, that’s the kind of information I would have preferred to know when we first got here, dude,” Anastasia said, wrinkling her nose as she took a sniff in the direction of the crypts. “But now that you mention it, there’s a distinct rotting stench coming from the direction of those things. I didn’t notice it before because there’s a bunch of garlic hanging on the door, and that masked it.”

“Garlic?” Striding closer, I eyed the stone doors. Anastasia had been right. On each stone crypt door, a wreath of raw garlic had been hung on an iron rod. “What the fuck is that about?”

“It’ll be the people who live in this town,” Dorian said. “Like I said, they know how to take the proper precautions here.”

Laura strode closer to the crypts and leaned her ear against the solid stone. Frowning she said, “Think we can collect some fangs without waking them up?”

“Unlikely,” Anastasia said, “but if we’re fast enough, then we can do some stabby stabby before they realize what’s happening. They’ll likely scream, so we’ll need to split up and do it all at once, or else it’s just going to wake the others up.

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