Sexiest Vampire Alive

Chapter Twenty-five

Gregori reached over to turn off Abigail’s flashlight. “We should get the hell out of here,” he whispered, although like the others, he didn’t move. He was too damned curious about what would happen next.

Villagers poured into the main street, carrying torches. They stood there silently, their faces without expression. Even the children were still and emotionless, and Gregori knew from spending time with Roman’s kids that this was not normal.

“Could be some sort of mass mind control,” J.L. murmured.

“By Master Han,” Russell added.

A third gong sounded.

The villagers turned en masse and marched toward the south. The light of their torches illuminated blank faces and robotic movements.

“I see this on television,” Rajiv whispered. “Zombies.”

Howard snorted. “They’re not going to eat us.”

“You sure?” Rajiv asked. “They not eating food in village.”

Abigail winced. “That’s true.”

“Let’s see where they’re going.” J.L. moved south along the crest of the hill.

Gregori held on to Abigail to help her maneuver in the dark, although he had a secondary motive for keeping a grip on her arm. If the situation turned dangerous, he wanted to be able to teleport her away in an instant.

The villagers came to a field and divided, half walking to the east side of the field, half to the west. They set their torches into poles that lined the field on each side.

The field was vast, row after row of knee-high leafy green plants. The villagers—men, women, and children—spread out among the rows. The adults pulled knives from their belts and cut leaves off the plants. The children gathered up the leaves and dropped them into baskets that were located every ten yards.

“They’re slave labor,” Abigail whispered. “This is terrible.”

“What’s Master Han doing with those leaves?” Russell asked.

Gregori leaned close to Abigail. “Is it the Demon Herb?”

“I can’t tell from here,” Abigail answered. “Can we get closer?”

“I’ll see.” J.L. moved down the hill and stopped behind a pile of rocks. He took a rock the size of a cantaloupe and rolled it into the field.

No reaction. The villagers went about their work. Those close to the rock simply walked around it.

“They remind me of the Borg from Star Trek,” Abigail whispered. “They’re so intent on their work, they don’t notice anything unless it interferes with their mission.”

“I could cut you some leaves,” Rajiv offered.

“Are you crazy?” Howard growled.

“They all cutting leaves,” Rajiv said. “They will think I one of them.”

“Give it a try,” Gregori said, “but be careful.”

Rajiv moved quietly down the hill and joined J.L. behind the pile of rocks. He leaned close to whisper in J.L.’s ear, and J.L. nodded.

The villagers never looked in their direction, just kept working.

Rajiv eased out from behind the rocks, then walked quickly toward the field. He turned into the first row, pulled his knife from his belt, and started cutting leaves.

None of the villagers looked at him.

He dumped a handful of leaves into the nearest basket, then went back to work. He cut off a branch of leaves and slipped it under his shirt.

“Shit,” Gregori whispered.

“What?” Abigail asked.

He pointed at two men with rifles who were walking along the rows toward the north end of the field where Rajiv was working. They reached the end of the field and turned to watch the villagers.

Rajiv glanced over his shoulder at them, then looked at J.L. He bent over and started cutting more leaves.

“I should teleport you out of here,” Gregori whispered.

“Don’t you dare.” Abigail pulled her arm from his grip.

Another gong sounded.

The villagers slipped their knives back into their belts and turned south. They moved quietly down the rows. The men picked up the baskets and carried them.

Rajiv hesitated.

One of the guards shouted at him.

He turned south and moved slowly.

The guard shouted again.

He dropped his leaves in the basket, then picked it up and walked down the row like the other villagers.

J.L. glanced back at the rest of the team on the crest of the hill. He pointed at a thicket of trees to the south and mouthed the word teleport.

Gregori was tempted to whisk Abigail back to base camp, but he knew she’d be furious if he decided what she wasn’t allowed to do, so he teleported her to the spot J.L. had pointed to. Russell materialized with Howard.

They were now at the south end of the field, and from here, Gregori could see the gong. The large brass circle was sitting on a red lacquered table. There were three guards there, and they were busy filling wooden cups with a dark liquid and setting them on the table.

The villagers approached and dumped the contents of their baskets into a large brass bin. Each one was handed a cup. They drank, then turned and went back to work.

“That must be what’s sustaining them,” Abigail whispered. “Instead of food.”

Rajiv was last in line. His eyes widened at the sight of one of the guards, and he ducked his head. He dumped his basketful of leaves into the bin, then accepted the cup.

“Don’t drink the Kool-Aid,” Gregori muttered.

A guard yelled at Rajiv. He turned away, still holding the cup. The guard strode toward him and yanked him around.

The guard stiffened. “You!”

Rajiv glared at him. “Sawat! Why you here? I thought you still in San Francisco, looking for your balls.”

J.L. winced. “We’ve run into Sawat before. I’ll grab Rajiv and we’ll all teleport back to base—”

Russell zoomed down the hill and pointed his rifle at Sawat. “Where is Master Han?”

Another guard grabbed Rajiv and pressed a knife to his neck. The cup tumbled to the ground.

“Dammit.” J.L. teleported behind the guard and smashed the butt of his pistol against his head. As the guard crumpled to the ground, J.L. grabbed hold of Rajiv. “We teleport now!”

“No!” Russell cocked his rifle and yelled at Sawat, “Where is Master Han?”

Sawat shouted something in Chinese. A guard drummed on the gong till the air vibrated with the metallic sound. The villagers turned and drew their knives.

“Master Han, Master Han,” they chanted as they advanced on Russell.

“Holy crap.” Howard raced down the hill and grabbed Russell.

Gregori pulled Abigail close. She was trembling.

“Teleport!” J.L. shouted, then he vanished with Rajiv.

Gregori teleported back to the beach with Abigail. J.L. and Rajiv were there.

“In here.” J.L. rushed inside the cave and lit one of the kerosene lamps.

Gregori led Abby into the cave and winced at how pale and frightened she looked.

“Where’s Russell and Howard?” she asked, then spun toward the cave entrance when the two men strode inside.

J.L. stalked toward the ex-Marine. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Russell’s eyes narrowed. “I’m going to find Master Han.”

“And what?” J.L. yelled. “If you had learned his location, would you have taken off and left Howard behind? We don’t work that way!”

“I can take care of myself,” Howard growled.

“Hey!” Gregori interrupted. “Our first priority is keeping Abigail safe.”

“Exactly.” J.L. took a deep breath. “We keep her safe, find her plants, and get the hell out.” He glared at Russell. “That is the full extent of our mission.”

“I have her plant.” Rajiv pulled out the branch from under his shirt and handed it to Abigail.

“This is it! The Demon Herb.” She fumbled in her backpack for a plastic bag. “Thank you, Rajiv.”

Gregori wondered why Master Han was collecting so much of the Demon Herb.

“Excellent work, Rajiv,” J.L. said. “Let’s move on to the next base. Everybody, pack your essentials. Don’t worry about sleeping bags. The other base is already supplied. Howard, keep watch outside.”

“Will do.” Howard lumbered outside and jammed the bamboo door back over the entrance.

“I’m going to stay here,” Russell said quietly.

“No.” J.L. stuffed his clothes into his backpack. “We need all three Vamps in order to teleport the others.”

“Master Han is close,” Russell insisted. “We have to take him out.”

“We’re not risking Abigail’s life so you can avenge yourself,” Gregori said.

“What about the whole village he’s enslaved?” Russell asked.

“We’ll come back later,” J.L. said.

“I want him now!” Russell shouted. “That bastard stole thirty-nine years of my life! By the time I made it home, my parents were dead, my brother was dead, and my wife had declared me dead and remarried.”

Abigail winced. “I’m so sorry.”

He dragged a hand through his short hair. “My daughter, she was just a baby when I left for Vietnam. She died two years ago at the age of forty from breast cancer. I never got to see her. So yes, I want revenge. When I get my hands on Master Han, I’m going to rip his heart out and stuff it down his throat!”

“Hey,” Howard called through the bamboo door. “You guys need to see this.”

They filed outside.

Fires from torches lit the south side of the lake.

“Is it the villagers?” Abigail asked.

“I don’t think so.” Gregori watched as the newcomers planted the torches into the ground. “They’re all young men. And they got here too fast.”

“How did they know where to find us?” she asked.

“Good question,” Howard grumbled.

More and more torches were planted along the beach till the south side of the lake was well illuminated. Firelight gleamed off the gray karsts, making them gleam like silver daggers pointed at the sky. The men were dressed in white uniforms with red sashes around their waists and across their brows.

“I think they’re soldiers from Master Han,” Russell said.

Abigail sidled up close to Gregori, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “They didn’t bring any boats, so we’re safe for the moment.”

“We’re not staying.” J.L. moved toward the cave entrance, then froze. “What the—”

Abigail gasped.

A group of soldiers leaped high in the air and landed, each one perched on top of a karst. More soldiers advanced toward the lake, leaping from one karst to another. Their leaps were high enough that some did somersaults in the air before landing on top of the stone stalagmites. Some of the karsts were pointed on top, and the soldiers balanced on them with ease.

She pressed a hand to her chest. “That doesn’t seem humanly possible.”

“Chiang-shih,” Rajiv whispered.

“Vampires,” J.L. translated.

They were all vampires? Gregori swallowed hard. There had to be a hundred of them.

“That explains how they found us,” Russell muttered. “They’re able to hear our beacon.”

“I don’t hear anything,” Abigail said.

“Only vampires can hear this frequency.” Russell yanked the electronic gadget from its hiding place near the cave entrance and stomped his boot on it.

More of the chiang-shih hopped from stone to stone, then they leaped even higher, flying through the air to perch on top of the bamboo trees on the east side of the lake. The bamboo stalks swayed back and forth like pendulums, arcs ever widening until they dipped down to the water and deposited the soldiers on the surface of the lake.

They didn’t sink.

“Oh shit.” Gregori steered Abigail toward the cave. “Get your backpack. We’re going.”

“They walk on water?” Rajiv asked.

“I think they’re levitating,” J.L. said. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Inside the cave, Gregori slipped on his backpack while Abigail put on hers. He’d never been to the other base, so he would have to rely on the beacon. He wrapped his arms around her, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

“Do you hear it?” J.L. asked. “It’s two fast beeps, then a long one.”

“Got it.” He gave Abigail a squeeze. “We’ll be all right, sweetheart.”

She nodded and linked her fingers behind his neck.

Everything went black.