Blood Bound (Mercy Thompson #2)(49)
Author: Patricia Briggs

Abruptly, he pulled away from the window and dropped out of sight. I listened, but I couldn’t hear anything. After a long while, I accepted that he was gone.

I wasn’t going to be able to sleep on that bed though, not unless I pulled it away from the window. My head was throbbing from lack of sleep and I staggered into the bathroom and got out some aspirin and gulped them down.

I stared at myself in the mirror, looking pale and colorless in the darkness.

"Well," I said. "Now you know where he is, why aren’t you out tracking him?"

I sneered at my cowardly face, but some of the effect was lost in the darkness so I reached over and flipped the light switch.

Nothing happened.

I flipped it twice more. "Stupid trailer." The breakers often switched off on their own  –  someday I was going to have to rewire the trailer.

The breaker box was on the other side of the trailer, past the big windows in the living room and the smaller one in the kitchen. The one in the kitchen didn’t have a curtain.

"Fearless vampire hunter my aching butt," I muttered, knowing I was too thoroughly spooked to go and reset the breaker unarmed. Stalking out of the bathroom, I opened the gun safe. I left the pistols in favor of the Marlin 444 rifle which I loaded with silver-though I didn’t know if the silver would do any more harm to a vampire than regular lead. They certainly wouldn’t do less.

At any rate, the Marlin would give me enough confidence to go back to sleep.

I shoved the finger-long bullets into the gun impatiently. If those things could stop an elephant, I had to believe they’d make a vampire sit up and take notice too.

I knew I shouldn’t turn on the bedroom light. In the unlikely event that Littleton was still here, it would ruin my night vision and it would silhouette me in the light, making me a good target if Littleton the vampire and sorcerer decided to use a gun-unlikely considering how much he’d enjoyed killing that poor maid slowly. I wasn’t enough of a threat to deprive him of that much fun.

I hit the bedroom switch next to the bathroom door, anyway. Nothing happened. The bedroom and the bathroom were on different circuits, they couldn’t both be thrown at the same time. Had Littleton cut the power to the trailer?

I was still staring at the switch when someone screamed Samuel’s name. No, it wasn’t just anyone screaming-it was me. Except that I hadn’t screamed again.

I jacked a shell into the Marlin and tried to take comfort from its familiar weight and the knowledge that Littleton couldn’t come in.

"Little wolf, little wolf, let me come in." The whisper filled my room, I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

Breathing hard through my nose to control my panic, I knelt on the bed and looked cautiously out the window, but I couldn’t see anything.

"Yes, Mercy?" Samuel’s voice this time, light and playful. "Sweet Mercy. Come out and play, Mercedes Thompson." He had Samuel’s voice down cold, too. Where had he heard Samuel speak?

Something scratched down the side of my trailer, next to the window, grating with the unmistakable sound of bending metal. I scrambled away and aimed the Marlin, waiting for his shadow to pass in front of the window.

"Little wolf, little wolf, come out, come out wherever you are." Warren ‘s voice this time. Then he screamed, a roaring sound of pain beyond bearing.

I had no doubt that Warren had made those noises, but I hoped he wasn’t making them right outside my trailer. I hoped he was safe at Adam’s house.

It was a good thing that he’d started with my voice-if I’d believed Warren was screaming outside my trailer I’d never have been able to stay inside. Where it was safe. Maybe.

The last of Warren ‘s cries subsided, but Littleton wasn’t finished with me yet. He tapped his way along the wall that was the end of the trailer. There was a window in that wall too, but I didn’t see any sign of him, though it sounded as though he was tapping on the glass again.

He can’t come in, I reminded myself silently, but I still flinched as the metal siding of my home shrieked and the trailer rocked a little. Then there was a brief silence.

He resumed his tapping, though it sounded more like banging now. Each time he hit the walls, both my home and I jerked. He continued around to the back, the sounds he made changing as he hit the bathroom wall. One of the tiles fell off the shower stall and shattered.

I kept the Marlin aimed toward him, but I kept my finger off the trigger. I couldn’t see where I was shooting, and my neighbors’ houses were well in range of the Marlin. Even if I managed not to kill any of them, shooting a gun would be bound to draw their attention. My nice neighbors wouldn’t stand a chance against a vampire, especially not this vampire.

As far as my other, tougher neighbors were concerned… I was a little surprised the noise Littleton was making hadn’t attracted them already. Still, Adam’s house was well insulated. They might not hear Littleton ‘s voice well enough to worry about it, but a gun shot would bring them running.

Werewolves and sorcerers were a bad combination, though, according to Uncle Mike. I believed him-which is why I hadn’t tried calling for help. I was beginning to think that Littleton really couldn’t come in. He could scare me, but he couldn’t come in and hurt me unless I invited him in.

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," I muttered.

He banged the wall again and I jumped. Seconds passed, a minute, then two and nothing happened. No screams, no bangs, no ripping siding-how was I going to explain that to my insurance company?

"Yes, Ma’am," I tried out. "This vampire queen asked me to hunt a vampire and demon combo. He found out somehow and it ticked him off so he ripped the siding off my house."

I sat down in the middle of my floor with the gun under my arm. "I guess I’ll have to fix it myself. I wonder how much siding costs. And whatever else he damaged out there."

I couldn’t remember if I’d gotten Medea inside before I went to bed. I usually did, but I’d been so tired… As soon as I got my courage up again, I’d go out and make sure Medea was sleeping in Samuel’s room where she preferred to spend the night. I could call Andre-but…

My shoulders were stiff from the tension and I leaned my head to the side, stretching. Suddenly the floor underneath the carpet bent upwards with a tremendous noise. I sprang to my feet and shot my floor while it was still vibrating. I might not be super strong, but I am fast. I shot twice more in rapid succession. Then I waited, staring at the holes in my floor and the powder marks on my cream-colored Berber carpet.

Something moved in one of the holes and I jumped back, shooting again as several small objects were forced through holes that they were too large for. A moment later I heard a car door slam in my driveway and a German engine purred to life, a BMW like Littleton had been driving at the hotel. He drove off, not in a hurry, just another driver out on the road, and I stared at the four, misshapen, blood-covered, silver slugs he’d given back to me.