The Vampire Who Played Dead (Page 22)
I didn't want to kill her.
Especially not in front of her own mother. It was all so fucked up.
But she didn't give me much choice.
With her mother screaming behind her, Evelyn's hand went straight for my throat and squeezed with such force that my neck would have snapped or been crushed within seconds.
The angle of her body was such that I didn't have to even adjust the crossbow. As darkness rapidly approached the corners of my vision, I fired the weapon.
The next thing I noticed was the woman on the ground, kicking and clawing her chest. It was a site I'll never forget. Steam hissed from between her fingers. Her screaming mother dove on her, pulling at the silver shaft that protruded from her chest.
"My baby! My baby!" She worked the bolt with both hands as the vampire writhed and twisted and screamed.
Mrs. Perkins threw herself on her daughter, wailing and begging her to come back to her.
And that's when I turned my head and heaved until my stomach was empty.