The Riverview Park and Zoo was less than a quarter mile down Water Street. And yes, they had wolves. Two of them. Whenever Charlie and I came by on a late-night run, they were always up, padding their cells, restless to join us on the hunt. They would have been disappointed. We never killed anything larger than mosquitoes. But tonight was different. We were hunting an injured vampire.
I took off. I’d been infected much longer than Charlie. Even though we’d been drinking human blood for about the same length of time, my transmission had a few extra gears. I wanted to arrive first, just in case there really was trouble. By the time he caught up, I was standing outside the wolf pen. It was empty. The chain links of the outer fence and the taller, inner fence had been ripped apart. The smell of vampire blood was in the air. I ran my fingers over the torn metal. I couldn’t make sense of this. If a vampire was injured, why would it mess with two wolves?
“Why would someone do this?”
Charlie shrugged. “Like I’m supposed to know?” He nodded toward a hole in the ground. “One of the posts is missing.”
We heard another howl. And a squeal.
“That way,” Charlie said, nodding past the animal cages to a play area full of monkey bars and swing sets. He bolted. I got swept up in his turbulence. We passed a goat and donkey pen—they were bleating as if the world were going to end. Then we entered the kids’ park. Every animal in the zoo was awake by this time. It sounded like the inside of Noah’s ark. Then I saw the two wolves. They were dead. Both had deep rows of gashes along their flanks, as if they’d been run over several times by a lawn mower. I scanned the ground looking for footprints, then sniffed at the air to try to find any trace of where the vampire had gone. With so much blood everywhere, I couldn’t tell what was what. My senses were on overload.
“He’s definitely gone bonkers?” Charlie said. He had to raise his voice over the sound of the buffaloes, which were sounding off like a pair of foghorns.
I surveyed the mess and nodded. Most vampires hid their tracks. This one was advertising, a sure sign of Endpoint Psychosis. Whoever it was, Vlad or someone else, we had to catch him quickly or he might easily start the kind of pandemic you only saw in bad Hollywood horror films.
Charlie slapped my arm gently with the back of his hand, then flicked his fingers toward the edge of the park. “The prints lead that way.”
The children’s area was a sandlot. I could see a pair of boot markings—the same from the riverbank—leading past a tube slide to a set of steps that ran down the hill. The river was that way. As we were following the tracks, I heard the sound of sirens approaching.
“Hurry,” Charlie said.
I took off at warp speed, following the blood trail to the bottom of the stairs. Then I slowed. I’m not sure why. Was it fear? Or perhaps a deeper instinct. Trouble was waiting ahead. The hairs on my arms were standing up, and the eerie chill I’d felt at the rave returned—as if I was being watched. Charlie was right on my heels. As I slowed, so did he. We crept along the path, then I felt his hand on my back. I flattened out on the ground so I was hidden in the long grass. Ahead, by the riverbank, we could see the silhouette of a man.
“Who is it?” Charlie whispered. “Can you see?”
I couldn’t. He was about a hundred meters away, and the light of the moon was behind him, so his face was just a shadow. His hair was long. A mix of black and white and gray. He was wearing what might have been a cape, or maybe a long overcoat. As we watched, the man dropped to a crouch and looked back in our direction. By his movements, I could tell it was a vampire.
“It doesn’t look like Vlad,” Charlie said.
He was right. Vlad was short and thick with a neck like an ox. This man was taller. Leaner. This should have brought me some relief, but it didn’t. Maybe because the vampire had the missing fence post—the one from the wolf pen—and was holding it like a baseball bat. He began to circle, his eyes scanning the grass where we were hiding. The trees to our right were suddenly looking like a much safer place to hide.
“I think he can see us,” Charlie said. “What do we do?”
I didn’t know. But if we didn’t make up our minds soon, we were going to run out of choices. The vampire would decide for us. His eyes were still searching the shadows. Then he started toward us, first at a jog, then a sprint. I felt my stomach twist. Suddenly a shadow shot out of the darkness. It froze the air in my chest. I’d never seen anything move so quickly. I took it from Charlie’s reaction, he hadn’t either. He jumped as if I’d jammed a pin in his ribs. I wasn’t even certain how the thing was running, on two legs or four. There wasn’t time to tell. Whatever it was, it collided with the approaching vampire about a stone’s throw in front of us. The two shapes rolled over the top of one another in a blur. A lethal dance started that was so quick, even my vampire eyes had difficulty following it.
“What is that thing?” Charlie asked, his eyes open wider than his mouth.
I couldn’t decide what it was. It might have been another vampire, but it seemed too large, and the shape was wrong. Had I been able to see it more clearly, I might have been able to make up my mind, but it was moving too quickly. The vampire with the post was swinging for the fences as if this were game seven of the World Series. They were two overlapping ghosts. Snarling shapes that were impossible to separate.
I started creeping back to the stairs. Charlie was right behind me. We were way out of our league here. It was time to run. Then the fight ended. I don’t even know how. I glanced up the hill toward the zoo and missed the grand finale. There was a splash in the river. When I looked back, the vampire was gone. The larger creature from the shadows craned his neck and let out a roar that would have scared the ears off a Kodiak bear.
“I think that’s our cue,” Charlie whispered.
As soon as he spoke, the thing turned and saw us.
Charlie froze. I didn’t. I was the Night Runner. My feet were already moving. I grabbed an armful of his coat and hauled him back toward the steps. If we didn’t slip it into overdrive, we were going to be next on the menu. We bolted up the steps. Ahead, at the zoo, the red and blue lights of police cars were reflecting off the leaves of the trees and sumac along the hill.
Charlie slowed when he saw them. “Are you sure you want to go that way?”
I wasn’t sure about anything, but it seemed the safest place to go, and I said so.
“I don’t think I’d feel safe in a bank vault right now,” Charlie said.
The sound of soft footfalls behind us was all the motivation we needed. So we fled up the stairs in the direction of the police.