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Mar
28
As soon as the word “regret” was out of Wolf’s mouth I quickly swung my good arm up and let go of the sword. It flew, point first, through the air and into Wolf’s chest.
The impact knocked him back against a tree and pinned him there.
He looked down at the sword then up at me and his face clouded.
“That was one of my favorite shirts,” he said, clearly annoyed.
I had known it was unlikely that I could take off his head or even puncture his heart with a thrown sword, but one can hope.
“I know a good tailor,” I replied, trying to think desperately of something to do to postpone the inevitable.
I did another quick survey of the situation. There were six of them, including Wolf, and only one of me.
Hold on a minute, I thought to myself. Six?
I distinctly recalled counting ten when I turned round from killing Brody. Where had …? A figure appeared behind one of the remaining guards, a familiar female figure, a figure that reached forward toward the guard … and then there were five.
“Stall,” she mouthed at me and headed for the next guard.
“I thought you were going to honor the ancient tradition of Vampire dispute resolution,” I said to Wolf.
One of the guards had pulled the sword out of his chest and was attempting to wipe the blood off his shirt. What a sycophant, I thought.
“I only said I liked the idea,” said Wolf.
“I suspected as much,” I said. “Do you recall that time during the French Revolution when you broke another sacred oath?”
“Louis did not keep to his end of the bargain, so I felt no compulsion to stick to mine.”
Another guard fell.
“But that wasn’t his fault,” I said. “He tried to do as he had agreed. You could have at least helped him to escape the guillotine.”
Wolf looked up from his bloody shirt and the awareness hit him that his forces were severely depleted.
“Behind you, you idiots!” he yelled and grabbed the gun from the shoulder holster of the guard who was still wiping him down.
“Don’t try it, Wolf,” rang out Francesca’s voice, “or I blow your head off.”
The remaining guards spun round, their hands reaching for their holstered guns.
“Anyone fires a shot and Wolf is the first to go,” called another voice.
The guards froze and I was amazed to see Brianna rise from the midst of a shrubbery, gun gripped in both hands like she meant business. However, I knew she had no idea how to use a gun, and if she were forced to fire then her inexperience would become manifest and what little advantage we had would be lost.
“Well, Wolf,” I said hoping to distract him before he thought up some way of turning the situation around, “It’s been real, but important matters call. So I thank you for your excellent hospitality and bid you adieu.”
I rushed into the tennis court, grabbed my shield and was out again and over by Brianna before he had replied.
“I will give you no chances next time, Caithness,” he snarled in a manner most appropriate to his name.
“Same back at ya,” I replied. “Let’s go girls.”
We backed out carefully, guns trained on Wolf and the guards until we reached the shelter of the trees, then we bolted for the fence.
Back at my house I poured celebratory glasses of blood for Brianna and Francesca.
“A successful night,” I said then took a swig. It was good blood, not the sort from the regular network deliveries, but from a special red-market supplier.
“Glad I could help you get your shield back,” said Brianna.
“I must thank you both for not only helping me recover my shield,” I said, “but for also saving my, I believe the term is ‘ass’?”
“Yup,” said Brianna, “that would be the term.”
I toasted them and then told Francesca what we had overheard from behind the couch.
“So Wolf knows about the artifact,” said Francesca. “Not surprising really when you consider that for as long as we have known him he has been after the Book of Thoth.”
“We’d better warn Brother Fidelis and Boyanna so they can increase security,” I replied.
And that was it: The adventure was over, the shield recovered and some important intelligence procured. Another average night in the life of a Vampire Knight.
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