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not going anywhere' line when I slipped into focus. Instead of lunging at my arms, the bartender was lazily reaching at them. I could even pick out the swirl of red in the beer, refusing to mix no matter how it tried. I slapped both of the brute's hands away and grabbed him by the lapel, dragging him easily over the bar top. By the time the few other patrons could protest, I already had him slammed against the opposite wall.
I wanted to question him, ask him to confirm what I thought was in the beer, but there was no time. The door that led downstairs into the cellar exploded off of it's hinges. Through the cloud of splinters and dust, malignant shapes moved in the darkness.
Chapter 7 Blood
"Yew shoulda drank the beer, missy," the barkeep cackled. As much as I would have loved to beat him down then and there, I had more important problems as the shapes blurred out of the cloud of dust. They were vampires, alright, and more than just two or three. There were enough that I didn't even bother to make a rough count and neither did anyone else. My earbud came to life from eight sides as I turned towards the swarm bearing down on me.
"There be yon -"
"Who's got eyes on -"
"I'm burning tread -"
"Remember to ussse the wood -"
"I sense six human minds -"
"I'm goin' in -"
"We're calling in PART -"
All that meant nothing, unfortunately, as the first one was on me in a split second. Even in that moment, as time lazily crept into my perception, I could see notable differences between these creatures and the one Archer and I had already laid to rest. The corpse itself was somewhat better preserved, though if that was intentional or a matter of life outside of the sewer, I couldn't say. There was still the red haze to the eyes, but there was still something akin to human in the gaze and the movement of the head. These ones could think, a fact that spelled nothing but trouble for us and the city.
Case in point: instead of trying to immediately grapple and drain my blood, this vampire, dressed in military gear, led off with a quick double shot from the pistol that had been at his side. Push powers I could handle fine; bullets were always potentially lethal, even with the improved armor of the new uniforms. Only amplified reflexes let me dodge the shots, which gouged into the wood behind me. Barkeep McCreepy cried out as splinters scratched his flesh.
The monster ditched the sidearm as he closed, giving me a brief opening to snatch the chair from a nearby table. I was thankful for the pub's rich history and original wooden decor as I brought the chair around in a baseball swing, blasting it to pieces along the vampire's left side. Though it didn't seem as effective as impaling it with wood, the undead thing howled in pain and was driven into the wall. The chair, sadly, was no more, save for the two jagged table legs in my hand. A moment later, there was only one left in my hand; the other sheathed in the corpse's heart.
As I turned to face the onrush of undead, there was something else that was at the tip of my mind but it would have to wait. There was no time for thought as the vampires streamed out into the bar and into the Atlanta night, even as Hexagon made a brand new plus-size entrance in the side of the bar facing the street. What pleased me even more than the sight of my favorite six-armed mangling machine was that there was a dome of frosty stone making a solid barrier outside the hole Hex had just made. Ever since Washington, that team combo had become a favorite of Ex and Meds and it always served us well.
"Containment is our top priority, team," Ex reminded over the coms. "We're sealed in until we have a pile of staked bodies."
"Land's sake, there's a ton of 'em!" Hex's exclamation was right by me as I heard him stereo over the coms. Three had bee-lined for him as he burst in, more swarmed past. A few that had initially made for the door rerouted towards the
I wanted to question him, ask him to confirm what I thought was in the beer, but there was no time. The door that led downstairs into the cellar exploded off of it's hinges. Through the cloud of splinters and dust, malignant shapes moved in the darkness.
Chapter 7 Blood
"Yew shoulda drank the beer, missy," the barkeep cackled. As much as I would have loved to beat him down then and there, I had more important problems as the shapes blurred out of the cloud of dust. They were vampires, alright, and more than just two or three. There were enough that I didn't even bother to make a rough count and neither did anyone else. My earbud came to life from eight sides as I turned towards the swarm bearing down on me.
"There be yon -"
"Who's got eyes on -"
"I'm burning tread -"
"Remember to ussse the wood -"
"I sense six human minds -"
"I'm goin' in -"
"We're calling in PART -"
All that meant nothing, unfortunately, as the first one was on me in a split second. Even in that moment, as time lazily crept into my perception, I could see notable differences between these creatures and the one Archer and I had already laid to rest. The corpse itself was somewhat better preserved, though if that was intentional or a matter of life outside of the sewer, I couldn't say. There was still the red haze to the eyes, but there was still something akin to human in the gaze and the movement of the head. These ones could think, a fact that spelled nothing but trouble for us and the city.
Case in point: instead of trying to immediately grapple and drain my blood, this vampire, dressed in military gear, led off with a quick double shot from the pistol that had been at his side. Push powers I could handle fine; bullets were always potentially lethal, even with the improved armor of the new uniforms. Only amplified reflexes let me dodge the shots, which gouged into the wood behind me. Barkeep McCreepy cried out as splinters scratched his flesh.
The monster ditched the sidearm as he closed, giving me a brief opening to snatch the chair from a nearby table. I was thankful for the pub's rich history and original wooden decor as I brought the chair around in a baseball swing, blasting it to pieces along the vampire's left side. Though it didn't seem as effective as impaling it with wood, the undead thing howled in pain and was driven into the wall. The chair, sadly, was no more, save for the two jagged table legs in my hand. A moment later, there was only one left in my hand; the other sheathed in the corpse's heart.
As I turned to face the onrush of undead, there was something else that was at the tip of my mind but it would have to wait. There was no time for thought as the vampires streamed out into the bar and into the Atlanta night, even as Hexagon made a brand new plus-size entrance in the side of the bar facing the street. What pleased me even more than the sight of my favorite six-armed mangling machine was that there was a dome of frosty stone making a solid barrier outside the hole Hex had just made. Ever since Washington, that team combo had become a favorite of Ex and Meds and it always served us well.
"Containment is our top priority, team," Ex reminded over the coms. "We're sealed in until we have a pile of staked bodies."
"Land's sake, there's a ton of 'em!" Hex's exclamation was right by me as I heard him stereo over the coms. Three had bee-lined for him as he burst in, more swarmed past. A few that had initially made for the door rerouted towards the
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