Continued from Part 2
The bartender vamp backed up, taking her with him. But then he suddenly stopped. Tessa felt a change in him, an awareness that the tide had changed. When she peered into the shadows at the back of the restaurant, she saw more vampires sneaking up behind her would-be rescuer. When had they come back? And it looked like they’d brought friends.
Her modern day Van Helsing smiled, then pivoted, staking the nearest vampire in the chest. The creature screamed before bursting into flame, leaving nothing behind but a pile of smoldering ash. Then all hell broke loose. The bartender shoved her away and joined the fight. The instinct for self-preservation kicked into gear and Tessa dove behind the bar to take cover. From her crouched position, she heard a lot of punching, popping, and an occasional scream followed by a ‘poof’ and sizzle.
Unable to stop herself, she rose from her hiding place and peeked over the bar. VH was surrounded by angry, fang-snarling vampires. He kicked out at three in front of him while one held him in a choke hold from behind. Those odds were not good. Guess wine vamps didn’t believe in playing fair. He needed help.
Yeah, right, she thought to herself. Like you know how to fight vampires.
But she couldn’t just sit here and hide. She had to do something. Grabbing a bottle by the neck, Tessa climbed over the bar and swung it like a baseball bat, cracking the vampire holding VH over the head. The bottle shattered and he dropped like a stone.
“No!” shouted the vamptender. “That was a ‘69 Keith Richards!”
Tessa stared at the thick, red puddle spreading across the floor, so dark it was nearly black.
“Ew! You have Keith Richards’ blood in a wine bottle?”
“Had.” The vamp looked like he was going to cry. “That bottle was worth a fortune. He donated it during the Let It Bleed tour. It was primo stuff.”
“I’ll just bet it was.”
“Here!” VH shouted, shaking her out of her Rolling Stones flashback. He tossed her a grapevine stake. What, did he have a whole vineyard stashed in his coat?
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Stab them through the heart with it.”
She looked down at the twisted branch in her hand, the end carved to a razor-sharp point. “You have got to be joking.”
“Not unless you can live with air in your veins instead of blood.”