Cursed Souls Blood, Brains & Rock'n'roll

Chapter 23 Shooting exercises

A very suspicious black van was driving down the deserted highway. And because it was night and the road was deserted, it looked even more suspicious.

"If it's the same area near the house, you can't count on Sybil and me."

"Believe it or not, I'm still hoping to fry those bastards in the house."

"Then you should have brought a flamethrower."

"And a grenade launcher will suffice."

Anna and Sofia were the only ones in the van awake.

"I think we'll be there in an hour," Anna said. "Unless, of course, I missed the right turn. You can't make out anything in this middle of nowhere."

"Do you really think they're hiding there?" Sofia asked.

"It's the most obvious option."

"And you think they're stupid enough to do that?"

"One of them's cell phone signal is coming from there. Plus, witnesses saw the car we need leave town in that direction, and the grandmother of these two "traitors to the human race," as Abraham calls them, lives around here somewhere. We stop by, pretend to be itinerant nuns, and politely ask her about her relatives."

"Politely?" Sophia asked with a wicked smile.

"Show respect for the old lady's age. If she doesn't resist much, we'll let her go."

"And if she has no idea about anything?"

"So much the worse for her," Anna said quietly and increased the speed.

"You don't look so bad, in general."

Will wasn't lying, he was just a little inaccurate. Simon didn't just look bad, he looked awful. He was paler than usual, even though it seemed impossible; his fingernails had already turned into claws that were intimidating in their length, and his pupils were represented by two small dots in the middle of his eyeballs. All in all, Simon looked like a classic vampire from horror movies whose creators hadn't skimped on good makeup artists.

"Doesh it pheally that bad?" Simon's fangs, which any average walrus would be proud of, made it difficult to speak.

"I wouldn't say so." Will made an appraising expression. Something deep inside him suggested he answer Simon using only three paws for balance, but Will shamefully pushed those thoughts away. "It would just be nice for you to have something to eat. And as soon as possible."

"Well, I tphusht you've alpheady anshwephed that queshtion?"

"Yes, of course I have. I've already spoken to Anne and arranged for her to get you some blood from a one very stubborn calf. She seems to have a personal beef with him. I didn't go into details."

"William, old shpot, a little calf ishn't going to help hephe, and you undephshtand that pephectfuly.

"At least you should have a little snack to bring you back to normal," Will said gently, scratching his mustache, which hinted strongly about the fleas that had suddenly moved in.

"It'hs not going to bphing me back to any kind of nophmal," Simon said bitterly. "I could feel evephything that makesh me a shivilished pephson shlowly disholving into my bottomlesh lake of memophy."

"Simon, I'm sorry, but we're a bit limited in the way we can feed you right now," Will apologized sincerely. "You'll see, animal blood will keep you sane. We'll find something better for you later."

"You don't even know what I'm going thphough. It'sh deep inshide me."

"What deep inside you?" Will asked.