Blood Will Fall: Tales of a Vampire Hunter

Chapter 22

The Mustang raced through to city until it reached the surrounding suburbs. Ciara guided Sarah to their destination. The night was pretty with all the stars blanketing the sky, but they couldn't focus on the beauty of the night. Ciara's ankle throbbed as it swelled twice its size. Her pale flesh turned a purple around the lower part of her leg. She winced with every sharp turn, every bump and pothole that the car hit. Sarah held on to Ciara's hand trying to provide comfort. The pain subdued a little as Ciara felt the warmth of Sarah's palm.

"We are almost most there," Ciara said as she gripped Sarah's hand tighter as the car hit a speed bump. "Fuck!" she snapped as the pain up ran her leg to her mid back. "Watch it!"

"Do you want to drive?" Sarah responded. "I mean I could just pull over." She slowed the car down as she ran over another speed bump.

Ciara's body flinched. "That was better. Take the next right and try not to make my ankle fly out of the window.

"You are so bitchy when you are in pain," Sarah said as her eyes rolled.

The wheels squeaked as the car slid into the driveway. Ciara's busted ankle could not support her weight. So, Ciara wrapped her arm around Sarah's shoulder as the two women walked and dragged themselves to the front door. Sarah assaulted the door with the bombardment of loud knocks and yelling for help. The door remained closed as the owner ignored their pleas.

"Sambuca!" Ciara hollered. "Open the fucking door."

The door flew open. "Come in," Sambuca ordered. He would assess the situation when the women were safely in his home. Sarah guided Ciara to the couch and plopped down her friend. Sambuca noticed swollen discolored ankle. "What happened?"

"We were attacked by some crazy bitch," Sarah explained.

"Could you be a little less specific?" Sambuca displaying his century old wit.

"It was Madison," Ciara said between gasps and scowls. "She kinda messed up your car."

"What?" His bloomed voice sent vibrations through the house. He ran out the door and laid eyes on his vehicle. "My carrrrrrrrr!" He yelled as he saw the dents, scratches and finger holes in the trunk. He walked back into the house. He slammed and locked the door and confronted the two. "What in the hell?"

"Geez," Sarah said trying to prevent a screaming match. "We got other shit to worry about, like her fucking ankle that is as big as a soccer ball. We need to get her to the hospital."

"No," Sambuca answered. "You did the right thing bring her here." He kneeled in front of the couch and took hold of Ciara's ankle. He applied pressure to assessed her injury.

"Fuck!" Ciara cursed and slapped him across the face. "That hurt!"

"I bet it does," he replied. The blow to the face had no effect on him. "It feels like a clean break, but it can still heal. "You," pointing his finger at Sarah," go in the frig and get me the large glass jar labeled W.O.G."

She didn't question. She ran into the kitchen torn open the door to the frig and took out the jar and returned to the living room. He opened the jar and a pungent aroma filled the room.

"Holy fuck!" Sarah's voice muffled as she covered her nose and mouth to protect them from the smell.

Sambuca handed the jar to Ciara. "Drink it," he ordered.

"Are you serious?" Sarah said. "It smells like fart, ass and vomit."

"Quiet!" Sambuca snapped back. "It works."

Ciara let out a deep breath and drank it down. It didn't taste good the first time and it still tasted bad. She lowered the jar from her lips. "One will never get used to that taste."