Carrie came out and got in the car. "Coming?" she asked Bobby.
"Sure, Where are we going?"
"To do some laundry."
He frowned and said "Okay."
She drove up and around the corner to a spot just up the road.
"Are we looking for a good firing position?" he said.
"Ya, one where we got a good shot at the doors of nine and ten."
"That'll be tricky," he said.
"No," she replied "I think I've got a spot.
They pulled over to the side of the road. She popped the trunk and walked to the back. Bobby lifted the heavy army surplus rucksack labelled 'Laundry' out and slung it over his shoulder. They hopped the ditch and walked into a farmers corn field and back in the direction of the motel.
"So, right on the edge of the cornfield?" Bobby asked.
"Yes," she said. "It's a little close but I think when it starts to go sideways they won't even notice."
"They'll be kind of busy," he agreed.
They stopped on the edge of the cornfield and opened the ruck. There was some laundry in it, a few towels, a large canvas groundsheet, a blanket, and an old C3 Parker Hale sniper rifle.
"You want to shoot or spot?" Carrie asked.
"Whichever," he said, taking the binoculars out of the bag.
She lay down on the right side of the ground sheet, loaded the rifle and took a look down the sights. The police were talking to her now. She was still in the doorway, but back a bit, making sure she wasn't a clear target. Bobby lay down on the left side of the groundsheet with the bag between them and he pulled the blanket over them.
"I've got eyes on," Bobby said and Carrie set the rifle down.
"Do you want the bipod?" Bobby asked, still watching the scene unfold.
"No, I can just use this little burm," she replied.
"It's getting dark."
"Ya, soon," he said.
They sat there for a few minutes while the sun stretched the shadows as far as they could. Street lights had come on in the lot of the motel. There were no lights along the road.
"You should take a look," he said.
When she looked through the sight she was very surprised at what she saw. The bikers were getting into the back of the police car. The woman was getting into one as well.
She hesitated for just a moment, and looked through the gloom of the lengthening shadows to try and find them.
"I guess I've got a promise to keep," Carrie said.
"Do we need the laundry?" Bobby asked.
"No, let's go back to the car."
They drove back around and parked in front of number 10. The bikes and car were still parked in front of the number 9. They got out of the car and looked at the setting sun. The last glimpse of the sun was peeking orange rays over the horizon.
"We have no time," Bobby said, "we have to get the super."
"That thing is going to come through the door any second," Carrie said.
"Go get him," Bobby said. He pulled his pistol and waited.
The problem was that anyone watching would see him shooting a person at close range. They would assume it was a person because it looks like a person. No one knows what will happen, well, know one else knows. It will wake up, hungry and go to the office and feed from whoever answers the bell at the desk. Likely until they are dead. They will kill the next person and it will take the keys and kill each person in every room.
Carrie comes back with Rajesh. Bobby shakes his head, wondering how she convinced him to come and he blanches as he sees Bobby's drawn pistol. Carrie drew her pistol too, and Rajesh opens the door. The go inside and there is something on the bed.
"Oh my God," Rajesh said, assuming that it was a dead body lying on the bed. Which, in a sense, is correct, but it's about to get weird.
He turns on the light and both Carrie and Bobby point their weapons at the lump under the covers.
Suddenly it sits up and the blanket falls away. A woman, slight and short sits up and smiles.
Long, blonde hair tumbles down from her head covering her naked chest. She turns and smiles, looking directly at Rajesh.
Then suddenly her naked body was out of the bed and across the room. It's teeth were deep into his throat, his blood dripping down his neck and the great ring of keys falling to the floor.
"Fire!" Carrie yelled and they squeezed rounds into the woman. It was difficult, not much to shoot at. Both Rajesh and the woman fell to the floor. They dragged her off. and back on to the bed. Carrie pulled a wooden stake and started hammering it into the vampires chest.
Bobby moved to Rajesh and started to bind his wound. Rajesh was already in shock.
"He's going to need a doctor!" Bobby said.
"Grab the other side of the blanket," she said and they lifted the body off the bed and shuffled outside. It was still 'alive' it was reaching out with it's mind.
'Let me go,' it thought, ' I have so much to give you. I know where your father is.'
Carrie stopped, for a moment she wanted to hear what it had to say.
'Let me go and I will tell you.'
"CARRIE!' Bobby yelled and she woke with her hand just above the stake in it's chest. They flipped the blanket, wrapping it over the body. from her bag she pulled a zippo and lit the edge of the blanket.
'He's going to die Carrie. Because of you. Because of you Carrie,' It thought, and then the shreik.
It wasn't a shreik of pain so much as a shreik of finality.
Bobby grabbed her hand.
"Let's get the super and take him to the hospital."
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