Suburban Vampire Ragnarok

Chapter 41

Scott sped back home, calling Kitty Weems on his cell phone as he did so, not really caring that it was a safety hazard or illegal. He would just use his vampiric powers on the cop who pulled him over, much as he had done before. He may have had some ethical qualms about doing so again, but he concluded that now wasn't the time to entertain ethical quandaries.

"Hey, Kitty? It's me."

"Scott! My second favorite vampire after Jeremiah!"

"Yeah, thanks. Jeremiah isn't around, is he?"

"No, he's out riding on his motorcycle. Has he taken you for a ride on his bike yet? Because it is so cool—"

"Not now, Weems. Kitty, do you happen to have any silver bullets?"

"Why, yes, we have lots of those. They're cheaper and easier to procure than the warheads, but they're still very pricey. Why?"

"What caliber? Do you have any .45 Colt?"

"Long Colt? Actually, we have lots of that. Colt .45 seem to be the most popular load. I don't know why, maybe it's the whole 'Lone Ranger' thing, I guess."

"Also, silver daggers. Daggers that a vampire can handle. Meaning no silver in the hilt."

"Actually, I have a Scottish Dirk here. Carved bog-oak handle, very pretty. Silver-plated blade, brass hilt fittings, brass scabbard fittings, too. And, it's considered a holy weapon. I thought it would be right up your alley."

"Good enough. When do you expect Jeremiah back?"

"It could be hours."

"Good. Thanks, and don't tell him I called."

"Scott, what's this all about?"

Scott hung up without divulging any further information. It may have been rude, but he didn't have time for niceties. Besides, he was a vampire. Rudeness was the least of his sins.

Scott pulled into the driveway of the Campbell home and ran in, right past his flustered mother and into his bedroom, where there was a tall safe with a combination lock. He unlocked the safe and pulled out a closed wooden box. Placing the box on his bed, he opened it and looked upon a Smith & Wesson Model 25 revolver, with a pristine, shiny, blued finish and a six-inch barrel. The revolver was his father's, a gift he had received upon retiring from the Portland Police Bureau. Scott inherited it after his father's passing. He then started rummaging through the closet and found a leather shoulder holster. He put the holster on, placed the unloaded revolver in it, and concealed it under his long leather jacket. He then headed toward the door.

"Scott? What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"Mom, just... not now, okay?"

"Scotty, please."

Scott stopped, then embraced his mother tightly.

"I love you, Mom. Just... I'll be back, okay? I promise."

He then launched out the door, his mother calling after him.

*

"Scott is on his way," Natasha said. "I had to threaten your prize, though."

"Just so long as it's clear, we need Zed alive," Tony Knight said to the vampiress. "He's not to be harmed."