I whirled, feeling the inhuman electricity at my again even as I heard the voice. The vampire sporting the Chuck E. Cheese costume stood behind me, his huge pretend mouse head tilted questioningly to the side. The other vampire dropped his palms from the little boy, and his gaze narrowed on my knife.
"Silver," he muttered.
The gig was once up. "Deploy!" I screamed, knowing Jeremiah would hear me, and flung the knife.
It buried into his chest to the hilt. I leapt on him in nearly the same movement, knocking him over to supply a few difficult twists of the blade. At the equal time, something heavy landed on me. And cushy. It used to be the vampire in the Chuck E. Cheese getup.
I rolled over, crunching my legs up and then kicking the vampire off me. He hit a video game tough sufficient to
