The wind picked up sharply, and Trip stepped out of nothingness. His nose was bleeding and he favored one side, but he looked like a man on a mission. He didn't even acknowledge Jonah's presence as he walked up to the 49er and pushed the nails further into his heart with his boot. The vampire screamed even further.
“Trip, I hit him with the silver, but he didn't hollow out,” said Jonah. “Why hasn't it worked?”
“The 49er is unique,” said Trip with no emotion. “A vampire who is formerly an Eleventh Percenter. You have to neutralize both of his natures simultaneously.”
“I don't have any ethereal steel blades!” said Jonah. “I can't stab him with my baton!”
“Don't concern yourself with it, Rowe.”
Trip reached into his own pocket and pulled out two more Mason jars. He uncapped one and point
