Kerrelyn Sparks: Vampire Mine

“But if they come for you tonight, ye’ll go?”

The thought of leaving Connor brought tears to her eyes. “I guess.”

“That was why ye wanted to be with me last night. Ye thought it was our last chance?”

She blinked away the tears and nodded. “I will always love you, Connor.”

“Time to go,” Angus announced.

Connor pulled her tight in a fierce hug, then everything went black.

Connor eased forward and peered around a tree. Casimir and a small group of his minions were at the base of Mount Rushmore on a small stage. In front of them, aluminum bleachers ascended a hill to the lookout terraces and buildings that housed gift shops and restaurants for tourists.

He spotted Corky and her cameraman midway up the hill on the first lookout terrace. Below her, people sat on the bleachers. Some were Malcontents holding knives. Others were mortal, and by the blank looks on their faces, he assumed they were all under vampire mind control.

He moved quietly past Casimir’s inept guards, then dashed back to Angus and the first team.

“Hostages,” he whispered. “About fifty-five mortals. Sitting on bleachers, eleven to each row. Behind each row of mortals, there’s a row of Malcontents, armed with knives.”

Emma winced. “If we attack, they’ll start killing the mortals.”

“Casimir is surrounded by five bodyguards,” Connor continued. “There are three guards on this side just inside the woods, and probably a few more on the other side. We should take out them out first.”

Angus nodded. “Jean-Luc, take three men and teleport to the other side. Kill any guards over there. Quietly.”

“Got it.” Jean-Luc motioned for Dougal, Ian, and Phineas to follow him. The four men sped up the hill.

“I’ll surrender to Casimir,” Roman whispered.

Angus flinched. “Nay.”

“I’m the one he wants the most,” Roman argued. “I’ll offer myself if he lets the mortals go. It’ll buy us some time till the second team arrives, and if we can get the hostages released, then our guys can attack.”

Angus sighed. “We’ll do that as a last resort. First, let’s get rid of the guards.”

“I’ll show you where they are,” Connor whispered as he pulled a dagger from the sheath beneath his knee sock.

He weaved through the woods back toward the monument. Angus, Emma, Roman, and Marielle moved alongside him. He stopped when he spotted the three guards.

A twig snapped beneath Marielle’s foot, and the guards turned toward them. She hit them with a blast of air, but it barely knocked them back a few feet.

Connor noted the shocked look on her face before he threw his dagger. It thudded into the heart of the first guard, turning him to dust.

Before the second guard could yell out a warning, the third one snapped his neck and plunged a knife into his heart.

Angus froze, his arm raised and ready to throw his dagger.

The third guard dropped his knife and held up his hands. “Don’t kill me,” he whispered in heavily accented English. “I am Stanislav.”

“Aye.” Angus lowered his arm. “What can ye tell us?”

“Casimir thinks you will surrender to save mortals.” Stan looked them over, frowning. “Is all the men you have?”

“Nay,” Angus said.

Stan nodded. “Casimir make big mistake. He set Malcontents behind mortals to slit throats, but last row is all Malcontents. We teleport behind them—”

“And take out the whole row at once. Good plan.” Angus removed his cell phone from his sporran. “I’ll text the plan to Jean-Luc, and see if they’ve finished off the guards.”

While Angus waited for a reply, Connor turned to Marielle. “What happened to yer blast?” he whispered.

She winced. “I’m afraid I’m losing my power.”

She was becoming human. And far too vulnerable to be here. “Stay here in the woods,” he told her.

“The other side is ready. Let’s go.” Angus motioned for his team to follow.

Connor glanced back to make sure Marielle was staying put. She lifted a hand in a halfhearted wave.

They moved up the hill to be even with the last row of bleachers. A flash of light came from the woods on the other side. Jean-Luc and his group were ready.

With their swords drawn, the Vamps teleported behind the last row of Malcontents and stabbed them all through the chest.

Casimir and his bodyguards yelled, and the rest of his army faced the Vamps with weapons drawn. The mortals sat eerily still and facing front, their minds still under control.

“Drop your weapons!” Casimir yelled at them. “Drop them or I start killing mortals!”

The Vamps hesitated.

One of Casimir’s bodyguards pointed at Stanislav. “Traitor!”

Casimir’s eyes narrowed. He held his left arm close to his chest, bent at a strange angle with a glove on his left hand, but with his other arm, he motioned to another bodyguard. The guard casually walked up to the bleachers and slit a mortal’s throat.

Connor cursed silently.

“Do I need to kill another?” Casimir asked.

Roman dropped his sword with a clatter. “I surrender. It’s me you want. Let the mortals go.”

Casimir smirked. “I’ll let a mortal go for each one of you who dies.”

Connor glanced at his watch. The second team would arrive in a few minutes. They needed to stall. They’d killed off more than a dozen of Casimir’s men, but he still had forty more.

“I doona believe ye’ll let any of the mortals go,” Angus shouted.

“I’ll prove it.” Casimir pointed at Roman. “After I kill you, I’ll let the first one go.”

“Agreed.” Roman walked slowly down the steps toward the stage.

Casimir grinned and glanced up at Corky. “Be sure to get this recorded. I want to watch Roman’s death every night.”

“Will do, sweetheart!” Corky yelled back.

Roman reached the stage.

“Check him for weapons,” Casimir ordered.

Two of his bodyguards frisked Roman and found two knives, which they tossed onto the stage.

Casimir snorted. “Did you think you were going to kill me, monk? You were always a weakling.” He motioned to his guards. “Bring him closer. Make sure he’s facing the camera.”

The guards dragged Roman over to Casimir.

Connor checked his watch. Bugger. Still two minutes to go. He caught Angus’s eye and motioned with his head toward the stage.

Angus nodded.

Connor teleported to the stage along with Angus, and they killed two bodyguards.

Casimir clutched Roman with his gloved hand and moved Roman in front of him as a shield. “Kill three mortals!”

Three Malcontents in the bleachers slit the throats of their captives. The remaining mortals still sat there, expressionless.

“Drop your weapons, or I’ll kill three more!” Casimir shouted.

Connor and Angus tossed their swords on the stage. A group of Malcontents ran up onto the stage. Some grabbed their swords and took their weapons, while others seized them and pinned their arms behind their backs.

Casimir smiled. “Angus and Connor. Thank you for joining us. Now I can record myself killing you when I’m done with Roman.” With his good arm, he put a knife to Roman’s throat. “Are you recording, Corky?”

Corky screamed as her cameraman suddenly fell off the balcony and plummeted twenty feet to the next level.

Connor spotted Marielle slipping back behind a tree. She must have blasted enough air to make the cameraman fall.

Corky levitated down to her fallen cameraman. “You stupid fool!” She whipped out a knife and stabbed him, turning him to dust. “How dare you fail our king!”

She picked up the camera and grinned. “It’s still working, sweetheart!”