It was the beautiful vampire perched on top of the flaming hood, the very one who had been in his
thoughts mere moments ago.
“Frankie?”
Frankie’s eyes were wide with worry behind a new pair of glasses, as he quickly reached for Snod to
help him out of the wreck. “Are you all right?”
“I’m great,” Snod groaned, hating how easily the vampire was able to pull him out of the car and onto
his feet. He detested feeling so weak, coughing stubbornly and pushing Frankie away the moment he
felt steady enough to stand on his own.
That was a mistake.
His head spun, and he immediately teetered over, finding himself once again in the vampire’s strong
embrace.
“You need a hospital,” Frankie insisted.
“No,” Snod coughed defiantly. “I need to get out of here before the police get here.”
“Why?”
“Because I have several outstanding warrants for my arrest,” Snod hissed angrily. He saw something
leaking out of the truck and running underneath his car. He definitely smelled more gasoline. “Also, a
very large quantity of explosives in the trunk of my car. We need to move. Now.”
The vampire tracked the scene and quickly saw the danger they were in. He zipped away, carrying
Snod to a safe distance and gently setting him down. “I’ll be right back!”
“Where the fuck are you going?” Snod demanded.
“The truck driver! He’s still in there!”
Snod stared dumbly as the vampire raced over to the truck to get the driver out. He had honestly
forgotten about the other person, and was surprised by the vampire’s unexpected mercy.
The vampire brought the truck driver over to the sidewalk, gently laying him down beside Snod. He
patted the man’s shoulder, relieved as he said, “He’s unconscious, but alive.”
Snod’s head jerked toward the accident, the fire beginning to lick around the back tires of his car.
Even over the blaring horn, he could hear the wail of sirens approaching.
“We need to go. Now!”
“If you won’t let me take you to a hospital, where am I supposed to take you?” the vampire snapped.
“Anywhere but here!”
