This next chapter is in Billy's POV
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No way am I working with her, no way, no way
Billy had found his way to the bar and absentmindedly rubbed at his cheek, which was still stinging slightly where Scáthach had hit him. It had been a long time since he's been slapped so hard by a woman, and found himself smiling in spite of himself. He ordered a double whisky to indulge himself. The burning sensation ebbed away as he downed the amber liquid.
Now what to do?
He took out his phone and was seriously contemplating calling Black Hawk or Quetzalcoatl, and giving them some excuse to find him a new accomplice.
She's too bossy? True, but it makes me sound like a pushover…
She's psychotic? Well she is like a million years old…
She's gorgeous? Black hawk would love that, plus it's completely irrelevant…
Think Billy, think.
A few hours later, and several other whisky's Billy had finally formulated a plan of action. He remembered his mom once saying that "the best thing to do was to apologise, especially when you've done nothin' wrong". And this was definitely one of those cases.
He grabbed his tattered hat, and paid his tab. Took a deep breath and walked on down to their shabby little room. Billy stood outside to compose himself, and then knocked, quietly but surely.
No reply, no sounds.
That's the way it's gonna' be eh? He mused
He glanced down the hall, checking that the coast was clear before flexing his fingers and bracing them against the door. His fingers glowed deep-red for a split second and there was the smell of cayenne pepper in the air. The door clicked open effortlessly, and Billy switched on the lights.
"Listen Scá- shit" he swore.
The room was empty, he threw open the bathroom door, also empty.
"No, No,NO,NO!" he shouted out loud.
Maps gone, Scáthach gone…
Nothing had been moved or touched, except for his maps. Billy ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
Stupid girl, gonna get herself killed
The panic and adrenaline had kicked in, and he grabbed his keys (thanking whoever was up there, that she hadn't taken the car) and ran out of the room.
It took him twenty minutes to get into Mexico City, and he pulled up around the corner from the derelict flats that was now the vampire nest. It looked all the world like boarded up apartments but there was something a lot more sinister down there, Billy knew from experience.
He strapped his favourite colt double-action .41 caliber on his holster, along with two other new colt's. He slung his ammunition holster around his shoulder, grabbed a shortened wooden stake and took a steadying breath before walking cautiously up to the dark building.
There were no signs of movement inside the building, Billy wrenched off one of the planks of wood bordering it up, and stepped inside. It was the smell that hit him first.
Oh yeah definitely vamps…
The smell of old rotting flesh and meat almost gagged him. Billy pulled out his patterned red handkerchief and wrapped it around his mouth and nose before proceeding down the hall.
The floorboards creaked as he walked, his stake gripped in his right hand, colt in the left. He crept alongside the walls, hoping against hope that nothing would find him. The hall began to widen, and Billy knew from the blue prints, that he was heading for the main lobby of the old apartments.
Come on Scáthach, where are you? He thought over and over.
The main doors to the lobby where in sight as he turned a corner, the glass that had once been in place in the door was shattered, with several streaks of blood on the floor.
Brilliant…
Billy glanced quickly ahead of him, and reached out for the tattered door handle, when a shiver went down his spine.
Oh shit,
An ice cold hand caught the back of his shirt and flung him to the floor. Billy choked and coughed. The vampire stood over him and growled. He was a full grown one by the looks of it, his teeth bared and his nails bloodied. But Billy had come up against worse and won, and he wasn't prepared to be dinner just yet.
Still on the floor, Billy kicked his leg out. The vampire's legs collapsed from under him, and howled with pain as his knee caps cracked of the wooden floor. Billy jumped to his feet and elbowed the vamp in the face for good measure. The nose broke, spurting blood everywhere. Billy's steak was still in his hand and he plunged it into the vamp's chest. The vamp screamed in agony, and slumped to the floor, dead. Unfortunately the little scuffle would have alerted the other vampires of Billy's presence. He could hear hissing, and footfalls for the upper landings.
The pounding of feet was getting louder, and Billy ran down the hall away from the lobby. Putting as much distance between him and the stairs as possible. He ducked into a dark alcove, and tried to make himself as unnoticeable as possible.
I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die for a ginger.
A stupid ginger that I don't even like, great.
The pounding was getting louder, the footfalls getting closer. He heard the lobby door crashed open. It would only be a few more seconds till they reached him.
"Where are you?" Scáthach voice echoed down the hall.
Billy poked his head out from his little alcove, and pointed the colt at the source of the voice.
"Scáthach?"
Sure enough it was the red-haired warrior. Her hair was messed and there was blood on her hands and neck but she seemed relatively unharmed. Scáthach grabbed his hand and wrenched him out into the hall. The lobby door crashed open a second time, and this time dozens of vamps began pouring out, hissing and spitting.
"Time to go" said Scáthach, she barred down the hall in search of the exit. A tiny amount of light streamed in from where the doors had been boarded up. Scáthach ran up to them, and began tugging at the planks of wood but to no avail. Billy pushed her aside, and shouldered the planks. The wood heaved and grunted, but didn't move.
"Quickly" Scáthach hissed, glancing down the corridor.
"I'm trying, I can't use my aura" Billy backed away from the door, took a deep breath, and rammed his shoulder into the wood, snapping them in two. He fell out onto the cold cement of the apartment blocks. Scáthach stepped over him and ran for the car. The sun was rising rapidly so the vamps would have to think twice about following them out.
Billy hauled himself to his feet and looked around; he didn't see the vampire's hand before it wrapped itself around his neck. The vamp's nails started digging into Billy's throat, choking him. Scáthach wheeled around and drew her sword. Her sword swung down and cleaved the vampires arm in two, the hand fell back with Billy and the vampire screamed in pain, clutching what was left of his arm.
"Hurry up!" she shouted at Billy, but before Scáthach could kill the first vamp, a second female vampire grabbed hold of her belt and began to drag Scáthach back into the nest. The vampire was fast, so fast that Billy didn't see what had even happened, but Scáthach doubled over, clutching her rapidly bloodied stomach.
"No, no, no, no!" Billy shouted, he scrambled up from the dirt and drew his colt; he shot the half-armed vamp in the head, and the female in the stomach. Both dropped to the ground.
Scáthach gasped as the female vampire died, finally relinquishing her hold on her. Her face was ashy-white, and there was a pool of blood at her stomach.
"Oh no" Billy began,
"Oh no is right" Scáthach grunted through the pain.