Chapter Four
Mick tried the ropes but they were secure and realized they weren't actually ropes. Some kind of sinew but with silver threads, he guessed. Applied when wet, they were cutting in tighter as they dried. Elliott was sleeping. Thank God, I don't want him seeing how helpless I am. Christ, how did this happen? I'm a vampire, for God's sake. How did they sneak up and take us prisoners?
But he knew. They had taken Elliott first. And seeing that they were about to cut his throat to keep him quiet, Mick surrendered immediately. Now they must be in some snow cave up above the Valley.
They must be some cross between Neanderthal and Cro-Magnons. How did they know he was there and how the hell did they know to put the silver in the restraints? Sure, silver was in plentiful supply in the mountains around Aspen. In fact, he and Josef had wondered if their vampire powers would be affected just by being so close to the old silver mines. But nothing had ever seemed to affect them and they all really loved Aspen and the surrounding areas.
Especially around here in the backwoods near the old ghost town of Ashcroft. Mick had heard the faint cries of the Alaskan Huskies near Krabloonik. The sled dogs picked up the scent and were howling. But these were quiet and ancient hunters. They knew no one would even think of their existence and they covered their tracks very carefully.
No, there was no hope of rescue. So what were they going to do with us?