Lone Star – Chapter 11

The village didn’t have any signs. Deliah led the group in slowly, moving her hoverbike only a little faster than walking pace, a courtesy to the residents who might see group speeding toward them on bikes as a potential threat.  The walls were heavy, but not all that high- only three meters, certainly not tall enough to stop a combat robot.  Their location put them a long way from that sort of threat, so higher walls might not have been necessary.  Deliah surmised that their biggest worries in the area were predator-demons and oversize animals.  There were a few defensive towers around the perimeter, supporting decent weapons that were operated by what looked like competent gunners.

The group paused for a moment inside the large courtyard, looking around.  The buildings weren’t bad; mostly wood construction with a few cement block structures for heavier duty.  The homes were well-kept, plain and purposeful.  These were hard-working people.  One of the cement block buildings was a jail, another obviously a repair shop and hangar.  The doors were removed, and the team could see a dozen or so small vehicles inside, but nothing that would carry more than six passengers.  There were no combat vehicles anywhere.  A third building was outwardly made of wood, but Deliah’s sensors detected very heavy construction underneath the softer shell.  The home of someone either wealthy or powerful, she surmised.  It was a common thing for someone to act as a village protector, and that person would demand the nicest residence.  The villagers wouldn’t argue with someone who was keeping them safe.  Even if it was just someone with a suit of heavy armor and an energy rifle- sometimes that was all it took.

The sun had just crested the horizon, and the clouds were streaked with red and gold.  It would be a beautiful day.  Too bad we’ll have to sleep through it, Deliah thought to herself.  She turned her cycle toward the hangar, and the rest of the group followed.  At the oversize doors, she dismounted and looked inside.  Only two women were inside at that hour, working diligently on the engine of an old pick-up truck.  The elder of the two, a thin, middle-age woman in denim coveralls, turned her head at seeing someone at her door.  She motioned for the younger, a teenager who was almost as thin.  The teen wiped her hands on a rag, then walked slowly toward the door.

“Help you folks?” she asked.  Her tone indicated that she’d prefer the group go elsewhere.

“How much to keep our cycles for the day?” Deliah asked.  “We’ll be leaving at nightfall.”

The girl appraised the cycles, and the group, for a moment.  Her eyes didn’t quite meet Deliah’s when she answered.  “250 credits to keep them inside.  We’ve got a storage room with a code-lock for 600.”  She looked over the group again, nodding to Jacob.  “You don’t look like the sort of folks who have much trouble taking care of thieves.”

Deliah shook her head.  “We don’t, and we’ll be taking our gear with us.  Just the bikes, kept inside.  250 is fine.”  Deliah wasn’t going to haggle.  The bikes were all code-keyed as well, so it would be difficult for anyone to ride off with them.  And while hoverbikes were made to float, they were still heavy machines when they were turned off.  “You want hard credits, or do you have a card-reader?”

“No card reader, sorry.  Not out here.”  The girl wasn’t afraid of the group, but she was obviously uncomfortable.  The team was used to that sort of reaction out in the wilder parts of the world, though.  A group like theirs could easily be a source of big trouble.  Deliah reached under her coat and touched the small of her back, where a small compartment opened.  She pulled out a small bag of steel coins, poured five of them into her hand, then returned the bag to its compartment.  When she handed them over, the girl’s hand retreated as quickly as it could.  It was another reaction Deliah was getting used to in the new cyborg body.  Her old body had a mostly-human face, and would fool people unless they took a very close look.  This new body, however, was not designed to be subtle.  The face looked dangerous, the lines of the jaw and eyes giving her an almost feline appearance.

The girl motioned to a corner, not far from the main doors, then moved back toward the truck she’d been working on.

The hotel they stayed at for the day was nice compared to many they’d seen.  It was a well-built wood structure, and had enough rooms for the team to take rooms in pairs.  Deliah only needed to nap for a few hours, enough to rest what human components she still had, but the humans needed most of the day to rest, and Torealis had to appear to get as much sleep as the rest of them did.  Even the rooms were spare, utilitarian, and simple.  Deliah sat on the bed, watching Jasmine fall asleep within a few minutes.  The traveling had been rougher on the psychic than anyone else, but she was handling it well.  She was always the first to fall asleep, and the last to wake, sleeping as much as 12 hours straight some days, but it didn’t hamper their travel at all.  Deliah didn’t mind- she wanted everyone as sharp as they could be under the circumstances.  Once at their objective area, she thought, they’d have to take a few days to just rest before they went into action.

She reclined on her own bed, the mechanical body assuming its own relaxed posture without needing instruction.  Deliah opened a communication link, sending out a high-frequency signal to Arcturus.  The responding connection came only a few moments later.

“Everything ok, Arc?” she asked, silently.

“It sure is.  We are in the foothills North-West of town, about three miles out, in a small cave actually.  Martiniros was rather pleased that we would not have to dig him a hole this morning.”  While they had brought a collapsible box to keep him from sleeping in the dirt, it was still a bit of a hassle to dig a sleeping grave every night.  A vampire could bury itself in the dirt in a matter of seconds, but Martiniros didn’t like wearing dirty clothes.

Deliah smiled.  “I’m shutting down, but I’ll hear you if you ‘ping’ me.  Have a lovely day.”

“You too.  Sleep well.”

*****

The group met in one of the village’s two bars, about an hour before sundown, each getting food and drink before getting ready to hit the road.  Jacob had ordered a large meal for himself, and shared parts of it with Torealis.  She would have time to hunt in the wild once they got moving, but wanted to appear to eat in the meantime.  Kierla picked at a small plate of food, and had brought one of the components for her own hoverbike with her.  She held it in one hand, using the other hand to operate some of the valves.  Jacob watched, amused, as she took a bite of food, then turned her attention back to the machine while she chewed.  Her expression cleared, as if she’d found the problem she’d been looking for.  And then she passed one hand over a pair of valve openings, and as she did, a series of tiny lightning bolts leaped from her fingertips and into the machine.  Several of the moving parts inside came alive, as if the unit was now connected to the rest of the bike and was powering up.  His eyebrows rose.

“That’s a neat trick,” he said.  “I was wondering what it was that made you such a good mechanic.”

She smiled at him, but the break in her concentration made the machine return to rest.  “I’ve had a way with machines as long as I can remember, but when you live in the CS, even in a small town, they don’t encourage this sort of gift.  It wasn’t until I ran off to Tolkeen that I learned how much I could really do.”

“How old were you when you left?”

“13.  Found some travelers to join up with.  Paid my way by fixing things.  The guy in charge was this old, beat-up cyborg that was missing a leg.  He more or less lived on the hovercycle he rode.” She turned her attention back to the machine, and it reawakened, its moving parts moving on their own.

“I’ve never met a Techno-wizard before, but I’ve used lots of things built by them.” Jacob took another bite, chewed it quickly, then spoke around the mouthful.  “Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t.”

Kierla smiled.  “Always depends on the wizard, just like anything else depends on the manufacturer.  So many people think ‘Techno-wizard’ work can be lumped together, like Northern Gun stuff or Triax stuff from overseas.” She laughed.  “If we were that organized, the CS wouldn’t be a problem.”  She ran her hand over the surface of the machine again, and again tiny bolts leaped from her fingertips.  These were more potent, apparently, for one of the parts heated up dramatically.  A wisp of smoke rose from the heat source.  “Your best bet on using stuff built by a techno-wizard is to travel with the wizard who built your stuff.”

Over the course of the afternoon, most of the villagers had shied away from them.  Deliah had purchased a few supplies, but for the most part had left the people alone, watching them work through the day.  Everyone had their hands full, it seemed to her, and were working extra hard.

“They must have something coming up soon,” Darien said.  He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes.  “We’ve seen some hard workers in the villages we’ve passed through, but not an entire village.  Not like this.”

Jacob nodded.  “I haven’t talked to anyone- no one seems to like having us around.”  He shrugged.  “They’re sure breakin’ their backs, though.  Places out here are run by hard work, and slackers aren’t looked upon fondly.”

“I’ve seen a few places where people act like this,” Tristan said.  “Places run by a bandit clan or a tyrant.  That’s how I’d describe it- its like they’re all afraid their master or masters won’t be satisfied with their work.”  He looked around the bar, confirming his observation on the faces of those who had come for an end-of-the-day drink.  “These people are working like slaves.”

Deliah nodded, making the mental connection.  “You’re right, now that you mention it.  But there’s no one in town who acts like a tyrant or a thug.  No one is watching them work, they’re just driving themselves.”

Torealis agreed.  Her eyes shifted color, from yellow to light blue.  “That brings up another thought; they have built an armored wall, but not a very tall one.  They seem fairly secure here, but I have not seen any heavy weapons, and there are no combat vehicles in that hangar.  Those towers along the perimeter have got some smaller weapons, but nothing special.  Certainly not what I have come to expect from a community of this size.”  She pointed over her shoulder.  “Every town we have come through has some way of defending themselves.  I believe this town has to have something, too… we are just not seeing it.”

Jasmine joined them at that point, reading the conversation from Jacob’s mind as she approached.  She sat down gracefully, joining in the conversation as if she’d been there the entire time.

“I agree.  No place where people make their home is without an active defense of some kind.”  She sighed, then looked around nervously.  “There’s something else.  I hadn’t thought anything of it this morning, because it was early… but no one here is giving off psychic waves or mental energy.  Nothing at all.”

This got everyone’s attention.  After a pause, she continued.

“I can almost always get some kind of reading on people, even other psychics.  I can at least tell how strong their minds are.  But here, it’s as if they’re all surrounded by a mental wall.  I can tell just enough to know they’re human, but that’s all I get.”

Tristan nodded.  “I was going to ask if I was alone with that impression.  You don’t think the whole town has the ability to make a psychic block, do you?  Some kind of a magical effect?  Some of the fade-towns in the Magic Zone have stranger quirks.”

“Possibly something magical, but it’s not something cast on the area- I can still read all of you just the same.”  She sighed.  “Perhaps everyone in town is wearing some kind of magical charm.  It’s just un-nerving, that’s all.  When you get used to picking up what people think, the complete absence of it is like a dangerous silence.”

The evening grew dark quickly as they finished their meals, and the bar began to get more populated.  By the time the sky was fully dark, the bar was nearly full.  The sound of conversations grew to a tolerable roar, but there was very little cheer or enthusiasm in the voices.  Kierla left early, to re-assemble her hoverbike.  The others lingered a while, knowing they’d be on the move most of the night.

“Is it just me, or are we getting a lot of looks?”  Torealis glanced around them again.

“We always get looks.  People are nervous around strangers, especially out here.” Tristan took another drink, then set his empty glass on the table.

Jacob shook his head.  “You don’t need to be psychic to know people are sizing you up,” he said, keeping his voice down.  “Almost everyone in here has been giving us a once-over at some point.”  He looked to Deliah.  “You don’t think the whole town would gang up on us, do you?”

She shrugged.  “Whether they do or not, we should get moving.”  She stood.  “Everyone have their gear together?”  The group nodded, and everyone got to their feet.  They had brought their baggage with them, checking out of their hotel rooms as they’d awoken.  Now they shouldered their bags and moved toward the door.

As they neared the door, one of the wait staff passed between them, bumping slightly in the crowded room.  Jasmine felt him brush up against her back as he moved between her and Tristan, but he turned suddenly and one hand slid up into the loose sleeve to touch the skin of her forearm.

In that moment of contact, a flood of mental energy and images came at her, nearly knocking her to the ground.  The waiter’s focus went to a silver chain bracelet he wore around his wrist, but then the image she saw from him was a pair of midnight-black eyes, eyes without any whites to them.  Tristan steadied her, scowling at the waiter until their eyes met.  The look in the man’s eyes was of pity, concern, and dread.  When Tristan’s eyes met Jasmine’s again, he merely nodded and helped her move toward the door.  He caught Deliah’s eyes as she turned back to see what had happened.  His expression told her to move outside, and she got the message clearly.

“You all right, Jasmine?” Jacob asked, having seen her stumble but missing everything else.

She nodded, smiling faintly, but her mind reached out to him, and to everyone on the team; We need to leave this place quickly. They reached the hangar only a few minutes later, stowed their bags on their cycles, then mounted up and rode out without more than a wave to the two women they’d met earlier.  The wave wasn’t returned.

After they’d cleared the village gate, Jasmine began to send mental messages to the others, relaying what she’d seen and what she’d been shown.  That waiter had some sort of gift, but I can’t tell how strong.  He wanted me to notice a bracelet he wore- I think it was blocking his mind from me.  Once I’d noticed it, I saw those on everyone in town- even the two at the hangar.  But he was screaming at me inside, screaming that we needed to run, to leave as fast as we could.

A moment later, the ground in front of Jasmine’s cycle exploded and a dark figure leaped up, overturning her cycle and throwing her to the ground.  It pushed the riderless cycle aside, moving toward Jasmine and lifting her to her feet.  Her arms were pinned behind her, forcefully but not painfully.  The hands that gripped her felt like they were made of marble- solid, unyielding, and cold.  Out of the dark a dozen more leaped at the group, shoving them off their cycles and tackling them to the ground.  Even Jacob’s reflexes weren’t fast enough to keep him from being wrestled and held down by four of them.  Deliah got back to her feet easily enough, but found her arms pulled outstretched, each wrist held by two hands.  Kierla, Darien and Tristan were all easily overpowered, lifted up and held tightly.  When Jasmine felt the cold skin of her captor’s face press against her cheek, she knew without a doubt what they were facing.

Vampires! she silently shouted to the others.  The one holding her gripped her tighter- they could hear her thoughts, too.

“Keep quiet, psychic,” her captor whispered to her.  Then he looked over at Darien.  “And if you so much as start mumbling to yourself, we’ll pull your arms off first.”  Of all of them, Tristan was the most helpless- while he could make each of the vampires burst into flame whenever he wished, it would do little more than ruin their clothing.

One of them held Torealis tightly, but she gave no resistance, allowing herself to be moved to the center of the ambush.  There were only two of them that weren’t holding someone still, and those two looked over the group with hungry eyes.  They were dressed in what was once expensive clothing, most likely made in a big city somewhere, but was now ragged and covered with dirt.  They’d slept in these clothes many times, and they smelled like an open grave.

The two leaders looked up toward the crescent moon, in the sky beyond the village, smiling.  From somewhere in that direction, what looked like a giant bat was flying toward them, angling downward as it approached.  It shifted into a human form and landed gently, looking around the group with interest.

“As you instructed, Master, they’ve not been harmed,” one of them croaked, bowing his head.  The master nodded, an evil smirk on his face as he turned to look at them all, one at a time.  He was taller than a human, 2.5 meters or so, and seemed to be wearing fine clothes that were perfectly spotless.  Even his boots seemed well-polished.  His skin was milky-white, where the others were a shade of grey, and his hair was the color of polished iron.  His eyes matched Jasmine’s vision, all-black with no whites.  He stopped before Jasmine first, looking her up and down.  His smile became slightly warmer, and his eyes locked with hers.

“It is so rare, for me to find a woman that approaches my own height- especially one so attractive,” he said, quietly.  His voice was much warmer than his appearance, almost human.  “Be gentle with her, she may be joining us,” he said to the one holding her, who nodded obediently.  Then he turned to Jacob, and crossed the rough circle to stand before him.

“You were the one we were most concerned about, you know,” he said quietly.  “I had expected you to put up more of a fight, especially once you saw that we had your employer.”  He motioned his head toward Torealis.  Jacob caught himself before betraying his confusion- but it made sense… Almost everyone in the group had an obvious strength.  Only one of them appeared to be the kind of person who would need help traveling, and Torealis always appeared to dress wealthy enough to afford a small group of mercenaries.

His hesitation was interpreted the wrong way.  “Or… is this your woman?” the master vampire raised his eyebrows.  “Interesting… there is more here than I’d guessed.  So who is this, wealthy enough to hire such an escort, yet foolish enough to come to this part of the world?”  He looked across to Torealis.  She had masked her feelings well, showing traces of fear but more indignation than anything.  Now she merely stared back at him, angrily.

“Do you expect me to offer you money to release us?” she asked, her tone deadly.  Her acting was perfect.

The master vampire chuckled, than approached her.  “Do you think that anything you own would be more valuable to us than your blood?  We know you carry little other than traveling supplies and weapons, neither of which we need.  No, what you will give us is a good meal, made all the more enjoyable by your resistance.”

Jacob couldn’t contain himself any longer.  The chuckling burst out of him, just for a moment, but it was enough.  All eyes turned toward him.  The master faced him again, amusement on his white face.

“Perhaps you don’t believe us, juicer,” he said.  “Have you been saving the real fight, keeping something special in store for us?  Perhaps you think your super-human strength will be enough to fight us off.  Or that your cyborg friend here will be strong enough to get free.”  He shook his head.  “I’m afraid you’re mistaken.  We’ve had plenty of experience with your kind, and while your blood needs to be cleansed of the garbage you pump into it, I assure you… it is no less delicious.”

Jacob merely smiled back.  He angled his head around far enough to look at Torealis, who nodded at him.  Then he turned his eyes to Deliah.  He knew she was in contact with Arcturus, who would provide the second and third surprise for these vampires.  She also nodded at him.  It was about time for the first of their surprises to be revealed.

One of the vampires moved toward Deliah, then held his hand up to his ear.  “Master, you were right.  I’m getting a transmission from the cyborg here, but its gibberish.  Machine code, most likely.”

The master vampire nodded.  “If she’s getting a response, that’s what we need to know.  That won’t be encoded.”

“It is getting a reply, but…” the servant paused.  “It’s encoded the same way.”

The master raised one eyebrow, amused.  “Perhaps they do have help on the way.  No matter, it is time for our feast to begin.”  The other vampires cheered and hooted as he approached Torealis.  He touched her chin with one finger, lifting it gently to look into his own face.  Jacob and Tristan exchanged one last look of amusement before chaos broke out completely.

The moment his fangs touched Torealis’s skin, the master vampire knew something was wrong.  His tongue flicked out for a moment, then he drew back an inch.  “Impossible,” he whispered.  And then he and his servant were trying to keep their grip on a full-size dragon.

Torealis’s transformation knocked half of the vampires off their feet, with their prisoners scattering and preparing to fight.  Her roar terrified them all, and her front foot came down on the chest of the master vampire, pinning him to the ground.  She lowered her head to look at him for a moment before scooping him up off the ground and biting down on his upper torso.

Jacob found himself facing the four who had held him before.  None of the weapons he carried would harm these creatures, and he knew he could only hold them off for a few moments.  He found himself backed up against the others in the group, surrounded by the vampires and relatively helpless as Torealis dealt with the master.

Jasmine drew a very large, very old pistol from the small of her back.  The others looked at her as if she was crazy, watching as she took aim with both hands on the huge gun.  When it fired a metal bullet instead of a burst of energy, the vampires laughed.  Then the one that she’d shot began to howl in pain.  The hole Jasmine’s bullet had made did not begin to close, as they’d expected.  It had grown wider and deeper in only a few seconds, the vampire’s grey skin darkening, crumbling away into pieces.

Jacob smirked, turning his head just enough to see her in his peripheral vision without taking his eyes off the vampires in front of him.  “Silver,” he muttered, seeing her smile sideward at him.  The small voice he recognized as her mental signal whispered into a back corner of his mind; It’s the only weapon I feel the need to carry.  The weapon fired again, twice, before the vampires realized that their error had been hesitation.

Four of them moved in on Jacob, and another four on Deliah.  The vampires would easily be able to hold those two out of the way while the others dealt with the less powerful travelers.  It wouldn’t have taken them long, had the two remaining members of the team not joined the fight.

Arcturus hit two of the vampires from behind, not dealing them fatal blows by a long shot, but hard enough to get their attention.  He, too, was grabbed and held with arms outstretched, but now there was no one left to attack Jasmine or the others.  And again, they were distracted, which had been the plan since Arcturus got the call for help.

Father Martiniros moved as fast as any Juicer the group had ever seen, even faster than Jacob.  He struck with an impossible accuracy, knowing from experience just where the vampires’ bodies were weakest.  Before the others in the group knew what was happening, the points of silver blades were bursting from the vampires’ chests.  They cried out in pain, releasing their captives and falling forward.  Arcturus leaped toward Deliah the moment he was free, gripping the remaining vampires by the wrists before they could flee.  Jacob reversed the holds on his own wrists, also preventing an escape.  A blur moved past him, too fast even for him to see clearly.  Again, the vampires were hit from behind, their hearts pierced by silver that would not allow their immortal bodies to heal.

And soon, there was only the one master left.  While Torealis could do little to permanently harm a vampire, especially a master, she had no trouble keeping him out of the fight.  Once the others of the clan were immobilized by silver, Torealis released her jaw’s grip, dropped him to the ground, and then held him down with a foreleg across his chest.

Father Martiniros appeared by his side a moment later, and slowly the group gathered around the dragon and her prey.  The master vampire’s eyes were locked upon Martiniros, who stood over him with one last silver blade.

“I was really hoping I wouldn’t need these,” he said, his eyes tracing the line of his weapon.  The shaft of the weapon was more skewer than sword, a half-meter long thrusting point with a handle.  “Too bad for you and your clan, that you weren’t smart enough to leave us alone.”

The master’s eyes were wide.  “How can you destroy your own kind?!”

Martiniros knelt beside him.  His voice was a serpentine hiss.  “I am not your kind.  I never have been.”  The stake glistened in the moonlight as he flipped it over, then became a blur as in arced downward.  Martiniros straightened, then looked around at the impaled forms around them.

“Everyone is okay,” Jasmine said, not needing to ask.  She touched Martiniros on the shoulder.  He sighed, eyes narrow slits.

“We’ll need to leave the silver in them until the sun rises.”  He shook his head.  “I hadn’t wanted to use so many at once.  Vampires are rare in this part of the world, and I’ll be able to get more eventually.”  He turned his head to look at Jasmine.  “The silver bullets were a pleasant surprise.”

She shrugged.  “I didn’t expect them to give me time to fire more than once.”  She looked down at the incapacitated vampire.  “I thought the silver would kill them.”

“It depends on your point of view.  It’ll hurt them very badly, and if you hit their heart it will kill them- sort of.  The trouble is, their bones will still be here.  If someone were to give what’s left even a drop of human blood, they’ll be alive and mobile in about five minutes.  And while they’ll look like hell, one feeding will give their strength back.  I’d be willing to bet there’s someone in the village who would rescue them.  The reward would be too great, and the punishment for not doing so would be severe.”  He shook his head.  “No, they’ll need to bake in the sun for a day before they are completely dead.”

Torealis had returned to her human disguise, not showing any outward signs that there had been a fight.  “Should we wait to make certain they stay down?”

The vampire’s reply startled them all.  “No.  In fact, we should give the villagers the chance to come rescue them.”

Kierla, who had been an observer for most of the event, shook her head.  “They’ll come after us, won’t they?”

Deliah shook her head.  She was beginning to see Martiniros’ reasoning.  “I’m not so sure.  Would you, after what happened here?  They thought they were facing a cyborg and a Juicer, and that was it.  Now they know there’s a dragon and a protective vampire involved.”  She looked back toward the village.  “They’ve got a good thing going here, and I doubt they’ll jeopardize it for revenge.”

Jacob scowled.  “They’ll attack other travelers who come through here.  I’d be willing to stay here, just to make sure they’re done for.”  Darien and Tristan agreed silently.

Torealis did not.  “The villagers have little for protection without this clan.  While they are somewhere between slaves and cattle, at least they are alive.  And after tonight, perhaps these brigands will be more cautious when trying to attack travelers.”  She looked up at Jacob.  “We will be long gone by the time they get mobilized.  You and I can get back to the village quickly, and leave a message for them.  If they choose to rescue their vampire masters, it will be their choice.  And we can warn them not to pursue us.”

“You two can fly back,” Deliah said.  “We need to meet up with with Perridan and Finjiarn soon.  You can catch up with us.”

*****

Those of the villagers who had been asleep were awakened by a terrible roar. Those who had been awake and working rushed outside to see what had made the sound, and saw a winged shape silhouetted on the moon.  It was not the bat-shape their master vampire sometimes took, and it was far larger.  It approached the village, swooping over their heads and roaring again, making certain that everyone on the ground saw it for what it was.  Its white scales glittered in the moonlight like plates of glass or diamond.  As it passed over again, a human figure dropped from its neck, landing on its feet just outside the open gate.  As the dragon circled, it too dropped to the ground, shrinking and reshaping itself before touching gently beside its companion on petite, human feet.

2 Responses to “Lone Star – Chapter 11”

  1. The Beave Says:

    this makes me wana play….

  2. What a great story. I am trully glad. Keep writing amigo

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