“NOW!” the Lieutenant screamed.
Davis grabbed for his stake with his left hand as he dropped the rifle from his right. Almost before his fingers had closed on the weapon, he was on his feet and rushing into the clearing. To the right, Lee burst out of the trees, his stake held overhead in both hands, his mouth open in a bellow. In front of them, the Shadow was thrashing from side to side like the world’s largest insect pinned through the middle. Its claws scythed grass, bushes. Davis saw that its right eye had indeed been hit, and partially collapsed. Lee was not slowing his charge. Davis sprinted to reach the Shadow at the same time.
Although the thing’s legs were motionless, its claws were fast as ever. As Davis came abreast of it, jabbing at its head, its arm snapped in his direction. Pain razored up his left arm. Blood spattered the grass, the Shadow’s head jerked towards him, and the momentary distraction this offered was, perhaps, what allowed Lee to tumble into a forward roll that dropped him under the Shadow’s other claw and up again to drive his stake down into the base of its throat. Reaching for the cell phone in his shirt pocket, Davis backpedaled. The thing’s maw gaped as Lee held on to shove the weapon as far as it would go. The Shadow twisted and thrust its claws into Lee’s collarbone and ribs. His eyes bulged and he released the stake. Davis had the cell phone in his hand. The Shadow tore its claw from Lee’s chest and ripped him open. Davis pressed the three and hit SEND.
In the woods, there was a white flash and the CRUMP of explosives detonating. A cloud of debris rushed between the trunks. The Shadow jolted as if a bolt of lightning had speared it.
“SHIT!” the Lieutenant was screaming. “SHIT!”
The Shadow was on its feet, Lee dangling from its left claw like a child’s bedraggled plaything. Davis backpedaled. With its right claw, the Shadow reached for the stake jutting from its throat. Davis pressed the two and SEND.
He was knocked from his feet by the force of the blast, which shoved the air from his lungs and pushed sight and sound away from him. He was aware of the ground pressing against his back, a fine rain of particles pattering his skin, but his body was contracted around his chest, which could not bring in any air. Suffocating, he was suffocating. He tried to move his hands, his feet, but his extremities did not appear to be receiving his brain’s instructions. Perhaps his hand-crafted bomb had accomplished what the Shadow could not.
What he could feel of the world was bleeding away.
XIII
2006
Although Lee wanted to wait for sunset, if not total darkness, a preference Davis shared, the Lieutenant insisted they shoulder their packs and start the trail up Winger Mountain while the sun would be broadcasting its light for another couple of hours. At the expressions on Lee and Davis’s faces, he said, “Relax. The thing sweeps the Grove first thing in the morning. It’s long gone, off feeding someplace.”
The trail was not unpleasant. Had they been so inclined, its lower reaches were wide enough that they could have walked them two abreast. (They opted for single file, Lee taking point, Han next, the Lieutenant third, and Davis bringing up the rear. It spread the targets out.) The ground was matted with the leaves of the trees that flanked the trail and stationed the gradual slopes to either side. (While he had never been any good at keeping the names of such things straight, Davis had an idea the trees were a mix of maple and oak, the occasional white one a birch.) With their crowns full of leaves, the trees almost obscured the sky’s blue emptiness. (All the same, Davis didn’t look up any more than he could help.)
They reached the path to Thompson’s Grove sooner than Davis had anticipated. A piece of wood weathered gray and nailed to a tree chest-high pointed right, to a narrower route that appeared overgrown a hundred yards or so in the distance. Lee withdrew the machete he had sheathed on his belt and struck the sign once, twice, until it flew off the tree into the forest.
“Hey,” Davis said, “that’s vandalism.”
“Sue me,” Lee said.
Once they were well into the greenery, the mosquitoes, which had ventured only the occasional scout so long as they kept to the trail, descended in clouds. “Damnit!” the Lieutenant said, slapping his cheek. “I used bug spray.”
“Probably tastes like dessert topping to them, sir,” Lee called. “Although, damn! at this rate, there won’t be any blood left in us for Count Dracula.”
Thompson’s Grove was an irregular circle, forty feet across. Grass stood thigh-high. A few bushes punctuated the terrain. Davis could feel the sky hungry above them. Lee and Han walked the perimeter while he and the Lieutenant stayed near the trees. All of their rifles were out. Lee and Han declared the area secure, but the four of them waited until the sun was finally down to clear the center of the Grove and build their fire.
Lee had been, Davis supposed the word was off, since they’d met in Kingston that morning. His eyes shone in his face, whose flesh seemed drawn around the bones. When Davis embraced him in the lobby of the Quality Inn, it had been like putting his arms around one of the support cables on a suspension bridge, something bracing an enormous weight. It might be the prospect of their upcoming encounter, although Davis suspected there was more to it. The Lieutenant’s most recent report had been that Lee was continuing to struggle: Shari had won custody of Douglas, with whom Lee was permitted supervised visits every other Saturday. He’d enrolled at his local community college, but stopped attending classes after the first week. The Lieutenant wasn’t sure he’d go so far as to call Lee an alcoholic, but there was no doubt the man liked his beer a good deal more than was healthy. After the wood was gathered and stacked, the fire kindled, the sandwiches Davis had prepared distributed, Lee cleared his throat and said, “I know the Lieutenant has an order he wants us to follow, but there’s something I need to know about.”
“All right,” the Lieutenant said through a mouthful of turkey on rye, “ask away.”
“It’s the connection we have to the thing,” Lee said. “Okay, so: we’ve got a direct line into its central nervous system. The right amount of adrenaline, and we can hijack it. Problem is, the link works both ways. At least, we know that, when the thing’s angry, it can look out of our eyes. What if it can do more? What if it can do to us what we’ve done to it, take us over?”
“There’s been no evidence of that,” Davis said. “Don’t you think, if it could do that, it would have by now?”
“Not necessarily,” Lee said.
“Oh? Why not?”
“Why would it need to? We’re trying to get its attention; it doesn’t need to do anything to get ours.”
“It’s an unknown,” the Lieutenant said. “It’s conceivable the thing could assume control of whoever’s hooked up to it and try to use him for support. I have to say, though, that even if it could possess one of us, I have a hard time imagining it doing so while the rest of us are trying to shorten its lifespan. To tell you the truth, should we succeed in killing it, I’d be more worried about it using the connection as a means of escape.”
“Escape?” Davis said.
Lee said, “The Lieutenant means it leaves its body behind for one of ours.”
“Could it do that?”
“I don’t know,” the Lieutenant said, “I only mention it as a worst-case scenario. Our ability to share its perceptions, to affect its actions, seems to suggest some degree of congruity between the thing and us. On the other hand, it is a considerable leap from there to its being able to inhabit us.”
“Maybe that’s how it makes more of itself,” Lee said. “One dies, one’s born.”
“Phoenix,” Han said.
“This is all pretty speculative,” Davis said.
“Yes it is,” the Lieutenant said. “Should the thing seize any of us, however, it will have been speculation well-spent.”
“What do you propose, then, sir?” Davis said.
“Assuming any of us survives the morning,” the Lieutenant said, “we will have to proceed with great caution.” He held up his pistol.
6:42 AM
Davis opened his eyes to a hole in the sky. Round, black—for a moment, he had the impression the earth had gained a strange new satellite, or that some unimaginable catastrophe had blown an opening in the atmosphere, and then his vision adjusted and he realized that he was looking up into the barrel of the Lieutenant’s Glock. The man himself half-crouched beside Davis, his eyes narrowed. His lips moved, and Davis struggled to pick his words out of the white noise ringing in his ears.
“Davis,” he said. “You there?”
“Yeah,” Davis said. Something was burning; a charcoal reek stung his nostrils. His mouth tasted like ashes. He pushed himself up on his elbows. “Is it—”
“Whoa,” the Lieutenant said, holding his free hand up like a traffic cop. “Take it easy, soldier. That was some blast.”
“Did we—”
“We did.”
“Yeah?”
“We blew it to Kingdom Come,” the Lieutenant said. “No doubt, there are pieces of it scattered here and there, but the majority of it is so much dust.”
“Lee—”
“You saw what the thing did to him—although, stupid motherfucker, it serves him right, grabbing the wrong goddamned stake. Of all the stupid fucking . . . ”
Davis swallowed. “Han?”
The Lieutenant shook his head.
Davis lay back. “Fuck.”
“Never mind,” the Lieutenant said. His pistol had not moved. “Shit happens. The question before us now is, Did it work? Are we well and truly rid of that thing, that fucking blood-drinking monster, or are we fooling ourselves? What do you say, Davis?”
“I . . . ” His throat was dry. “Lee grabbed the wrong one?”
“He did.”
“How is that possible?” “I don’t know,” the Lieutenant said. “I do not fucking know.”
“I specifically gave each of us—”
“I know; I watched you. In the excitement of the moment, Lee and Han must have mixed them up.”
“Mixed . . . ” Davis raised his hands to his forehead. Behind the Lieutenant, the sky was a blue chasm.
“Or could be, the confusion was deliberate.”
“What?”
“Maybe they switched stakes on purpose.”
“No.”
“I don’t think so, either, but we all know it wasn’t much of a life for Han.”
“That doesn’t mean—”
“It doesn’t.”
“Jesus.” Davis sat up.
The Lieutenant steadied his gun. “So?”
“I take it you’re fine.”
“As far as I’ve been able to determine, yes.”
“Could the thing have had something to do with it?”
“The mix-up?”
“Made Han switch the stakes or something?”
“That presumes it knew what they were, which supposes it had been spying on us through Han’s eyes for not a few hours, which assumes it comprehended us—our language, our technology—in excess of prior evidence.”
“Yeah,” Davis said. “Still.”
“It was an accident,” the Lieutenant said. “Let it go.”
“What makes you so sure you’re all right?”
“I’ve had no indications to the contrary. I appear in control of my own thoughts and actions. I’m aware of no alien presence crowding my mind. While I am thirsty, I have to desire to quench that thirst from one of your arteries.”
“Would you be, though? Aware of the thing hiding in you?”
The Lieutenant shrugged. “Possibly not. You’re taking a long time to answer my question; you know that.”
“I don’t know how I am,” Davis said. “No, I can’t feel the thing either, and no, I don’t want to drink your blood. Is that enough?”
“Davis,” the Lieutenant said, “I will do this. You need to understand that. You are as close to me as anyone, these days, and I will shoot you in the head if I deem it necessary. If I believed the thing were in me, I would turn this gun on myself without a second thought. Am I making myself clear? Let me know it’s over, or let me finish it.”
The Lieutenant’s face was flushed. “All right,” Davis said. He closed his eyes. “All right.” He took a deep breath. Another.
When he opened his eyes, he said, “It’s gone.”
“You’re positive.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You cannot be lying to me.”
“I know. I’m not.”
The end of the pistol wavered, and for a moment, Davis was certain that the Lieutenant was unconvinced, that he was going to squeeze the trigger, anyway. He wondered if he’d see the muzzle flash.
Then the pistol lowered and the Lieutenant said, “Good man.” He holstered the gun and extended his hand. “Come on. There’s a lot we have to do.”
Davis caught the Lieutenant’s hand and hauled himself to his feet. Behind the Lieutenant, he saw the charred place that had been the Shadow, Lee’s torn and blackened form to one side of it. Further back, smoke continued to drift out of the spot in the trees where Han had lain. The Lieutenant turned and started walking towards the trees. He did not ask, and Davis did not tell him, what he had seen with his eyes closed. He wasn’t sure how he could have said that the image behind his eyelids was the same as the image in front of them: the unending sky, blue, ravenous.
Selected Vampire Anthologies 2000-2010
There were numerous anthologies of romance novellas (usually four authors) as well as original-fiction anthologies with fantasy, horror, or mixed-genre themes that often included vampire stories but were not exclusive to them. These are not listed. Neither are tie-ins to games or television series, retrospectives of earlier eras of vampire fiction/classics (with one exception), ebook- or erotica-only anthologies. Anthologies listed (with one exception) contained at least some original fiction. (YA=Young Adult.)
2000
Kaye, Marvin, ed. Vampire Sextette (Science Fiction Book Club)
2001
Elrod, P.N. & Greenberg, Martin, eds., Dracula In London (Ace)
Jones, Stephen, ed., The Mammoth Book of Vampire Stories By Women (Carrol & Graf) About half original; half reprint
2002
Anonymous, ed., Vampires (Dark Horse) Graphic Anthology; YA
2003
Greenberg, Martin, ed., Vampire Slayers (Gramercy)
2004
Allen, Angela, ed., Dark Thirst (Pocket)
Cavelos, Jeanne, ed., The Many Faces of Van Helsing (Ace)
Jones, Stephen, ed., The Mammoth Book of Vampires (Robinson) Expanded from 1992 edition, primarily reprints with some originals added
2007
Greenberg, Martin & Darrell Schweitzer, eds. The Secret History of Vampires (Daw)
Harris, Charlaine & Toni L. P. Kelner, eds. Many Bloody Returns (Ace)
2008
Cast, P.C., ed. Immortal: Love Stories With Bite (BenBella) YA
Trelep, Trisha, ed., The Eternal Kiss: 13 Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire (Running Press Kids) YA
Trelep, Trisha, ed., The Mammoth Book of Vampire Romance (Running Press)
2009
Adams, John Joseph, ed. By Blood We Live (Night Shade) Primarily reprints, but some originals
Kuznia, Yanni, ed. A Fantasy Medley (Subterranean Press)
Penzler, Otto, ed. The Vampire Archive (Quercus) All reprints, but probably the most comprehensive compilation ever assembled
Trelep, Trisha, ed., The Eternal Kiss: 13 Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire (Running Press Kids) YA
Trelep, Trisha, ed., The Mammoth Book of Vampire Romance 2 (Running Press)
Trelep, Trisha, ed., The Eternal Kiss: 12 Vampire Tales Of Blood And Desire (Perseus) YA
Ulanski, Gave & Garrett Anderson, eds., Vampires: Dracula and the Undead Legions (Moonstone)
2010
Cast, P.C., ed., Eternal: More Love Stories with Bite (Smart Pop) YA
Friesner, Esther, ed., Fangs for the Mammaries (Baen)
Whates, Ian, ed. The Bitten Word (NewCon Press)
Publication History
Holly Black, “The Coldest Girl in Coldtown” © 2009. The Eternal Kiss: 13 Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire, ed. Trisha Telep (Running Press Kids). Reprinted by permission of the author.
Rachel Caine, “Dead Man Stalking” © 2009. Originally published in Immortal: Stories With Bite, edited by P.C. Cast (Ben Bella Books). Reprinted by permission of the author.
Albert Cowdrey, “Twilight States” © 2005. Originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, July 2005. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Stephen Dedman, “Waste Land” © 2002. Originally published in Agog! Fantastic Fiction, ed. Cat Sparks, (Agog! Press). Reprinted by permission of the author.
Charles de Lint, “Sisters” © 2002. Originally published in Waifs and Strays (Viking). Reprinted by permission of the author.
Charlaine Harris, “Dahlia Underground” © 2010. Originally published in Crimes by Moonlight: Mysteries from the Dark Side, ed. Charlaine Harris (Berkley). Reprinted by permission of the author.
Tanya Huff, “No Matter Where You Go” © 2010. Originally published in A Girl’s Guide to Guns and Monsters, ed. Martin H. Greenberg and Kerrie Hughes (Daw). Reprinted by permission of the author.
Caitlín R. Kiernan, “The Belated Burial” © 2009. First published in Sirenia Digest #38, January 2009. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Nancy Kilpatrick, “Vampires Anonymous” © 2009. Originally published in Vampires: Dracula and the Undead Legions, ed. Dave Ulanski, Garrett Anderson (Moonstone Books). Reprinted by permission of the author.
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