Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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with lunging fangs got a Moe-style head-crunch, which sounded more like a dull thud than two<br />
coconuts hitting. I planted a heel onto the nose of a some nude skinny guy, drilled an elbow into<br />
the cheek of a chick who moments ago was making me sing soprano, and then sprinted right at<br />
Vlad, stepping on legs and spines and necks, and giving him a swift kick in the peanuts.<br />
Vlad cradled his delicates like a child holding two raisins and a bran flake, and I pushed past<br />
and ran into Crazy Chainsaw Goon, just as he was yanking the cord.<br />
I couldn’t hear my screams above the roar of the saw, but I could guess they oozed<br />
machismo and self-confidence. I took a quick left through a doorway, another left down a hall,<br />
yanked open another door, and flew into a room filled with Vlad and a dozen angry, naked<br />
vampires.<br />
I hugged my knees and Crazy Chainsaw Goon toppled over me, falling face first onto his<br />
appliance. He must have pinned down his trigger finger, because the saw revved and came up<br />
through his shoulder blades like a shark fin, misting me with blood.<br />
I pushed backwards, bare feet sliding in the gore, and scrambled back down the hall with a<br />
flock of Pires on my heels.<br />
Which is where I met up with Crazy Knife Goon and his Swiss Army Buffalo Skinner.<br />
He slashed. I ducked. But I didn’t duck far enough, and the blade dinged off my scalp. The<br />
pain was painful. I fell onto my butt, and he raised the blade for the coup de grace.<br />
"Hold on!" I said, showing him my palm.<br />
He paused, holding the striking position. I pressed my free hand to my head.<br />
"Look what you did. You really hurt me, you idiot."<br />
Knife Goon shifted from one foot to the other. "I...uh..."<br />
"Don’t just stand there. Get me a bandage or something. Jesus, I’m gonna need stitches."<br />
"Sorry," he mumbled, lowering the knife and turning around.<br />
I planted both my hands on his lower back (okay, it was his ass, but this was special<br />
circumstances—I’m 100% all man, baby) and pushed as hard as I could.<br />
He teetered forward, and I scuttled past and made it to my feet, through a door, down a hall,<br />
and into the room where Vlad and all the naked vampires were.<br />
Two of them grabbed my legs, sinking their pointy dentures into my knees. Knees are harder<br />
than tooth enamel, and I won that encounter, though one incisor wedged itself deep enough into<br />
my kneecap to bring macho, manly tears to my eyes.<br />
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