“Not his clothes, the Chuck E. Cheese costume,” the vampire replied with a grin. “It’s easy to get kids to follow you outside without arousing suspicion when you’re wearing that. Even if their parents notice, one of us just gives ’em the gaze and they go home thinking everything’s fine. Takes them a day or so to even realize their kids are gone, and they don’t remember where they lost ’em from.”
“We take them out one at a time and store them in the trunk,” another added. “It’s cool enough this time of year, so they don’t die and go stale, and with a flash of the eyes, they stay quiet while they’re there.”
My hand tightened on Ethan’s until he let out a yelp. I loosened my grip, fighting to keep my eyes from glowing out of pure rage. I couldn’t kill these guys soon enough.
Belinda smiled. “A vampire in a Chuck E. Cheese costume? That I have to see.”
The vampire returned her grin. “Wait right here, honey. You’ll love the show.”
As if on cue, the robotic figures in the theater came to synthetic life. The kids squealed in delight. I watched as one of the vampires followed the employee they’d pointed out behind the stage. My intention to follow as well was cut short by what I heard next.
“…hungry now, I’m getting someone to eat,” the russet-haired vampire said, sauntering away from Belinda and the others.
I let go of Ethan’s hand. Belinda had pointed him out as hers; he was the safest kid in the place at the moment. I knelt down until I was eye-level with him.
“See that game?” I asked, pointing to the one closest to us. “You play that and you don’t move from it until me or one of the other guys you met earlier comes to get you. Promise me.”
Ethan nodded. “Promise.”
“Good boy,” I murmured. Ethan went over to the game and set all his tokens down by it. Cold fury seized me as I watched the other vampire hunt for his prey.
“All units, stand by,” I whispered into my cell phone. This could get ugly real fast.
I discreetly kept him in sight as the vampire wandered through the room, his sharp eyes picking out which kids were being supervised and which weren’t. There was a young boy by the change machine, gathering up his tokens. The vampire watched him, sidling up behind him as the boy started to browse the games. Then he waited until they were near a corner, and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
The boy looked up—and that was all it took. The vampire’s eyes flashed green for a moment and he murmured something, too low for me to catch. No one else noticed. The boy followed him into the next room without a pause, disappearing behind one of the partial walls.
I went after them, noticing the vampire had picked the least busy place, where all the out-of-order games were kept. He was kneeling, the little boy in front of him. I could see the green light of the vampire’s gaze reflecting off the skin of the boy as he stood there, making no attempt to run or scream.
He’s going to bite him right now. Right here, and he could have his body stuffed behind one of those broken machines in less than a minute. His parents will never even know he’s in danger until he’s already dead…
The russet-haired vampire leaned down, no fear of parents or God or anyone else stopping him. I pulled out a silver knife from my sleeve and crept forward. Say hello to my little friend, asshole!
“What the—?”
I whirled, feeling the inhuman power at my back even as I heard the voice. The vampire wearing the Chuck E. Cheese costume stood behind me, his big fake mouse head tilted questioningly to the side. The other vampire dropped his hands from the little boy, and his gaze narrowed on my knife.
“Silver,” he muttered.
The gig was up. “Deploy!” I screamed, knowing Bones would hear me, and flung the knife.
It buried into his chest to the hilt. I leapt on him in almost the same movement, knocking him over to give a few rough twists of the blade. At the same time, something heavy landed on me. And cushy. It was the vampire in the Chuck E. Cheese getup.
I rolled over, crunching my legs up and then kicking the vampire off me. He hit a video game hard enough to make it crash through the window. I heard Tate shout, “Homeland Security, nobody move!” as I palmed more knives and then flung them with perfect accuracy into vamp Chuck E.’s chest. He staggered back, but didn’t go down. Damn costume must be too thick.
I grabbed more knives from under my clothes and tackled him. He fought as hard as he could—while being encased in a large mouse suit. Our struggles had us rolling, me attempting to stab deep enough to penetrate that costume, and him trying to beat me while seriously hampered in his movements.
“Leave Chucky alone!” I heard a child wail. Several more screamed.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, talk about emotionally scarring these kids, watching what must appear to be a crazy woman trying to stab their beloved icon to death. They’d have nightmares for years unless Bones wiped their memories.