Elaine swallows hard and nods, coming to a stop beside him, the two of them crouching down as they survey the scene.
There’s a field of high grass between them and the house, the ocean behind it, the moon gleaming on it like light on a steel blade. The house is small, modest, looking like it would belong in Scandinavia rather than here in the Pacific Northwest. Moss completely covers the roof, the paint red and peeling. Elaine was never an empath like her husband, but even she can feel that there’s no malice in this house, only warmth and love.
It makes her hesitate, enough that her husband puts his hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze. We don’t have to do this, he says in her head.
She knows this. But she also knows it has to be done. She will find no peace until Alice pays for what she did. They say revenge is poison, but she’ll gladly take it if it helps her sleep easier at night.
They must move fast. Though the house seems silent and the lights give off a warm glow, the smoke from the chimney puffing, she knows they are waiting for them. Although, something about the scene does seem odd.
It’s the fire, Jim says soundlessly. Why have a fire if they never get cold?
Elaine nods. That’s what it is. But vampires can be strangely sentimental about old ways, hanging on to their past. It’s possible that either Alice or Hakan was raised around a hearth, back in the days when a fire was a house’s only source of heat. While their parents wouldn’t have a need for it, a child won’t turn until they’re older. Perhaps they keep the fire out of habit, remembering the good old days.
Elaine shakes the images of vampire families out of her head. It does her no good to view them as anything but monsters. She was born to kill them and that’s what she’d do.
Suddenly, the door to the house opens and a woman steps out. They’re too far to see her clearly, but there’s no doubt that the vampire can see—and smell—them, like the apex predators they are.
This must be Alice.
The knife burns against Elaine’s leg, coming to life, and she knows they have seconds to act before Alice attacks them. Vampires move fast, faster than the human eye can see. Luckily, being a witch, and a slayer in particular, they can track her, even when Alice uses the Veil.
But she doesn’t move, not even when Elaine and Jim take their knives into their hands, the metal glinting with electric blue currents. The knives aren’t as big as one would think, but they can be thrown with startling accuracy. One shot to the heart is all it takes. Of course, Jim has a machete back at home, but decapitation is a messy ordeal.
The husband and wife look at each other and, in that moment, they know they’re committed.
They both run forward toward Alice, the element of surprise gone, and the risks of them dying at the hands of a vampire increasing with each and every step.
They cross the field quickly, moving soundlessly through the grass, but still Alice doesn’t move. Her arms are out to her sides, but she is unarmed.
She’s protecting something.
“Stop,” Alice calls out, her voice melodic, but the pitch is off. Like she’s uncertain, perhaps afraid.
Elaine and Jim stop. It is not by choice. The vampire is compelling them, even at this range. It won’t last, it rarely does with witches, but it’s enough to give Alice yet another advantage.
“Leave this place,” Alice says. “Now.”
Elaine breaks free from the bonds, feels them snap. “I can’t,” she says. “You know what you did, you know what you must pay for.”
Suddenly, Hakan appears behind Alice, a tall lanky creature built for precision, and puts his big hands on Alice’s shoulders. “I didn’t think revenge killings were allowed by your guild,” Hakan says in a light Finnish accent.
“I don’t have to do everything the guild tells me,” Elaine says.
“Turning against your own?” asks Hakan, his eyes deep gray and hypnotic. Elaine needs to keep watching them, but she’s finding it more difficult by the second. “You’ll be punished.”
“So long as you’re dead, I don’t care what they do to me,” Elaine says. “Besides, they won’t find out. We’ll make this quick and easy. Not a trace of you to be found.”
Her words are strong and clear and they don’t show the wildness in Elaine’s heart, the fear that this could go either way. Witches have magic and the blade that can kill vampires. Vampires are predators that would love nothing more than to kill a witch, and with their strength, speed, and penchant for violence and blood, they make an equal match.
But there’s something different here. Elaine knows it. There’s a vulnerability to this couple that shouldn’t be here. They asked them to leave. Vampires never ask to do anything. And even now, they still aren’t making a move.