“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to release a bunch of these bloodsuckers, of course,” she said. “The question is, what are you going to do?”
“I … I have no weapon anymore.”
“That’s too bad. Because, like you, they don’t care much for a fair fight.”
“You … you wouldn’t,” he said.
“I am,” she said. “I’ve got bigger problems than you.”
“Give me a weapon … please … and I will do whatever you want. Whatever you need, I will give you …”
“You want a weapon?” asked Nora.
Barnes whimpered something like “Yes.”
“Then,” Nora said, “have one …”
Out of her pocket, she produced the butter-knife shank she had painfully crafted and buried it firmly in Barnes’s shoulder, jamming it between the humerus and the collarbone.
Barnes squealed and, more important, bled.
With a battle cry, she raced out at the largest vampire, cutting him down, then spinning, drawing more to her.
The rest paused just a moment to confirm that the other human held no silver and that the scent of blood came from him. Then they ran at him like pound dogs thrown a slab of meat.
Eph dragged Zack with him, following the Born to the shoreline where the dock began. He watched Mr. Quinlan hesitate a moment, the keg-shaped bomb in his arms, before crossing from the sand onto the wood planking of the long dock.
Nora came running to meet them. Fet was alarmed at her wound, rushing to her. “Who did this to you?” he roared.
“Barnes,” she said. “But don’t worry. We won’t be seeing him again.” She then looked at Mr. Quinlan. “You have to go! You know you can’t wait for daylight.”
The Master expects that. So I will stay. This is perhaps the last time we will see the sun.
“We’re going now,” said Eph, Zack pulling at his arm.
“I’m ready,” said Fet, starting toward the dock.
Eph raised his sword, holding the point near Fet’s throat. Fet looked at him, anger rising.
“Just me,” Eph said.
“What the … ?” Fet used his own sword to bat Eph’s away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Eph shook his head. “You stay with Nora.”
Nora looked from Fet to Eph.
“No,” said Fet. “You need me to do this.”
“She needs you,” said Eph, the words stinging as he spoke them. “I have Mr. Quinlan.” He looked back at the dock, needing to go. “Get to a skiff and sail downriver. I’ve gotta give Zack to Ann and William, to get him out of here. I’ll tell them to be looking for you.”
Nora said, “Let Mr. Quinlan set the detonator. You just drop him off.”
“I have to make sure it’s set. Then I’ll be along.”
Nora hugged him hard, then stepped back. She lifted Zack’s chin to look at his face, to try to give him some confidence or consolation. The boy blinked and looked away.