The car had run off the road, over the berm, down the steep embankment, through the brittlewoods, and plunged into the river. Great hanging booms and pedestaled shutter-boxes, coils of boa-thick rubber cable and batteries of klieglights. And would again, if he moved again. I wanted to tell him to stop, to not say anymore, but he didn't, he kept on.
I aimed for a headshot, and got it. Anita, yo, we're out of here. The headache burst full-blown behind my eye, and the world was a trembling thing. I tried sidestepping, and the vampire moved with me, not threatening, but not letting me through either.
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