Off the Australia Coast, the Present:
Back on the deck, Pandora interrogated the men. “I’m looking
for my friend. She’s a Gypsy, looks a bit older than me, more tanned, not quite
as hot.”
“We’re just simple fishermen,” Donahue lied. “We haven’t
seen any women.”
“Strewth, mate!” his companion exclaimed. “You know her mate
will tell her different when he comes up from the hold. Look hun, there was a
sheila we met in Africa who we gave a lift to. Brought her all the way to Oz at
no charge, ‘cause we’re really nice
blokes. But she fell off the side of the boat and became crocodile bait. Now if
you don’t want the same to happen to you, then I suggest you leave now.”
“Zip it and help me throw her overboard before her mate
comes back.” Donahue lunged at Pandora.
The strawberry blonde vampire dodged to one side and sank
her fangs into Donahue’s neck, draining his blood in seconds. She tossed his
bloodied corpse over the railing and turned to his friend. He pivoted to flee,
but Pandora leapt onto him, ripping his throat with her trenchant fangs. She
slurped the last ounce of his blood from him and lugged his lifeless body to
the bulwark, heaving it over the side of the ship. She gazed into the blue
waters below at the blurry white forms surrounding the two bodies in a feeding
frenzy.
Callum came up from the hold and belched. He was carrying
two large sacks filled with rhino horns
and elephant tusks he had stumbled upon. His eyes followed Pandora’s gaze to
the turbulent, and now crimson, waters below. “Great white sharks. The Aussie
national fish. Impressive creatures, aren’t they?” He looked around the deck.
“Where are our friends?”
Pandora scrunched her nose and grimaced. “They slipped.”
Callum gazed back into the water. “I see.” He turned to
Pandora. “I saw signs that your mate, Lupe, was held captive in the hold. But
it looks like she escaped, perhaps wounded.”
Pandora sighed. “They fed her to the sharks. We had our
differences, but we were becoming friends. Lupe didn’t deserve to go like
that.”
“No one deserves to cark it like that.” Callum gazed back
into the ocean at the vanishing remains of the pair of slave traders and
smugglers. “Well, hardly anyone.” He paused. “I’m sorry about your cobber,
mate. I’m sure she was a fine sheila.”
Pandora grimaced. “I don’t know how I’m going to break the
news to Cody. He and his sister were incredibly close.” Pandora noticed the
sacks Callum was holding. “What’s in the bags?”
The Vampires & Werewolves You Only Think You Know!
Fangs & Fur, Book One: Flashbacks
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