about and stared at him, her arms wrapped around the back of the driver’s seat like she was hugging it in lieu of a parental figure. As the angle of the tilt increased, the suspension adjusted to the redistribution of weight with an undercarriage creak, and then there was some serious snow-squeak as he relocated the butt while the two tires in front stayed where they were. His human peanut gallery, both the one inside the sedan and the one standing next to him, were jawbone-slacked as he let the back of the BMW drop to the ground again.
Heading to the driver’s side, he reopened the door—
“No!” the younger girl screamed as she reared away from him again.
“Oh, please,” he muttered, filling the space she’d vacated behind the wheel.
The engine had been left on, so things were warm. Not that he cared. He put the gearshift in reverse and gently eased some pressure onto the accelerator with his right shitkicker. There was a flare of noise from the hood first, and then a subtle shift of position, the tires grabbing at the snowpack with delicate manners. Using what little traction he had, he coaxed those treads to take more of the slippery meal under them, and more, and more—
The BMW rolled away from the snowbank it had been planted in, and he made sure not to run over Qhuinn as he righted its trajectory down the city street. Hitting the park button, he went to get out—
Like a butterfly, a small hand landed on the battered leather sleeve of his wartime jacket. “Mister?” the younger girl said.
He didn’t want to look into her eyes. So he stared at the speedometer. “Yeah.”
“You’re really strong.”
Z got out and took his sleeve with him. Facing the older of the pair, he said, “Go home. Don’t do this shit again. Your father loves you, that’s why he’s got rules. You think he wants to ruin your life? He’s just trying to make sure you live long enough to trash it on your own terms.”
The girl blinked at him. When she didn’t move, he opened the door wider and indicated the way in with a hand motion that was more annoyed than gallant elder statesman.
“What’s going to happen to him?” the girl asked of Qhuinn.
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
“But it’s my fault. All of this is.”
Zsadist frowned. “Why would you care about us?”
As he heard himself speak, he stamped his shit-kicker. He was supposed to have kept that as an internal thought.
“Are you going to call the police?” she asked.
She was so worried. So horrified. So full of self-blame. And even though humans were of less than no concern to him, he had been through those exact trails of brambles so many times. Especially that last one.
“I’m going to take care of him,” he told her. “Now you gotta go.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
He was about to do another round of what’s-itto-you, but of course she didn’t have a clue they were vampires. How could she?
“Do you know how to get back to the highway?” he demanded.
“I go that way?” she said as she pointed deeper into town.
“No.” He put his hand on her shoulder and pivoted her around to the river. “That way.”
The girl nodded, and for a moment, she seemed like she wanted to give him a hug. Or maybe get one from him. He took a step back.
As a set of headlights flared and the deep rumble of Manny Manello’s mobile surgical unit came down at them, she got into her dad’s car. Going around to that back bumper again, Z pushed to help with traction as she turned the BMW in a circle to face the Hudson. At the last moment, just before he let go, he reached into her and her sister’s brains. Not only did he scrub their memories, he made sure the one with the provisional driver’s license knew exactly how to get back on the highway. Past that, though, she was going to have to get herself to the ’burbs.
“You weren’t all that nice to her,” Qhuinn muttered as the car rolled off at a snail’s pace.
Like its driver was worried that the other snowbanks might spontaneously animate and decide to retaliate for what she had done to their comrade-inheaps.
Z looked down at his brother as Manny’s RV pulled up to them. “Are you going to die right now?”