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Vampire Strike by
David L. Robbins
PROLOGUE
The Vampires were aboard.

Ethan Hogue felt his skin tingle as he gazed at the forest bordering the
asphalt road. On both sides the dense walls of murky vegetation reared
toward the inky sky and the canopy of stars. He heard a rustling noise to
his left and raised the lantern in his right hand overhead to increase the
radius of its illumination.

"Did you hear something, Ethan?" his sister asked nervously.

"No," Ethan lied. "No, Greta, I didn't."

Greta glanced at the lantern, then at the trees to the left. She knew he
was lying, but she refrained from reprimanding him. He was trying to
quell her anxiety, and she loved him the more for his concern. "How far
are we from Aguanga?"

Ethan stared down the roadway. "A mile. Maybe less."

"We should hurry," Greta urged. She brushed at her blonde bangs.

"Fine by me," Ethan said with a forced nonchalance.

They increased their pace.

Ethan placed his left hand on the Astra Model 357, snug in its brown
leather holster on his left hip. The feel of the checkered walnut stocks
reassured him and served to calm his jittery nerves. Perhaps he was
wrong, he told himself. Perhaps the rustling he'd been hearing for the past
five minutes was nothing more than the breeze stirring the nearby foliage.
Or perhaps the cause was a harmless nocturnal animal. He shook his head
to clear his mind of a vague premonition of doom. What a dope! He was
letting his worry get the better of him! A few lousy noises and he was
ready to crap his pants! The Vampires had not been reported in the
vicinity of Aguanga in over a year.

So why was he getting all bent out of shape?

Ethan grinned at his idiocy, his brown eyes twinkling.