"VORNHOLT, JOHN - HUMANS BY DAY EVIL BY NIGHT ...." - читать интересную книгу автора (Vornholt John)

He shouted after the coyotes, "Yeah, go on! Get out of here!"

The old coyote with the weird eyes stopped at the corner to look back at
Buffy, and she felt the cramps, the chills, the heaves, and just about
every other warning sign her body was capable of producing.

The animal didn't look annoyed--just curious. Finally it dashed off
after its buds, and their eerie yipping continued to pierce the night
for many minutes.

"They're on the hunt," Willow said cheerfully. "I did a report on
coyotes in zoology, so I know about their habits."

"Don't you think there's something way bizarre about them?" Buffy asked.
"Apart from the fact that coyotes are bizarre, anyway."

"No," Willow answered thoughtfully. "But coyotes are strange. Did you
know, you can train bears, tigers, elephants, and just about every other
creature on earth--but not coyotes. In the wild or in captivity,
coyotes do their own thing. Native Americans have all kinds of tales
about them."

"They're just dumb dogs," Xander said, grinning at Buffy. He put his
arm protectively around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Buff. If you're
scared of those big bow-wows, I'll protect you."

She shook off his gangly arm. "That's real Hercules of you, but as long
as they stay away from us, we'll have no problem."

"Xander is right," Willow said reassuringly. "We see them around here a
lot. Even though coyotes live all over the West, often near urban
areas, it's very rare for them to attack humans."

"I'll remember that." Buffy gave her wispy friend a smile. She didn't
want to get mad at Xander and Willow; after all, it wasn't often they
got to act more macho than the Slayer. Maybe it was just a pack of
especially bold coyotes, new in town, razzing the locals. Still, she
couldn't get the aged eyes of that grizzled coyote out of her mind.

With her heightened senses, Buffy could still hear the coyotes as they
continued their romp through Sunnydale's quiet streets. Their depraved
yowls sounded like a combination of tomcats, wolves, and two-year-old
toddlers. Buffy was glad when the awful yelps faded into the starlit
distance.

"The children of the night," Xander said in his best Bela Lugosi
imitation. "What beautiful music they make."

"You know, he always gave me the creeps," Buffy said, "because I don't
think he knew what he was saying. He, like, learned it phonetically.