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

And why did he walk around with his cape in front of his mouth? Did he
have bad breath? All the vampires I know like to have their fangs
hanging out, primed and ready."

"I'm going to pass on ice cream," Willow said with a yawn. "It's time
to go home--to dream of returning to school and ending this pointless
existence."

"It's called vacation," Xander insisted. "The absence of work, the
natural state of being, the purpose of life."

"It's boring," Willow said. "But maybe it will pick up this weekend."

"Maybe it will," Buffy agreed, taking a last look around the quiet
suburban neighborhood.

Buffy never slept well or deeply anymore, and it didn't take much to
jolt her out of bed like a rocket.

Still dressed in a clinging sleeveless shirt, she rolled out of bed onto
her bare feet and listened to the disturbing sounds coming through her
bedroom window. The warm night air brought demented yapping that was
unmistakablewthe coyotes were on the hunt! They were nearby, coming
closer.

She knew instinctively that it was the same pack of coyotes they had met
earlier that night. Although it was now close to four o'clock in the
morning, they weren't done terrorizing the neighborhood yet.

Truthfully, Buffy relished an opportunity to observe the pack without
those skeptics, Xander and Willow, slowing her down. She had never seen
coyotes that bold, and she wanted to keep an eye on them.

Rising like a wave, the eerie yapping passed over her house like an
aural ghost. Buffy pulled on a pair of jeans and her tennis shoes,
crawled out the window, and scurried down the roof. By the time she
jumped to the ground, all she got was a glimpse of the pack as they
charged brazenly down the middle of the street. In the lead was a swift
blond canine, clutching something white in its mouth.

In a frenzy of demented yapping, the others chased it down an alley and
were gone a second later. Although she doubted whether she could catch
them, Buffy was about to try when she heard a frenzied shout. She
turned to see a middle-aged woman in a nightgown bearing down on her.

"Stop them! Stop them!" the woman screamed.

"My baby!"

"Your baby!" Buffy said with a gasp. Had they really snatched a baby?