Peter peered over the wall to see a small compound, illuminated by the dark blue sky of the early morning. They were in the middle of a desert, but it was the perfect place for the vampires to hide. Turning his attention to Red, he spotted the masked woman loading silver bullets into a rifle magazine, her hood obscuring any details. A tuft of red hair popped out beneath hiding.
“Sure this is it?” Peter whispered.
“Yup,” Red muttered in response.
“So… listen, um… I’m sorry, but I still can’t grasp this situation.”
“I understand. It’s difficult for you to accept the truth, but this is it: your girlfriend’s been targeted by a vampire. He’s had Allyson in his sights and wants her.”
“Want her? What for?”
“Carnal pleasures of the flesh. That’s why he didn’t kill her, not anyways. He’s had plans for her.”
“What kind of plans?” His heart ached a little. They’d been forced to wait all night for the vampires to rest once more. He hated to imagine what Valko had been doing with Allyson this whole time.