The pub was a mess. I hadn’t see a costumer for a couple days but I had sure seen the enemy. Whether this was THE enemy I didn’t know yet.
The initial attack on the pub and blown the main doors in. Tequila and myself found refuge behind the bar (just a note, the bar is a perfect bunker, I had it strengthened and bulletproofed a long time ago) and I was started returning fire with my BFG almost immediately. I wasn’t worried about Pint, the little beagle is immortal for all I know. The one thing is many people have tried to catch and hurt Pint but he just goes incorporeal on you and you can’t do it. Tequila was a different matter. She was dressed only in he barmaid outfit and wasn’t armed. I fixed the last part by giving her the baseball bat under the bar.
The enemy in front of me? Bikers and they were armed with chains, guns and explosives. I couldn’t tell how many their were, I just kept firing. They were wearing blood red jackets and the insignias marked them as The Bloodsuckers. God I hate vampires and biker vampires are just an oddity; I had heard of this gang but they had always left me alone. I don’t have problems with bikers in general but if you attack my front door be prepared to pay the price biker or no. My BFG is a frightful weapon to face.
The nature of that first battle escaped me. I fired my Gun, the bikers would approach the door and fire in. Two bikers actually entered the pub and tried to get me with their chains. I shot one of their bikes and it vaporized from underneath them. The other bike turned and went along side the fallen rider, she grabbed the fallen bike and they rode double out the doors. After that the cavalry showed up in the form Colonel Gin and his revolver, Scotch and his Claymore, and Bourbon and his derringer . Don’t laugh, he has modified that to be a precise weapon with laser like effect. It is almost as powerful as my BFG. What followed was the four of us holding off the gang. I lost track at that point of all the details. The three of us with guns kept firing and Scotch watched the doorway. In the end the Bloodsuckers decided that this was not going to be as easy as they thought. They left in a large gunning of motors and disappeared.
The next couple days had them raiding from time to time to keep us on edge. Nothing as serious as the first time, but still dangerous. We fortified he outside wall do he pub and courtyard. We even rehung the main doors. The thing that was helping was Naphtha’s connection with the pub which caused damage to regenerate although with all the damage being done she was overwhelmed by the amount of things to be regenerated. She was concentrating on the big stuff and letting the little things slide. Pint was are infallible alarm and thanks to him we always had good warning when they were coming.
We were under siege and that meant no one was getting out and no one was getting in so far. I put up most of the folks that were not fighters in the cellar. I figured we had enough stuff to last a couple weeks but after that we would start to starve. Thankfully there were more fighters than one would think. The fairies for instance took up swords, the Champagnes took the apartment loft above the pub where their studio was and they were armed far more than you think two nudists would be. Campeche used her magic from time to time but she confirmed that the bikers were vampires. They had some resistance to magic.
After a couple of days of this one of them appeared under a white flag. He drove up to the doorway of the pub and dropped off an envelop and took off without a word. I open the front doors under guard and retrieved the envelop. It was a single demand – ‘Give us Sherry!’ I had put Sherry in the cellar with her husband Vodka. I now knew this was related to THE evil that was coming. Sherry’s baby was the target and if they could get ahold of the baby by having its mother before it was born… God we need to stop this.
“Boss, What do they want?”
“Sherry and her baby.”
“We can’t do that!”
“I know, we have to fight.”
From that moment on everyone became very grim. The steeled themselves and worked hard. The boarded up windows, sandbagged the doors and even made a few Molotov cocktails with some of my theology. I had to stop one batch.
“Pina, you can’t use that as a fiery cocktail.”
‘Why not boss?”
“It is too powerful, it would destroy us along with them.”
After that thought I wondered if it would come to that anyway. I kept the stuff close at hand in the center of the pub. A pyrrhic victory was better than having the bloodsucking Bloodsuckers have Sherry and her baby. The only thing positive I could see was they would not nuke the place because they wanted her alive. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was Tequila. She was still holding the baseball bat I had given her and looking grim.
‘Boss, this is bad. It is more than I was expecting.”
“I know, me too. I can see now the plan. Wear us down with this siege and then strike when we are weakened. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Seven Deadly Sins and their Master attack all at once after that with probably a surprise ally. The plan is clear, the players are not so clear. I don’t know who is behind this and I don’t know who else might be with them.”
“We will be alright boss. I trust your leadership.”
With that she leaned over and kissed me again. I didn’t fight it. I could have I suppose but she did have a baseball bat. I just released my love back to her and she to me. When she parted from me she looked at me warmly with that confident look that told me she completely trusted me. It made me feel good and a little more confident we would live through this. Women can do that to a man.
“Boss!”, it was Margareta, “Pint is growling.”
Here we go again.
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