Page 105 of All Your Bloody Lies

It holds all the energy to keep someone alive. That’s the true heart of everyone’s life.

This is what I’m seeking, and as he whimpers and shifts under my weight, I lean forward and open my mouth. It seeps through his, and with it, his last breath.

I truly don’t like the way I feel when I lose control, when I’m overfed, but right now, I don’t care. The moment that life hits my Amoro, my skin turns to fire. From the tip of my scalp all the way to my toes, I am shocked with power, ready to release it.

I haven’t used my legs in I’m not sure how long, possibly days, so I stand cautiously. My hands are completely black, but it stops at my elbows. Damn it all—the venom! That piece of shit! It wasn’t enough for me to completely pull my Amoro to the surface.

“No matter…” I whisper and look down at Zade, who is now a shriveled corpse, “They’ll all die.” At least my vision has returned, and I am no longer in a constant state of blur.

With as much force as I can manage, I crush Zade’s skull with my heel, which protests, feeling the splinter of his bone piercing it. The gush of blood and its splatter up my leg makes me smile.

The jiggle of the door handle makes me shoot my gaze in its direction. I can now tell I’m in a barn, but it looks more like a slaughterhouse. Cows and deer alike hang from hooks, and I’m surprised I hadn’t smelled how bad it stunk in here until just now.

I’m gone as the door opens, slipping back into the darkness and seeking to watch my next prey as he rushes toward the downed Zade.

“Shit!”

His scream is thunderous, and the moment I see his features, I recognize who it is. “Kit…” I hiss, the anger in my grumbly tone echoing straight to his ears. He’s the son of a bitch that connected me to the twins. I should have told Kairhyse about him being at the party.

When his head whips around, looking from where the sound came from, I’m standing in front of him. Before another word filters from his throat to call for help, his head is nearly decapitated. Hanging barely from the muscles and teetering over his shoulder. The blood jets upward, raining down on me before the thud echoes of his body hitting the ground.

Raising the blade I hold in my hand, I lick the crimson from it and grin. My hemokinesis is back, at least enough for me to make a blade from my blood.

Spinning it between my fingers, I move toward the open door. I can hear four sets of feet running, and my nose twitches with the anticipation of killing all of them.

They’re coming in my direction, and as I emerge from the barn, I’m hit with the scents of the forest. It feels refreshing, but I’m prepared to fill the air with the smell of death.

Four men stop, all different shapes and sizes, but all Shifters. One of them is beginning to shift, his shoulderscontorting, but I won’t give them the time to try and overpower me. No, they’re meaningless lives in comparison to Daigo and that Vampire.

I slice through my wrist, drawing blood and pulling it in front of me. Creating sharp darts, I throw them out toward my victims. As I did to Mathas, they slice through their torsos. They all hit their mark, my blood seeping straight into their bloodstream, and straight to their hearts.

Too easy.

With a simple grip of my hand, my blood wraps around each of the beating organs in their chests and crushes them as though they were paper in my grasp.

I barely register the rushing feet coming in my direction, and quickly dart out of the way, only giving me enough time to avoid being hit. The chocolate hair is all I see before the back of a fist plummets into my face.

Holy Belial, that hurts. I crash into the wooden structure nearly twenty feet back. With a groan, I peel myself from the rubble and grind my teeth together. The female Vampire steps toward me when I see, at the corner of my vision, Daigo.

“Fucking idiot!” he curses. “Gods damn idiots. Lars is going to be pissed.”

“Where is he anyway?” I ask, getting to my feet and rolling my head around my shoulders. “Hmm?”

“Take her head, Molly.”

She straightens her head, her slanted eyes disappearing behind the smile as she stares at me. If I saw her walking down the street, I’d think she was gentle. However, that punch to the face was anything but.

Her speed is inconceivable.

The moment I blink, she’s in front of me. I barely catch her arm that’s coming around to hit my face once again. Her leg is next, and although my forearm takes the brunt of the kick, I’m pretty sure my bone cracks under the sheer force.

I bring my coagulated blood up and throw it across her face. She closes her eyes and mouth, and in that moment, I throw my foreheadagainst hers. The slight stumble back and curse give me enough to throw a kick into her stomach.

Blood comes into my view as I pull it into shards and throw it at her. Her recovery time is quick, and she’s gone from in front of me before they hit their mark.

I drop to my hands and knees as her leg swings to hit me. When I roll, her foot hits the ground, and I feel the force as it shakes below me.

“She’s nearly four hundred years old,” Daigo says through a light laugh.

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