Page 18 of Property of Camo

“CHURCH,” Pres calls.

Everyone gets up and follows behind our leader. The club girls moan but know not to say shit, or they will be booted from the club. We offer room and board, for free and willing pussy, but they also get some money to get the girly shit they need.

We take our seats, me to the right of Winger, who bangs the gavel to start church.

“Brother, over to you.”

“Another girl was taken, then found hours later. Drained of all her blood.”

“Will you need to go there to scent her body to find the cunt who did this?” Winger asks him.

“Yeah, Pres. This is the third girl in a month now, but fuck me.” He growls. “I have not sensed any new vamps in the area. So either it is a copycat, a human murderer, or the vamp is carrying a shield.”

There are other vampires here in Salem as well as a shifter supernatural, but for the most part they get along. There is a coven in the north of Salem that can cause trouble every now and then, depending on what moon phase they are in.

We have dealt with them over the years; we have also killed a few of them but they keep fucking adding to their coven. Their leader has a big grudge against Thorin for something that happened many years ago, and he will not let it go.

“Take Camo and Cotton with you. Maybe they can help with their powers,” Pres instructs.

We nod, before he ends church with another bang of the gavel.

Leaving the room, I can sense that Thorin is out for blood, no pun intended, but I know that he is angry that yet another girl has been killed and all suspicions point to a vampire.

“We need to find this fuck and end them before they kill again,” he growls and his eyes turn red, showing his anger.

When he is neutral, his eyes are yellow or gold, but when angry or when he is feeding, they turn red.

I travel with my brother to find out what the hell is happening, and push all thoughts of Skyla out of my head. I know that some shit was said today, and I feel that it is not over, but right now these dying women need my attention more.

8

Skyla

Turning off my office computer, I move over to collect my things.

Slipping a purple hoodie that carries the gym name over my head, I collect my purse and sling the strap over my body.

My phone is tucked into the front pocket and my keys are in hand, in case I need them to fend off an attacker.

Milo meets me at the front door and we lock up together.

“You going to find a hook-up?” I question him with a grin.

He has been working at the gym for a few months now, and is a great addition; plus, he brings in the ladies who love spending their money to see him work out.

“Always.” He winks.

“You are such a man-slut, Milo.” I giggle.

“Damn straight. Have you seen me? I am hot, babe. The guys love touching this.” He gestures up and down his body with his hands.

“Get out of here, you slut.” I step to my car and unlock it, Milo making sure that I am okay before he drives off.

Before I can climb into my car, I hear a sound from the side of the building. I know that I should not check it out on my own, but fuck it. Looking up and down the street to make sure that no one will jump me from behind, I move closer.

As I step forward more, I hear a sniffle, like a crying sound.

“Who is there? I won’t hurt you.” I soften my voice as I inch closer.

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