A snarl rose from his lips they curled, barring his teeth. “You dare tell me what you will and won’t do?”

“Where is the Folded Cross?” I asked.

He looked at me oddly. “Why would you need the Folded Cross, little one?”

“Little one?” I really fucking hated his attitude. I may not be three hundred years old, but I was old enough to have earned some respect. What I needed was to put a stake in this vampire’s heart.

I looked around the room, but all the furniture seemed very well put together, especially for a cabin. There weren’t random stakes lying around for me to try out on him, either. How the hell did one even get wood through a human body without using the craziest amount of force? I had no idea.

My left hand started to tingle, and I looked down. The purple light was going off, making little lightning bolts all around my palm. What the heck? Purple lightning? Okay. What am I supposed to do with this?

Ohhhhhhhh.

I primed my right hand with the green light. Once while practicing I’d actually mixed the bolts up I had some pretty stunning effects, like blowing me across the room. In this case, it might work well if I crossed the wires on Joachim.

I fired up both my hands, feeling the energy pulsate through my body and out through my limbs. I closed my eyes, grounded my leg strongly in the earth, feeling the energy of the earth holding me down and keeping me rooted while the lightning energy coursed through the rest of me and grounded itself down in the earth.

The energy built up in each of my hands as I held them down to my sides. Slowly Joachim turned to look at me, suddenly realizing things weren’t exactly as he expected. I wasn’t going to go docilely. But by then it was too late. The energy balls had built up so much in my hands I was able to aim them directly at him.

I released the energy that was in turmoil inside me.

A huge sizzle, crackle, and zing flew from my hands and blew the vampire to the other side of the room. He hit the wall with a smashing blow, but that only seemed to make him angrier.

He stood up and I screamed as he raised his head towards me. Half his jaw was missing! Blood dripped from the open wound.

He flew at me with a speed I couldn’t comprehend. His hands were around my throat, and I was smashed up against the wall.

“I could kill you like a little bug,” he spat in my face. “Except you are the key and must be delivered with the package.”

“No,” I said. “I will not be used for your agenda.”

I was way past being other people’s punching bag. I stretched out my hand and using all my strength, I called a piece of burnt wood from the fireplace into my hand.

It slammed into my palm as if magnetized to it and in a fleeting second, I twisted my wrist and slammed the spike deep into the vampire’s heart. He looked at me in shock, his eyes open wide, his ghoulish features horrific with his face wound. He gave me a slow half-smile from the good side of his face.

Fuck.

“You have no idea what you have unleashed, little bug,” Joachim sputtered blood as he spoke, his hands clutching the spike. “This is a portal town. That cemetery protects one of the most ancient portals in all New Attica. It has three access points, and all sorts of horrors can come through it.”

He twisted the spike in his own heart as I watched black goo start to drop out of him.

“Goodbye, little bug,” he gave me one final gory grin before pulling the spike out of his body.

I thought he might heal, but it was too late, his body began to dissolve and dry and flake until he crumbled and fell to the floor in a pile of faded ashes.

I fell forward on my knees, pent-up emotions from the kidnapping of Anita and the fear of her death and even the fear of me dying flooded through me.

I had survived.

Anita had survived.

The vampire threat was gone..

Chapter 33

“Holy fuck, that was badass,” Anita’s voice floated into the cabin from the doorway. She peered over the shoulder of a giant cougar who was standing on all fours sniffing the air.

Branson was a giant mammoth size cougar! I wanted to cuddle him so bad right now.