Page 11 of Fangs & Freaks
He shrugs his shoulder, most likely using every ounce of energy he has to pull away from me. “Go away. I called for her to help, and she left. She did nothing. I’d give her anything.” His voice is so weak and he’s speaking nonsense, but even the broken rasp of it stirs something unfamiliar in me.
“Your sister sent us. Now, we need to get your ass out of here before they catch wind of our presence.”
“Not her. Just let me die,” he mumbles as he curls more into himself.
What does he mean, not her? Who else would be stupid enough to come to us for help, especially knowing that at some point we may question if she’s truly what she claims to be? But there’s no time to dwell on that. We need to get the fuck out of here. I pull out my phone and send Warrick a quick message, letting him know I have our prize.
“Okay, unicorn, you’re either going to get up on your own two feet and let me help you out of here, or your ass better be shifting into a sparkly horned horse so I can ride you out of here as I kill anyone who tries to stop us. The choice is yours.”
He just grunts and it looks like we’re doing this the hard and less fun and flashy way. Sadly. I was looking forward to riding a unicorn, having him lower his head and ram his horn up some Obsidian bitch’s ass.
This poor dude has lost it. I let out a groan, knowing he’s not going to be any help getting out of this building and that I’m going to have to practically drag him out of here. So much for a quick in-and-out operation.
I grip him under his armpits and stand, pulling him with me until he’s standing on both feet, but the mass of his weight is on me. Based on his build, I imagine he was larger, but his time here has emaciated him, turning him into this weakened form.
As I step out into the hallway, I see Anton pulling the last of the two guards into the room across the hallway, wedging the door, keeping them locked inside.
I hear a noise and turn to look, needing to know if there was someone hiding in wait, ready to jump me from behind. My eyes go wide at the vision before me. Standing in the room, in the very spot that Varys was just lying, is the most exotic, beautiful, creepy looking woman I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a long black cloak with the hood pulled over her head. Strands of white hair hang freely around her shoulders, and her skin is just as pale as her hair. The only thing considered color found on her is the dark makeup around her eyes and on her lips. Her cold black eyes stare back at me.
I’m in awe, love, lust, whatever you want to call it, but something about her is a siren to my dead heart. I glance back at Varys. Even filthy and weak, there’s something also captivating about him.
“Do you want me to take him?” Anton’s voice pulls my attention from her for a moment and when I look back, she’s gone.What the fuck. Now I’m seeing shit.
“No, I got him. Just stay focused and let’s get the hell out of here, back to some pussy at the clubhouse.”
“Hell yeah.” Anton lets out in a whispered hoot, knowing anything louder could expose us to the Obsidian guards. Ones the organization really needs to take a closer look at if we were able to break inside without a fuss.
We retrace our steps, moving swiftly down the hallway toward the stairwell. I glance at Varys slumped against me, and for a moment, I’m struck by the peculiar beauty in his defiance—even now, injured and groaning, he holds a kind of dark allure. I shake off the thought and look longingly at the elevator as we pass it, desire creeping through me, wishing we could use it. It would save time and energy, but it would leave us vulnerable and place us on their radar. We make sure to keep to the walls, avoiding any cameras and stopping at each floor as we descend the stairs, ensuring no patrols have caught on to our presence.
We reach the bottom of the stairwell—then we hear it, the sound of distant voices.
Both Anton and I swear under our breath. Guess our luck has run out and they've figured out we’re inside. They wouldn’t need to be rocket scientists to know what we broke into this shithole.
We have nowhere to go but forward, toward the voices. Going up only leads us to a dead end with no way to escape.
“Just leave me. Let me die,” Varys groans as his body goes limp. “I’m dead weight and my life means nothing.”
That’s where he’s wrong. It does mean something; whether it’s good or bad, that's the question. Being supernatural is one thing, but being a long thought extinct creature is another. Once word of his existence makes it to the black market, he’ll be chased until he’s captured.
His breath fans against my neck, and I feel a pang of something unfamiliar—protectiveness, maybe, but it carries heat. I grit my teeth and shove it aside.
The voices get closer, and when I look in front of me, I see at least ten armed guards rushing toward us.
“Looks like we get to fight.” I can’t help but bounce back and forth on the balls of my feet with giddy excitement, jostling a very injured Varys, who lets out a screech of pain. “Sorry,” I mumble.
Just as I begin to formulate a plan of what to do with Varys while I tear my fangs through these cocksuckers, gunfire rings out behind them.
Warrick! It’s the only logical conclusion. Time to have some fun. I hand Varys over to Anton and take off, using my enhanced speed to become a blur to those with mortal vision. I grab hold of the first body I get to and spin him around, pulling his back close to my chest and his head to the side as I expose my fangs, flipping them out like a switchblade. An evil laugh explodes from me as I sink my teeth in, sucking his blood from his body. The coppery taste overwhelms me, sending me into a euphoric high only comparable to one you’d experience with sex.
Only when I’ve drunk more than I should, enough to leave him dying, do I snap his neck and drop him to the floor, quickly grasping the next victim, and doing the same.
The gunfire stops and all that’s left is the sound of imminent death as Warrick joins me in draining the last two men of the Obsidian Circle left standing in the hallway.
“Took you long enough,” I comment as I drop the corpse to the floor, stepping over him to head to Anton. I swear I see the same woman standing behind him and Varys, and then just like before, she disappears before my eyes.What the fuck?Is there somekind of gas leak in this fucking place? I take Varys back in my arms and turn back towards Warrick. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before this place fucks with my mind any more.”
We manage to make it out of the building into the alleyway where our getaway van is waiting. The men climb into the backand I hand the unicorn up to them before moving around the side of the van, climbing into the passenger seat. I lean out the window, taking one final look back at the building.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Warrick asks from the driver’s seat as he shifts into gear and takes off. He’s ready to put as much distance between us and the building as he can. As soon as the Obsidian Circle knows we took their cash cow, they’ll be planning their next move on us.
