Page 87 of My Dark Obsession
Bri grabbed my arm and stopped me, turning me to face her, “Stop. Wait!”
The horrid feeling of whatever was inside of Cole still slithered through my veins, but something about Bri’s touch sent shivers down my back. Her usual warm brown eyes seemed cold, angry almost. The power vibrating through my body rebelled against her touch, unkeen to be in her presence.
Her faced changed, hardened as she straightened up, brushing her hands along her perfectly styled pink sundress.
Nodding to me she said, “Go. I’ll distract your men.”
Well, I wasn’t going to argue with that. Nodding back to her once, I rushed out the back door, squeezing past empty crates of Rí’s liquor glasses. I snuck down the back alley before I spotted the cobbled pathway to the Dead Village.
I knew they were going to be mad, but I just couldn’t wait. This entire time if I had just accepted the Darkness within me, my powers would have appeared, and I could have gone back for them sooner. My stomach swirled with a coldness I only recognised as fear. My chest constricted and I knew, something was wrong, so very wrong and I knew they needed me.
I was getting my boys.
Thirty-Two
‘Siren’s Song- Siren Carmen’
Rí
I dragged the Vamps from the bar, throwing them to the floor and snickered at their pathetic whimpers. They knew better then to cause trouble in my bar. It was a place for the misfits and shifters to come and wind down, relax in a place that didn’t judge who or what you were, but these Vamps were constantly causing unneeded trouble.
I knew my Mate didn’t find fear in the chaos that was around her. I knew she liked the idea of causing pain to those who deserved it.
So I didn’t hold back.
I grabbed the greasy hair of the one closest to me, swearing in disgust at the feel of it on my hand, andslammed his head to my knee. The satisfactory crunch of his skull had my dragon chuffing with amusement.
Another greasy haired fucker ran at me, eyes blood shot, and teeth descended and sharp. Wrapping my hand around his throat I snapped a fang from his mouth, chuckling at his scream before spinning his head in a full circle, the skin of his neck now twisted and mangled.
The only way to kill a vampire was to rip out their hearts or burn them. I was just having fun for once. My Mate had taught me that bringing pain to others that really pissed me off could change my mood of the day entirely.
And she was, of course, correct.
“Having fun there?” rasped a glassy eyed Ziel as I snapped the arms back of the vampire whose skull was now indented and had tried to crawl away. I obviously ripped too hard, because the arms now hung useless in my hands, pools of blood gathering at my feet.
Ziel tutted as he pulled a vial from his leather jacket and collected the blood.“Its good money you know,” he rasped as he popped the lid back on.
I clapped him on the back before informing him, “We don’t need money.”
My lair was full of riches that could fulfil even our great grandchildren and their children and so on and so forth. The thought of children with Amaya had my cock straining against my now stained jeans. The idea of filling her with my come, watching the utter bliss on her face as I filled her deep was arousing as hell. Great now I was hard whilst killing vamps.
Grinning wide, I threw the vampire with a missing fang his way, fully enjoying the burning smell of his fleshas Ziel released his blue soul-eating flames. He needed this, needed to let loose just as much as I did.
We were brothers now, connected to the one thing that would always come first to us both: Amaya. This was another bonding moment for us, another way to relish in the darkness that Amaya loved so much.
I knew Cole was in the bar somewhere; the strong smell of Cedarwood and White Witch had tickled my nose in an irritating way. I couldn’t intervene, even if I really wanted to smash his pretty face into my bar. I needed to let him approach Amaya. I just hoped the prick would hurry up and make things right for her. My Mate deserved the world and more.
Once the vampires were nothing but ash and burning embers on the stone floor, we both frowned at each other and turned to look in the direction of my bar. A soothing melody floated from the open doors, its soft lyrical hymn wrapping around us like a warming hug. I had to get closer. I had to hear more. Nothing mattered but that melody of angels.
My legs pushed forward, moving me towards the doors as my hands became slack at my sides. My eyes grew heavy, and my heart slowed to match its soft hymn. I ignored the way my dragon raged inside of me, clawing at my insides demanding he get out.
Why would I let him out?
The melody was one of perfection, one of utter calm and peace. It was pureness in itself. And I needed to be close to it. I needed to find the source of it. It sung just for me. Only for me. I didn’t care that others heard it. I could feel it soothing my body like a hot spring that lapped at my muscles
I knew a body beside me followed me into the bar; knew it also followed the hymn of angels. I knew it also ignored the thorned vines that slapped at its slack face.
Nothing could stop us; we had to be close to the music.
