Page 57 of A Vampire Bewitched
She decided to go take a look around the building. Ask the security guards if they’d seen anything, see what she could find out. If nothing came out of that, then she’d give Aiden a call.
Back at the elevator, she hit the button that would take her to the underground garage. It was the only way either of them would have come in. The elevators in the lobby didn’t go past the human floors.
Her heart pounded as she quickly rose up to the next floor. As the doors opened, she saw the guards standing at their station and hurried over to question them.
Unfortunately, neither of them remembered seeing either of the guys the night before. Shea thanked them and headed out to the street to have a look around.
She didn’t make it past the first block before a van with black windows pulled up alongside her. Shea’s scream of pain was muffled as a rag was shoved in her mouth and she was thrown in the back.
The doors shut, blocking out the lights of the city.
Chapter 30
They’d walked in silence for about 25 minutes when Nik pulled up suddenly. He raised an arm to stop Emma and put his finger to his lips. Narrowing his eyes, he cocked his head and listened. It was quiet. Too quiet. No crickets. No nocturnal animals. He searched the area around them but didn’t see anything other than the tree leaves twirling slightly in the breeze.
Nothing.
But something wasn’t right. He could feel it. Closing his eyes, he sent his senses out farther, blending them into the night.
Yes.There.Something was coming.
Nik looked around again. They’d been following the rock face at the bottom of the mountain range that concealed their hideout, and he quietly steered Emma toward a narrow ravine in the stone large enough for her to squeeze into.
He kept his voice as low as he could. “Emma, I need you to stay here. Do not come out until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“What is it?” she whispered. Her eyes were wide and terrified as they travelled over his face.
“Just stay here. Do not make a sound. Do NOT move. No matter what happens.” Removing her backpack, he pushed her toward the opening. “Got your knife out?”
She pulled it out and showed him.
He nodded with approval. “Anything sticks its face in here, stab it. It will slow them down enough for you to get away.”I hope.
Once she was hidden out of sight, he turned around, dropped his bag, and paced a few feet away from her hiding place. Far enough to not draw attention to it, but close enough to help her if she needed him. Hopefully, they’d be too distracted by him to notice her in there.
Standing perfectly still in that disconcerting way vampires had, he waited. Every cell inside of him was focused on one purpose and one purpose only.
Protect his female.
He didn’t have long to wait. They came at him out of nowhere and all at once, six of them.
What the fuck? What the hellwerethese things?
Exactly as Emma had described, these must be the “monsters” she’d told him about. They rushed him, and the shock of their appearance quickly wore off. Adrenaline rushed through him and Nik smiled, flashing his fangs. His body immediately prepared itself for the fight—and for revenge.
With a roar, he grabbed the closest one by the head with both hands. Its razor sharp teeth inches from his face, he twisted it sharply to the side until he felt the grey flesh tearing and the neck bones popping. Red eyes bugged out of its head right before they glazed over in death.
Launching the limp body into the creature coming at him from the front, Nik shot out a left elbow and grinned as he felt bones crack beneath it. He followed it up with a back kick, knocking two more away from him.
A low spin kick to the knee took the next one down. Yanking his knife out of his thigh sheath, he dropped on top of it, jerked the head up, and slit a gash in its throat so deep only a few tendons kept it attached.
As he shot to his feet, the remaining four came at him with supernatural speed. Fists, elbows and kicks flying, fangs tearing into putrid flesh, Nik blocked out everything but the exhilaration of the fight. His roars of rage mixed with their shrieks of agony as bones crunched and blood spattered. For a few heart-stopping minutes, it was hard to tell who was coming out on top.
And then, suddenly, it was over.
Nik swung around with fists up, prepared to kill anything else coming at him, but nothing moved. His chest heaved with his ragged breaths, his head throbbed from a particularly vicious blow he took, and his fangs ached to rip through more flesh. Blood dripped from his mouth and down his chest and arms, some of it his own, the rest of it belonging to the pieces of shit disintegrating all around him.
As the high of the fight dissipated and awareness slowly returned, he straightened up. “Emma? Emma!”
