Page 55 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

“I know that now,” Brock said.

“I’m still not going without a fight,” Collin said and managed to pull his arms free. He leaped into the air and flipped before kicking off the crumbling wall and landing behind us.

“I told you I wasn’t going to go down so easily,” he said.

“Maybe so,” Brock said. “But you are going to go down.”

The three of us launched ourselves at Collin. We were a cyclone of punches and kicks… all trying to outmaneuver Collin and end the fight before it went on for too much longer. Either Brock or Silas managed to land the disarming blow. I didn’t have a chance to see exactly who.

Once again, Brock and I took an arm. This time, we held onto him tightly.

Silas approached with all the fury of hell in his eyes.

It took everything in me to keep Collin from breaking free of my grip. He kept struggling against me, trying to yank his arm from my stony grasp. I was sure Brock was dealing with the same. It wasn’t working though. Not this time.

“Monsters! All of you,” Collin snapped. “Disgusting, filthy creatures.”

Silas smirked. “Unlike you, right?”

“I didn’t have a choice… that’s why I came back here. To kill all of you. You’re all going to die!” Collin said.

He continued to mumble and snap and spit curses and slander toward us. The man had lost his mind. He was insane and practically rabid. He needed to be put down before he could do any further damage.

Silas smiled and placed his hands on either side of Collin’s face. “Good luck with that.”

I squeezed my eyes closed.

I wasn’t squishy in any sense of the word, but there was something about a vampire beheading that sent unnatural chills through my body. I hated the sight and closed my eyes against the image. I only wished I could somehow shut out the sound as well.

There was nothing else like it and there was never a day that goes by without me remembering the sound.

Silas twisted Collin’s head to the side, snapping bone and tearing tendons. The noise it made was sickening and hollow. Especially with the way the muscles stretched like elastic before snapping free. Blood soaked through Collin’s headless body’s shirt, flowing over my arm, soaking it in the stench of poisoned blood.

A loud thud hit the floor.

It was finally over.

I opened my eyes and frowned at the head that lay on its side, staring blankly at the floor.

Then Silas moved and the three of us faced each other without a word. No one needed to state just how close of a call we just had. No one needed to verbally admit how close to our demise we were. No one needed to point the finger. We all knew.

Footsteps softly shuffled toward us.

“Is it over?” she asked.

The three of us turned to face Cindy. Relief flooded through me.

“I thought I told you to stay put until I came and got you,” I said.

She shrugged and smiled. “Oops?”

Indeed, this woman was going to be my downfall.

25

CINDY

I barely had a chance to fully dress before Brock was dragging me out of the room and down to where explosions of what sounded like cannon fire came from. Each boom shook the entire mansion. Cracks appeared in the walls and the floor, and I clung to the railing for dear life while descending the stairs.

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