club. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. If it came to a fight in here, it would be a slaughter. Too many Mundane casualties. They couldn’t chance it.
“Get out of the god damn way!” he roared. Really roared. Cat flinched in his arms and several woman screamed. But enough of the milling, sheep-like group in front of the doors scattered that Drei could shoulder his way through the last few feet.
Em felt some of the tension in his neck ease as the cool night air washed over his face. He glanced down at Cat. The smooth, round curves of her cheeks were pale. Her slender fingers were curled tightly in his t-shirt. She was chewing at her lower lip. When she realized he was looking at her, she met his eyes, her purple-blue gaze frightened. “What’s going on, Emilian?”
Hearing her say his name in her soft voice sent an immediate, hard spike of desire into his gut. But now was not the time to be thinking about his dick. He could smell the vamps, the powdery sweet scent of their cool skin making his nose itch.
“I see ‘em,” Grig growled. “There’s four coming through the back of the club. Fast. At least one is Icing.”
“Motherfuck,” Em spat. That was bad news. A ‘normal’ vamp was bad enough. But some of their race got the bonus pack when they turned. Special abilities. Like Icing. He flashed a look behind them and saw the tall, skeletal form of the vampire moving forward through the crowd. It appeared as if the creature was moving forward in jerky stop motion.
Icing, the ability to freeze time around them while they kept moving, was a common extra ability. It was only a few second bursts at a time, but sometimes that’s all it took to win a fight. Fucking vampires. Em’s only consolation came from how wiped it left them afterwards. This cadaverous fuck was using up all his juice in order to reach them.
They really wanted the woman. “Let’s go,” he snarled at Drei and Grig. They were completely free of the club, hustling down the alley. It was dark, pitch dark, and smelled of piss and garbage. Bile burned in the back of Em’s throat. The stench was overpowering to his sensitive nose. He tucked Cat’s head under his chin, tipping his face down to inhale the clean aroma of her.
He ran with her held to his chest, head down, legs pumping, as fast as he could through the dark. Her breathing was ragged with fear and her fingers were tugging at his chest hair as they curled into his shirt, but she didn’t cry or squirm. Pretty impressive, considering everything that had happened so far.
They made it five blocks before the vamps caught up. Four of them, like Grig had said. Three were regular vamps, males with slightly pale skin, dark smudges under their eyes, and lank hair. Most of the vampires they came in contact with looked like that. As if they spent a little too much time in the basement playing Call of Duty. A little spindly and unwell. But looks were deceiving. Even a vamp without the toy surprise was fast and strong and vicious.
“Em,” Drei spun on his feel to face the vampires, eyes blazing as he studied the gaunt visage of the leader. A too wide, too toothy smile split the white skin of the vamp’s face. Drei cracked his knuckles. “Get her the fuck out of here.”
“Drei--”
“We got this, big brother,” Grig shot back. He flexed his hands. Em saw the skin of Grig’s forearms begin to ripple and cursed under his breath.
“Hold on,” he muttered to Cat.
“What now?” she asked, but her arms slid up to wrap around his neck.
Em wanted to stay and fight with his brothers, but Drei was right. He needed to get her away. She was Mundane, and she’d already seen too much. His car was only a few blocks south of where they were, but it would be quicker on foot. Especially for him. Saturday night in the city meant a clusterfuck of traffic.
He could make it to his apartment in half the time cutting through
“Get out of the god damn way!” he roared. Really roared. Cat flinched in his arms and several woman screamed. But enough of the milling, sheep-like group in front of the doors scattered that Drei could shoulder his way through the last few feet.
Em felt some of the tension in his neck ease as the cool night air washed over his face. He glanced down at Cat. The smooth, round curves of her cheeks were pale. Her slender fingers were curled tightly in his t-shirt. She was chewing at her lower lip. When she realized he was looking at her, she met his eyes, her purple-blue gaze frightened. “What’s going on, Emilian?”
Hearing her say his name in her soft voice sent an immediate, hard spike of desire into his gut. But now was not the time to be thinking about his dick. He could smell the vamps, the powdery sweet scent of their cool skin making his nose itch.
“I see ‘em,” Grig growled. “There’s four coming through the back of the club. Fast. At least one is Icing.”
“Motherfuck,” Em spat. That was bad news. A ‘normal’ vamp was bad enough. But some of their race got the bonus pack when they turned. Special abilities. Like Icing. He flashed a look behind them and saw the tall, skeletal form of the vampire moving forward through the crowd. It appeared as if the creature was moving forward in jerky stop motion.
Icing, the ability to freeze time around them while they kept moving, was a common extra ability. It was only a few second bursts at a time, but sometimes that’s all it took to win a fight. Fucking vampires. Em’s only consolation came from how wiped it left them afterwards. This cadaverous fuck was using up all his juice in order to reach them.
They really wanted the woman. “Let’s go,” he snarled at Drei and Grig. They were completely free of the club, hustling down the alley. It was dark, pitch dark, and smelled of piss and garbage. Bile burned in the back of Em’s throat. The stench was overpowering to his sensitive nose. He tucked Cat’s head under his chin, tipping his face down to inhale the clean aroma of her.
He ran with her held to his chest, head down, legs pumping, as fast as he could through the dark. Her breathing was ragged with fear and her fingers were tugging at his chest hair as they curled into his shirt, but she didn’t cry or squirm. Pretty impressive, considering everything that had happened so far.
They made it five blocks before the vamps caught up. Four of them, like Grig had said. Three were regular vamps, males with slightly pale skin, dark smudges under their eyes, and lank hair. Most of the vampires they came in contact with looked like that. As if they spent a little too much time in the basement playing Call of Duty. A little spindly and unwell. But looks were deceiving. Even a vamp without the toy surprise was fast and strong and vicious.
“Em,” Drei spun on his feel to face the vampires, eyes blazing as he studied the gaunt visage of the leader. A too wide, too toothy smile split the white skin of the vamp’s face. Drei cracked his knuckles. “Get her the fuck out of here.”
“Drei--”
“We got this, big brother,” Grig shot back. He flexed his hands. Em saw the skin of Grig’s forearms begin to ripple and cursed under his breath.
“Hold on,” he muttered to Cat.
“What now?” she asked, but her arms slid up to wrap around his neck.
Em wanted to stay and fight with his brothers, but Drei was right. He needed to get her away. She was Mundane, and she’d already seen too much. His car was only a few blocks south of where they were, but it would be quicker on foot. Especially for him. Saturday night in the city meant a clusterfuck of traffic.
He could make it to his apartment in half the time cutting through
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