Spellbound (the Spellbound Series Book 1) Read Free

point, I start backing away a little more quickly, until I’m pressed against a wall behind me. Since when do homeless people have fangs?! I keep hoping I’m hallucinating, but they’re really there, and he’s really crouching down, preparing to attack, and I know I should run, but I’m frozen to the spot. Vampires aren’t real, so this has to be a dream, but I’m not waking up, so I start to panic. In an endless mantra, I keep telling myself, Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up , but it doesn’t help at all, and it dawns on me that I might actually be here, and I might actually die.
    The second I accept that fact, my mind goes blank, and all the panic dissipates as quickly as it began to build. What replaces it is something familiar, yet foreign, a feeling I can’t quite describe. The vampire lunges at me, and time seems to slow down, the gap between us closes, I raise my hand instinctively, and a loud CRACK rends the air, accompanied by a strange blue light emanating from my palm. The next thing I know, the vampire’s laying on his back all the way across the lobby, apparently dazed. I wait a few seconds to see if he’s getting up, and when he doesn’t move, I race back the way I came.
    I hear the sound of a door slamming against the wall behind me, and a few seconds later, a strong pair of arms wraps around my waist, holding me in place. I try to kick whoever’s holding me, but they just laugh, and whisper in my ear, “Quit struggling, freak show.” I don’t recognize the voice, but the speaker smells like a mixture of blood and raw sewage, and I try my hardest not to gag as his scent floods my nostrils. My feet scrape against the ground, trying to propel me forward, but my captor is deceptively strong. I can hear the first vampire in the background moaning in pain, and struggling to his feet. The one holding me growls, “What the hell did you do to my maker?”
    I honestly don’t know, but even if I did know what to tell him, my jaw is glued shut in concentration, my mind racing to come up with an escape plot. When I don’t answer, the vampire holding me grabs a fistful of my hair and roughly yanks my head to the side. He lifts his head, to plunge his fangs into my neck I’m assuming, and I realize that what I did to the first guy, I can also do to him. So, I open my palm, and I feel that indescribable sensation drain out of me as my hand flashes bright blue, and another, less impressive CRACK is released. The arms wrapped around me slacken, and I take the opportunity to run for the open door.
    I make it to within a few steps of the exit before falling over. Whatever I just did, it drained a lot of energy; I’m breathing heavily, and my legs feel like they’re made of lead. I can hear slow footsteps behind me, and I can tell both of the vampires are on their feet, and closing in. A pair of feet walks into my field of vision, and their owner bends down to help me onto my feet. A young man, barely any older than me by the looks of it, checks me over with his soft brown eyes, and asks, “Are you hurt?”
    “I’m fine,” I answer without hesitation. I don’t have any idea who he is, but this new stranger doesn’t seem to view me as a potential food source, so I let myself relax a little. His eyes linger on mine, drinking me in as if he’ll never see me again, then looks over at the two vampires across the lobby, and steps in front of me protectively. “I need you two to back off,” he says quietly, “the girl is off limits,” and I would normally object to being called the girl, but I think better of doing so since I’m apparently being saved.
    The smaller of the two vampires throws back his head and laughs. “You can’t be serious. Move out of the way, pretty boy, before we break you in half.”
    “Have it your way.” The strange boy unzips his coat, and motions for me to stand back as he throws it to the ground. I’d figured he would be more muscular because of how his coat fit around