Page 74 of Blood Lust

He screams loudly.

Our claws tear into him, and we quite literally dis-member him.

His hand is still pinned behind our back, and his other goes to his bleeding crotch as he yells in pain. We shoved the remains of his dick in his mouth to get him to shut up. We quickly pull the rifle he has draped around his shoulder from his writhing form. Safety is off, and one is in the chamber. We unload it in his face and it is pretty effective. Without a head, he won’t be doing anything.

If we don’t burn the body, he can technically regenerate. Though in this state it would take days due to the level of destruction. He will be long dead by then, having had his corpse thrown onto a fire at the first opportunity we get. We take this moment to drink from him, feeling strength return where weakness once existed.

Digging in his pockets, we find a set of keys. It takes some doing, but we eventually get a good angle to unlock the chains. I release my hands on the fourth key.

Freedom.

Ready to get to the party, we almost left without putting our pants back on.

I think about how easy it is to do things with the other Wren. Is this what it will be like when we merge?

Not quite. We will be one consciousness, part of each other, less of this we stuff.

Above our head, there is more gunfire, more yelling. The death of our guard happened quickly, just a couple of minutes. Emerson would be expecting us soon, though.

We aren’t done yet. We have to get to Oz. We have to destroy this evil that has come for our family.

Oz, I think to him. I’m free from my cell, I’m armed, and I’m coming.

He may be too busy to respond at the moment. His determination is dripping into our mind. He is concentrating hard. There is a brief flash of relief though, and I know he heard me. Keeping hold of the gun, sure we will need it, we run down the hall. Peering around the corner, we see it is empty. Turning right, aiming for the double doors ahead, an explosion sounds from above.

That’s concerning.

Walls rumble and the ground shakes beneath our feet. Pieces of plaster fall from the ceiling but thankfully it holds. We steady ourselves and manage to keep our balance.

Pushing through the doors, we come face to face with the room that held Leland’s body just an hour before. He is gone, smoking ashes where he had been. We are too late. Emerson made sure his maker will never walk the Earth again.

No time to mourn. To the right is a heavy door, and to the left is another maze of halls. We go right because Emerson always came through a loud door. We need to find the stairs. There has to be a way up to the main level. While there might be better routes to hide from his men, we know in our gut that this way will get us where we need to go.

Pushing through the door, there is indeed a staircase waiting for us.

There are also two men heading for the hall I just came from, no doubt trying to see what caused the holdup in getting us from our cell.

Fuck.

Raising the gun, we begin firing.

Sharp vampire sight makes our aim true, and this weapon's automatic firing capacity leaves the two men without their faces.

I like guns.

Other Wren purrs in agreement.

We are going to get low on bullets.

Checking pockets, we find a few extra clips ready to go. We also remove one of their pistols, stuffing it at the small of our back. Nervous and excited, we climb the staircase, padding lightly on the balls of our feet. The gunfire from above is getting loud. We peer around the corner on the next floor, unable to tell if this is the ground level.

We reach for the door to the stairwell, creeping forward only for something cold and sharp to be pressed into the back of our skull.

FUCK!

Emerson, how in the hell had he snuck up on us with his heavy ass steps?

“Let’s call your boyfriend, shall we? Drop the gun.” His voice is cold. Doing as instructed, I release my hold on the gun. He lowers the sword as he trains the rifle on me.“ I know that you’re Oz’s mate. Call him with the bond. Do it now, and tell him not to keep me waiting.”

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