Page 18 of Fangs for the Memories
“What? Are you scared? A big guy like you.” She chuckles. “I’d have thought most people had got over having vampires among us.”
“Most people would. But I’m not most people. And I am not afraid of vampires,” I growl, attempting to keep my fangs under control.
Humans might know about us now, but they don’tknowabout us.
“And why would that be?” she queries, moving ahead of me, the flashlight on her head swinging its light wildly.
“Because I am…” Before I can get my species out, Grace releases a short cry and the light disappears.
I immediately switch mine off. My eyes work better in the dark anyway, and there is no sign of Grace.
There is only a darker hole in the floor.
“Fucking vamps,” I snarl, and dive in after her.
The drop, as it turns out, is short. Fortunately I do not land on a fragrant scented female but on my head.
So, no damage there.
With a snarl, I’m on my feet, scanning the area until I catch the sound of her heartbeat.
“Grace?”
“Here,” she says, her voice small and strangled.
Which is when I see the vampires. An entire cave filled with them, and only two warm-blooded creatures. One of which is presently clamped in the arms of a large male, his fangs hovering over her throat.
Grace.
“If you do not release my mate, I can assure you, every single one of you will end up staked out in the sun. I have an agreement with your king.”
“Dominik has no power here,” one of them growls. “And we need blood.”
“You won’t get it.”
I unsheathe my claws. It’s been a while since I went hand to hand in combat, but not so long I forgot the desire for violence.
And as these vampires threaten my mate, violence is the only course of action I will take.
Grace
Of course I believed in the monsters.
I just didn’t expect to meet one…or too many to count (pun intended). In fact, I just assumed they gave humans a wide berth, especially with all the hype around them simply to line human pockets.
I definitely didn’t expect to be here, on an actual vampire tour, with a set of vampire teeth hovering over my neck. Cold clawed fingers pricking at my skin.
“Leave them.” A voice rings out in the dark.
I swing my head, not really wanting to see what the light picks out as vampires are decidedlynotas nice as the films and books make out. But then they are living corpses so perhaps I shouldn’t be judgmental.
For a brief instant, I catch sight of something which is not vampire and not human, but then my head is shoved to one side and instead my light hits something which is decidedly vampire in a movie sense.
Pale face, dark hair, face twisted into a snarl. This vampire is huge, well dressed, unlike the rest in rags, and staring straight at me with pale, pale blue eyes. He would be handsome if he didn’t look so feral.
“Take the wolf and his mate to the holding area,” he says.
A bag is pulled over my head. I debate for a second or two whether I want to be an annoyance to a load of vampires, but then I decide I do, screaming and kicking as I’m bundled somewhere.
