Page 5 of Bloodmoon Hit
Spinning away from them, I start running. I might not be fast enough to outrun them, but I can at least get to somewhere, hopefully someone will be able to help me.
Their laughter follows me, and I make it to Main Street and rush into the first place I get to—the diner.
Sighing, thankful they didn’t follow me in here, I decide to take a seat in one of the booths and order a coffee.
I figured I could wait a little while in here, maybe drink coffee, eat something, then I could head back home. By then, those men should be gone.
I hope at least.
After two cups of coffee and a bowl of the diner’s chicken tortellini soup, I decide to brave heading home.
While I sat inside, I kept my eyes on the shadows watching, waiting to see if I spotted anyone.
I didn’t.
Maybe they gave up and went to look for someone else to torment.
I pay my bill and make my way to the doors. Taking a deep breath, I step out into the night. I won’t let those men . . . those bullies, scare me. For god’s sake, it’s not like they could actually hurt me. Well, they could, but they couldn’t kill me. Just because I’m immortal doesn’t mean I’m not still vulnerable in other ways.
Shaking the thought off, I start down the sidewalk, heading for home. At the end of the sidewalk, I look both ways and start to cross the street when I hear a noise. One that sounds like fighting.
Furrowing my brows, I glance around and find myself drawn to the noise. Moving in that direction, my heart races in my chest, feeling like it was going to pop out at any moment.
I stop in the mouth of an alleyway, seeing the men who chased me going against another man. His dark hair was cut short on his head. Tattoos covered his forearms, and he was dressed in black slacks and a button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
My rapid beating heart roars in my ears as I watch the dark-haired man take on the men. He moved fluently and without missing a beat. His movements were faster than the average human. I knew what he was, and I honestly didn’t care. I found myself hoping that he wouldn’t get hurt.
Suddenly, the fighting was over, and the men weren’t fighting anymore. In fact, the men who messed with me were all on the ground, lifeless. The dark-haired man twists to me, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.
I take a step back, but seeing his face, I recognize him as the man I saw going into Dyrk as I walked past plenty of times.
Holy . . . oh my . . . staring at him now, I still think he’s the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life.
Chapter
Four
AZIZ
Breathing calmly, I look in the eyes of the woman standing just inside the alleyway. I tracked these vampires down, and they seemed to be itching for a fight. To say they got their fight is an understatement. The vampires all ended up losing their lives tonight. They were a part of the Night Dwellers. I had intended to send a verbal message to their boss, though their dead corpses will do just fine.
Without looking away from the woman, I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a message to Dreven. He can get someone out here to clean up the mess for me. I have other problems to see to, such as the woman standing in front of me.
Not just anyone.
A beautiful one who just so happened to have the aura of the gods surrounding her.
Fuck me.
I didn’t know tonight, while I was handling business with the Night Dwellers, I’d come across yet another of my problems I needed to see to. But here she is—the daughter of Apollo.
I don’t know her name or anything about her. Something I intended to find out when I found her. Instead, she found me. The way she’s staring at me now doesn’t sit well with me.
It’s not that it doesn’t sit well with me. That’s not the right term I should use. No, just the look at her stirs a desire inside me that I’ve never allowed myself to feel before. It’s more than the bloodlust frenzy that we feel when we want sex and blood at the same time or if we’ve gone too long without the need to satisfy our urges to drink from a vein.
We might have new ways of drinking blood besides the regular way, but that doesn’t mean it’s better. Drinking straight from the source has always been compelling. The taste alone . . . well . . .
I shake the thought off as I notice her take a step backward.
