Page 55 of Slaying for Santa
“That’s funny,” I sneer. “I was just thinking,youcan’t escapeme.”
His brows hitch momentarily as confusion settles over him, and I see the cogs in his brain working as he slowly thinks about what’s happening here.
Whatever conclusion he comes to is the wrong one, because the idiot lunges for me.
The drugs in my system are still making me a little sluggish, so my reaction time is delayed, and I don’t get to swing the knife before the needle digs into my neck. But then, as he begins to inject it, I swing my hand and stab, and stab and stab, feeling him jerk with each plunge of the knife.
The rush of hot blood pours over my hand as I keep going, feeling the needle fall from my neck and clatter to the floor.
“Bell!” Libi cries from the corner as the thug and I go crashing to the ground, but I don’t stop stabbing, knowing her life depends on me.
I can’t stop. I can’t give up. I have to make sure he’s dead. That he can’t drug Libi too. I have to keep her safe.
A gurgling sound meets my ears, and I try to focus my blurred vision, taking in the bouncer lying on his back in a pool of blood.
My knife and my blood-soaked hands come into viewnext, moving slowly before my eyes as I study how bright the blood is against my skin.
Shit.
I glance over at the syringe on the floor to see he managed to inject half of it.
Cocaine shouldn’t make me sluggish like this though.
Snake’s words from earlier filter in…
“Shoot her up with a Spaceball.”
Fuck. A Spaceball… that means the coke is laced. Most likely with fentanyl.
“Bell!” Libi’s desperate cry drags my sluggish attention to her, and she points over her shoulder as a loud crash and yelling come from outside the room. “They’re coming!”
Fuck. I need to focus.
“Stay here,” I rush out, feeling my heart start to race, and I quickly stumble to the open door.
“Don’t leave me!” Libi cries, and my blood smeared hand grips the door as I turn back to look at her.
“I’m not leaving you, Libs. I’ll be back. You stay here, and stab anyone that tries to get close to you.”
I don’t wait for her to respond, hearing feet rushing down some stairs, and I glance up the passage to see a man I don’t recognise running my way.
There’s a fair chance I’m going to die here tonight, but I’ll go down slaying.
I smirk at that thought, the drugs obviously clouding how bloody dire this situation is.
But hey. I’m The Seduction Slayer. And tonight, I’m Slaying for Santa.
“How’d you get out?!” the idiot yells, rushing at me, obviously not seeing my blood coated hands on the knife in my death grip.
“Your buddy. You should fire him. He’s bad at his job.”
The guy frowns as he reaches me, and before he can comprehend what’s happening, I slash the knife across his throat.
Blood sprays across my chest as his eyes widen, panic contorting his features as he stumbles back, his hands instantly pressing to his throat, but it’s no use. My blades are sharp, and neck slashing has become my thing.
The adrenaline rush of what I just did spurs me on, and even though I know something like fentanyl is coursing through my veins with the half dose of coke, I still seem to be able to function enough to get the job done.
More rushing feet start coming down the stairs as someone yells to get the kid, so I duck into the closest open door, waiting for my next victim to appear.
