Page 89 of Alpha Power

To the humans surrounding them they looked like normal, everyday people. But she knew better. One whiff of their scent and there was no doubt in her mind. They were vampires. Ones she didn't recognise though. It was possible they were some of Luther's soldiers, searching for her after she refused his summons. But for some reason her werewolf got a bad feeling from them.

Crouching low she brought the walkie talkie to her lips. "Uncle, we gotta 2319. I repeat, we have a 2319, over."

"Danger, over?" Void's voice crackled back.

"Affirmative."

There was a brief moment of silence before Void spoke again. "You didn't say over, over."

Oh for fucks sake. "Affirmative, over."

"Coming, don't move. Over and out."

Zamorra tucked it back in her pocket and raised her head. Red eyes snapped to her fast as lightning.

"Ah fuck."

Zamorra clocked an emergency exit at the back of the club and decided to go for it. She wouldn't be able to defend herself here. She couldn't fight, couldn't shift, she could barely bloody walk in this place without running into someone.

Weaving in and out of intoxicated patrons, she ran for the exit and slipped out, ending up in a side alley. Darting her head left to right, she quickly took in her surroundings before moving.

There was a large building directly in front of her, she could possibly jump to the roof using the dumpsters lining the walls as stepping stones, but she hesitated. Zamorra tried to avoid using her supernatural abilities when there weren't any Glamours in place. With the 21st century being what it was, there were just too many risks involved, too many human eyes out there. Big Brother was always watching.

The entryway to the alley that led out onto the street was to her left and a dead end with a 12-foot fence to her right.

No brainer.

Zamorra looked over her shoulder, just catching a glimpse of the vampires on her tail before slamming the door shut. She had no clue what these guys wanted, but she knew whatever it was, wasn't good.

"Zamorra, where the fuck are you? Over." Void barked through the walkie talkie.

"Emergency exit. Back of the club. Hurry."

She bolted for the entrance into the street when another vampire stepped out from around the corner, making her skid to a halt.

He was tall, about as tall as Luther if she had to guess. Broad-shouldered with long dark hair tied up at the nape and sharp, chiselled features. A light dusting of dark hair decorated the space above his lip, giving him a small moustache. There was a long, jagged scar that ran down the right side of his face from hairline to chin and a cruel smirk on his lips.

His clothes were dark, fitting snugly against his stocky frame and he was covered head to toe in weapons, with daggers strapped to his waist and a large sword at his back. Danger and malice dripped from his pores, his body coiled tight and ready for action.

Zamorra eyed him cautiously as she took a few hesitant steps backwards. Okay, who the fuck was this guy? And why was he giving off some serious Zorro vibes?

The emergency exit door flew open, whacking against the side railing so loud it rang through the alley as the vampires came spilling out, Void right on their heels.

Zamorra's heart rate spiked at the sudden danger she and her uncle now faced and she quickly realised that leaving the safety of Luther's manor might have been a mistake, one that could cost her her life.

"Who are you?" She demanded, jaw clenched.

"Who I am is irrelevant."

Alright, that was less than helpful.

His voice was cold, dark with a hint of evilness that made a shiver run down her spine. She had a group of vampires at her back, Vampire Zorro to her front and no fucking clue what to do next.

"What do you want?" She asked, warily.

"What I want is irrelevant."

Zamorra threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "What the fuck is relevant then?"

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