Page 46 of Resurrecting His Soul
The smile that spread across Jameson’s face when shut himself inside the shack with them and saw Allison and her standing free of their shackles would make anyone’s skin crawl. Except, Lisandra was done being afraid of him, or anyone for that matter. She wasted too many years letting fear rule her life because of that smug bastard. She wasn’t going to allow him, Melina, or anyone to stand between her and happiness again. She was a vampire, and she was ready to let the villain inside her come out, even if only to keep Allison and herself safe and alive.
Quickly, she pushed Allison behind her, but Jameson was just as fast. The moment she was in front of him he backhanded her and she flew backwards, her body colliding with Allison’s, and they both hit the ground hard.
“I’m okay,” Allison said immediately. “Kick his ass.”
In one swift move, she shoved Allison across the ground, pushing her further away from Jameson. A wide smile spread across Jameson’s face. She briefly tried to remember when she had met him and thought he was attractive when he smiled. That feeling was long gone. Replaced by a complete disgust.
He rubbed his hands together like he was trying to warm them up. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he said.
The door behind him flew open, hitting the interior wall of the shed so hard the old, dried-up plank of wood that made up the door cracked and splintered. Ricardo moved through the door so fast a gust of wind kicked up the dirt all around him. Had she not known it was him, felt their connection amplify in his presence, his scent filling her and offering a peace she’d not felt since she’d been taken from his home, then she might not have been able to make out the vampire that had entered the shed moving at the speed of light.
Lisandra tried to follow his movements, but he was too fast. The only thing she could track was Jameson’s grunts and when he yelped in pain. Ricardo was going to kill him. Movement outside the door caught her eye. Melina was getting up off the ground. Blood ran down her face, and she staggered momentarily when she first got up onto her feet, but then she righted herself and her eyes went first to the swirl of dirt, blood, grunts, and cries that was Ricardo and Jameson. Then they slowly made their way back to Lisandra. When Melina’s eyes darted past her and landed on Allison, she let out a growl that sounded a lot like a war cry.
“This ends tonight,” Melina said. Her fangs descended, and she crouched low like she was going to pounce on Lisandra and Allison, like a lion jumping its prey.
“You’re damn straight,” Lisandra agreed.
Melina ran straight for her, but she stood her ground like Ricardo had taught her. When Melina was almost right in front of her, she jumped, flipped over Melina’s head, and landed on Melina’s shoulders. Digging her fingers into Melina’s eyes, she pulled her head sideways for easy access to Melina’s neck, and then she sank her teeth in, and snatched her head back, ripping into Melina’s flesh. Screaming, Melina reached back, grabbed her by the hair, and snatched her over her shoulders. She landed on her feet and quickly turned back towards Melina. She bent at the waist and spun, kicking her leg out and landing a fast and hard kick directly to Melina’s chest. What was left of the shed door had closed, and Melina flew into the door, smashing it, the remaining wood splitting into several large pieces. It shot out like jagged spears, aiming for anything or anyone in its way, but it didn’t stop Lisandra from heading straight for Melina, spearing her like a linebacker during the final quarter of the game.
The scent hit her like a semi going one hundred miles per hour. Blood. Fresh human blood. It was much stronger than when she’d been caught up in Allison’s blood earlier, and that meant it was a lot more blood than the cuts around Allison’s wrists had produced. And there was only one source it could have come from in the tiny shed where they were.
“Allison!” she cried, turning back to her friend.
At the back of the building, Allison stood against the wall where Lisandra had left her, but she wasn’t looking towards Lisandra. She was looking down, and her hands were wrapped around the object that held her interest. Lisandra stopped breathing when she followed Allison’s gaze down to the wooden spear that was impaled through her stomach. Allison’s shirt was already drenched in blood, and the trail dripped from Allison’s abdomen down to the dirt floor where she stood. When Allison looked up, Lisandra caught her gaze. It was the first time in all their years of friendship that Lisandra had ever seen fear in Allison’s eyes. Allison’s knees buckled beneath her, but Lisandra was at her side with her arms fitted beneath her before she could fall. She laid Allison on the ground as softly as possible, but that was all the time that she was allowed.
Somehow, Jameson escaped Ricardo’s grasp, and he barreled towards Allison. His eyes were bloodshot, and his fangs were extended so far they hung over his bottom lip when he snarled. She knew that look. Had experienced it when she’d attacked the innocent waitress who was trying to help her in the bar when she left Ricardo to find Allison on her own. Blood lust. She threw herself in his direction, but Melina pelted her from the side, and kicked her towards the far wall. She wasn’t down long. She jumped back to her feet, and Ricardo was there.
Reading his face, she said, “I’m fine. Get Allison out of here.”
He frowned. “I’m not leaving you.”
“I can protect myself. Get her out of here, then come back for me.”
He only hesitated for half a second before he ran up behind Jameson and Melina, grabbed them both by the back of their necks, and threw them to opposite sides of the shed. In the next second, he had Allison in his arms and he took off through the busted doorway.
Jameson took off after him, but Lisandra wasn’t about to allow him to get out of the shed. She ran at him, and jumped just before making contact, grabbed his throat, pile driving him into the ground. He’d been so distracted by his blood lust that he had not made any move to get out of her way. Melina wasn’t as driven by her thirst, and she landed a swift kick to the side of Lisandra’s head, knocking her off Jameson, before she ran out of the shed after Ricardo. Lisandra quickly shook off the blow, and jumped off the ground, landing back on her feet. Unfortunately, she lost the advantage she initially had over Jameson, and found him back on his feet as well, facing her and ready to fight.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” he said.
“I doubt that. You’ve put your hands on me your last time.”
Lisandra let go of her control. She didn’t want to hold her vampire instincts back. Not when facing Jameson. If she had ever met a true monster in her life, it was him, and she was going to give in to the side of herself that craved a fight because that was what she had to do to survive and make sure he could never interfere with her new life again. She’d been weak when she allowed him to scare her away from Ricardo’s house—the home they were making together—and she deserved more than that, so did Ricardo. So, she was going to fight for her life, and she prayed when it was over that Ricardo would be able to help her find her way back to herself and leave all the pain and anger Jameson and Melina brought into their lives behind them.
Letting go of her humanity, she remembered every time he’d ever put his hands on her. Every bruise, every fracture, and every time he tried to blame her for his rage. She zoned in on her prey and allowed him to make the first move. Jameson ran for her and swung his fist towards her face. She ducked and spun around, then she waited for his next attack. He didn’t make her wait long. Immediately spinning to face her again, he grabbed her arm and swung his other fist at her again while holding her tight. She didn’t try to move. Instead, she caught the fist he swung at her within an inch of it making contact with her face. Jameson put more force into moving his fist towards her face, but her grip didn’t budge. He changed tactics and tried to pull his fist back out of her hand, but she held on tight. When he realized she wasn’t letting go, he looked at her and she smiled. What he’d failed to learn was vampires got stronger with time, and although it might not have been a substantial difference, she was still older than him, which meant she was stronger. Twisting his wrist back, she easily spun away from the hand he was using to grip her arm, and she stretched his arm around when she did until she heard the loud snap of his arm or wrist breaking.
“Ahh!” he yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
She spun around and kicked him in his gut and he fell to the ground. Then she jumped on his chest, digging her knees into his arms on either side of this body so he couldn’t move. Leaning down, she got right in his face and whispered. “You had your chance.” Then, she lowered her head to his throat so fast he had no time to react. With one fast bite, she tore through his throat. His blood was like tainted meat in her mouth, and she made sure not to swallow. She didn’t want to take any part of him into her. With a jerk of her head, she ripped a hole in his throat. Jameson’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth opened, but the only sound that came out was a gurgling. She spit his blood out and wiped her mouth on the back of her arm, then narrowed her eyes on him. “You will never hurt me or anyone else, ever again.” With those words, she sat back where she was no longer directly on his chest, then she reached back and thrust her arm forward with such force her hand went through his flesh, puncturing his chest cavity. When she pulled out his cold heart, she wasn’t surprised to see it was nothing more than a shriveled, black weight. Squeezing her hand, she crushed it in her palm, then tossed the remnants to the dirt. The nightmare that was Jameson was over. He would never hurt her again. She just needed to make sure the same was true of Melina.
ChapterThirty-One
Ricardo
When Lisandra sent him away with Allison, leaving her alone with Jameson was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he believed in her so he was trusting she could fight for herself until he could return. Melina was right on his heels when he ran out of the shack with Allison’s bleeding body in his arms, but he wasn’t concerned. She was no match for him.
“You have to go back,” Allison chastised. Her voice was quiet and her breaths were shallow. Nothing like her usual loud, bossy tone, and he knew that was a bad sign. She was losing blood and judging by where the wood was penetrating her abdomen, he was almost one hundred percent certain she had some kind of vital organ damage.
He found a covered area, thick with trees and bushes, and gently placed Allison on the ground. Her heartbeat was slowing, and she was coughing and choking on blood. The nearest hospital was an hour away by car, and even as fast as he was able to run, there was no chance he would get her to the hospital fast enough for them to save her.
