Page 127 of Madness Behind the Mask
Sau’scoming for me. I can feel it – an electric current along my skin.Ducking under the fist of one of my three opponents, a female sired vampire with red hair, I glance at the gym’s closed doors. That flash of distraction costs me, and her foot slams into my chest. My back hits the steel wall of the cage.
Throwing my arms up, I catch the spinning kick to my face, freezing her leg for the split second it takes me to kick her in the groin. She might not have balls, but she has a pelvis, and when thatcracksso loud it can be heard over the roar of the crowd, she drops to her knees on a scream. I step forward and snap her neck. Then pivot and send my heel into the man rushing me on my left. He falls backwards.I continue to spin, jump, and snap my other foot into the cheek of the man on my right. His neck snaps from the force, and he’s out before he hits the mat. With one manleft, he moves more hesitantly, fear making his reactions slow.
Normally, I would play with them, drag out their painby breaking multiple bones before I “kill” them, but my attention is already off the fight. Their pain can’t please me likeherscan, so I dart forward and drop to my knees. He panics, not sure if he should kick me or run, and by the time his brain sends out a signal to dosomething, I take out his legs. As he falls, I reach up and snap his neck.
The crowd goes wild.
The bell sounds, and I roll over to the woman, taking her head again in my hands. Wrenching it around, I rest it in its correct position, then do the other two. I turn for the door of the cage. As soon as I’m out, five others rush in. Three to grab my opponents’ bodies. Two to fight to the “death” against each other. As sired vampires, they’ll heal in a few hours.
The bell rings with the start of a new match, but my attention stays on the gym door. My lioness is about to blow through it with the fierceness of a fury of vengeance.
My cock gets hard.
The sweat and blood of the gym, the same one I tookher to on our date, fills my nose and gets my adrenaline pumping. Soon her blood and sweat will mix with ours, and she will be baptized in the chaos and reborn anew.
The door doesn’t bang open.
Shadows simply pour beneath it.
For a moment, I thinkshe’s brought her whole damn brood. That somehow she managed to stitch them all back together and resurrect them because the amount of black that crawls across the floor like octopus ink is too much to come from one person.
But then she forms in front of the door alone, her face so beautiful – twisted in lethal fury, in deathly desires, in cold-blooded vengeance. There’s no sign of the coward whowishes for peace like Caden tried to make her be. There’s no want to talk this out in her gaze. Sau Shadow just wants the world to burn – just like she did that very first night we met.
It takes the sired vampires a moment to notice they’re chickens in a pen with a fox. Their eyes are on the match. Their focus is on who is going to be the last man standing in this room when all the fights are over, but they don’t yet understand it won’t be any of them.
They don’t yet understand that Sau, heartbroken mom and dark phoenix about to rise, is about to kill them all.
And then they do.
She moves with none of the grace of a seasoned fighter, acts with no cold efficiency. She simply launches herself at the nearest vampire, his back to her, and stabs him in the neck with a blade she pulled from inside her jacket. His blood sprays out all around him, and the temperature in the room suddenly changes. A hundred heads whip in her direction.
Teeth become bared. Two try to grab her, but Sau turns into a shadow and hustles back before she reappears. She doesn’t seem to want to kill them with the monsters in her magic. She wants to do it herself, feel every last life fade by her own hands.
My cock gets so hard it hurts.
I need to touch her.
I need to shove my cock inside her as she stabs me in the side, screaming out all her rage.
So I phase to the cage standing proud in the middle of the room. The vampires previously inside it have already exited to join the fight, and I am alone, easily spotted on the higher floor, with no one crowded around me.
Her eyes fly to me. She screams my name, so furious, so beautiful, so damnhot, I nearly come in my pants. As is, precum trails a thick line down my head.
She shadows over to me, ignoring the other vampires.
“No one comes in,” I say right before she starts to form in front of me. I phase directly behind her, then punch her in the kidney. She drops like a stone, curling her body in on itself instinctively. There are a lot of weak points in our bodies, a lot of places where a strike can cause crippling pain regardless of how you train.
I crouch down in front of her as she gasps.
“Rule one, never fight clean. Honor will get you killed.”
I fist her beautiful black hair in my hands, then pivot on my heels as I stand. Using the momentum of my spin, I throw her at the wall of the cage. The vampires on the other side, their fingers between the criss-crossed wires, shake it and hiss. A few rake their claws at her, and she rolls away from them, barely getting the required distance before collapsing with a painful gasp.
“Rule two.” I pick up the knife she dropped, then twirl it in my hands. “Don’t give your weapon to your enemy. That’s just dumb.”
I dart forward as she tries to rise, half-bent with one arm wrapped around her stomach. I slide the knife into her side – once, twice, three times in rapid succession.
She gasps as she stumbles back, trying to get away from me. I grab the back of her head, holding her still, and stab her two more times before she even tries to punch me back. The knife slides into her hand, straight through her palm, and then I kick her away, wrenching it out.
