shoulder, before she had even seen it coming. Her body whipped back as the pain radiated downwards. For a moment, black dots clouded her vision. Her lungs fought for breath, fighting against the burn charging through her cells.
Damn, the bastard was fast!
A sound behind her warned her that Johan was on his feet again. Guessing what was coming, she took a roll to the side before his claws could grab her. It didn’t save her for long. Butt Ugly reared his head and jumped toward her.
Nina lunged onto the garbage skip and escaped his reach by jumping off on the other side.
“Go around it,” Butt Ugly ordered his companion.
Now they both came toward her, one from the right, one from the left. Remembering her gymnastics training, she did a cartwheel and sauntered over the bins a second time. Her shoe caught on the bin and she slipped, landing hard on her side.
Searing pain ripped through her. Her ribs felt badly bruised. She would be lucky if they weren’t broken. But she had no time to check. Her attackers were already upon her. A claw dug into her shoulder and pulled her up, lifting her off the ground.
“Now we’ve got you,” Johan said, triumph coloring his voice.
“You bastards!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and kicked her legs at him, still suspended in the air. With her right arm she tried to grasp for any part of his body where she could do damage, but only now did she realize that she’d lost one of her stakes with her evasive maneuvers. Her left hand still held the second stake, but Johan had immobilized her with his painful grip to her shoulder.
She kicked again, earning herself a swipe of his claws across her chest. A burning sensation hit her. The bastard had sliced through her shirt and skin. She could feel the blood seep from the gash on her breast. It stung like hell.
For an instant, she feared nausea would overwhelm her and knock her out cold. She pushed back the feeling.
“That smells nice,” Johan said and moved his head to her open wound.
Nina thrashed harder, but his grip tightened. He would suck her dry, and there was nothing she could do. She had no chance getting out of his hold. Panic coiled through her body, her heart beating as fast as a high-speed train.
A split second before his fangs dug into her breast, he was pulled away from her. A moment later she landed hard on her butt. She stared up at the melee, expecting to see Butt Ugly fighting with his vampire friend. Instead, she looked at the broad back of a huge man. Even without seeing his face, she recognized who was fighting her two assailants now.
Nina scrambled back onto her feet. In disbelief, she watched Amaury land kicks and blows against the two vampires, keeping them at bay. Why was he fighting off the two vampires he’d sent to kill her? This didn’t make any sense at all.
“You gonna help me or what?” Amaury called out. Was he talking to her? “You, the blonde who kissed me last night.”
So, he was talking to her. After all, she was the only blonde in the alley, and she doubted either Butt Ugly or Johan had kissed him.
She rushed to his side.
“About time,” he acknowledged her with a sideways glance.
With a quick high kick she fought off Johan to give Amaury a chance to beat the crap out of Butt Ugly. But Johan came back instantly, charging at her more fiercely now. When she tried for another kick, he was faster and grabbed her foot. She twisted, but lost her balance, falling backwards against Amaury.
“Duck,” he called out. In the same instant he turned behind her. Instinctively she crouched down, and looking up, she saw Amaury land a heavy right hook into her attacker’s face, slamming him into the wall five feet away.
“Thanks,” she gasped.
“Don’t mention it.” He turned back to his own attacker. Nina caught the moment when Butt -Ugly’s claws beat into Amaury, forcing him to the ground. Having helped her had distracted him and cost him the upper hand. The attacker pinned
Damn, the bastard was fast!
A sound behind her warned her that Johan was on his feet again. Guessing what was coming, she took a roll to the side before his claws could grab her. It didn’t save her for long. Butt Ugly reared his head and jumped toward her.
Nina lunged onto the garbage skip and escaped his reach by jumping off on the other side.
“Go around it,” Butt Ugly ordered his companion.
Now they both came toward her, one from the right, one from the left. Remembering her gymnastics training, she did a cartwheel and sauntered over the bins a second time. Her shoe caught on the bin and she slipped, landing hard on her side.
Searing pain ripped through her. Her ribs felt badly bruised. She would be lucky if they weren’t broken. But she had no time to check. Her attackers were already upon her. A claw dug into her shoulder and pulled her up, lifting her off the ground.
“Now we’ve got you,” Johan said, triumph coloring his voice.
“You bastards!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and kicked her legs at him, still suspended in the air. With her right arm she tried to grasp for any part of his body where she could do damage, but only now did she realize that she’d lost one of her stakes with her evasive maneuvers. Her left hand still held the second stake, but Johan had immobilized her with his painful grip to her shoulder.
She kicked again, earning herself a swipe of his claws across her chest. A burning sensation hit her. The bastard had sliced through her shirt and skin. She could feel the blood seep from the gash on her breast. It stung like hell.
For an instant, she feared nausea would overwhelm her and knock her out cold. She pushed back the feeling.
“That smells nice,” Johan said and moved his head to her open wound.
Nina thrashed harder, but his grip tightened. He would suck her dry, and there was nothing she could do. She had no chance getting out of his hold. Panic coiled through her body, her heart beating as fast as a high-speed train.
A split second before his fangs dug into her breast, he was pulled away from her. A moment later she landed hard on her butt. She stared up at the melee, expecting to see Butt Ugly fighting with his vampire friend. Instead, she looked at the broad back of a huge man. Even without seeing his face, she recognized who was fighting her two assailants now.
Nina scrambled back onto her feet. In disbelief, she watched Amaury land kicks and blows against the two vampires, keeping them at bay. Why was he fighting off the two vampires he’d sent to kill her? This didn’t make any sense at all.
“You gonna help me or what?” Amaury called out. Was he talking to her? “You, the blonde who kissed me last night.”
So, he was talking to her. After all, she was the only blonde in the alley, and she doubted either Butt Ugly or Johan had kissed him.
She rushed to his side.
“About time,” he acknowledged her with a sideways glance.
With a quick high kick she fought off Johan to give Amaury a chance to beat the crap out of Butt Ugly. But Johan came back instantly, charging at her more fiercely now. When she tried for another kick, he was faster and grabbed her foot. She twisted, but lost her balance, falling backwards against Amaury.
“Duck,” he called out. In the same instant he turned behind her. Instinctively she crouched down, and looking up, she saw Amaury land a heavy right hook into her attacker’s face, slamming him into the wall five feet away.
“Thanks,” she gasped.
“Don’t mention it.” He turned back to his own attacker. Nina caught the moment when Butt -Ugly’s claws beat into Amaury, forcing him to the ground. Having helped her had distracted him and cost him the upper hand. The attacker pinned
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