Bound in Darkness

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demanded.
    Elsa knew this vampire. Charles Crawford.  A vamp who’d been walking the earth for over two hundred years. 
    A vamp who’d been tracking Allison for weeks. 
    He knew what she was. Vampires could always sense when a pureblood turning was at hand. And Allison had been right there in the city with the guy just nights before. No wonder he’d almost caught her in that alley.
    Would have caught her, if Cade hadn’t plunged his claws into Crawford’s throat. Yes, her mirror had shown her that truth, too late. It hadn’t been Allison’s blood dripping from that alley’s walls the first night. Cade had attacked Crawford.
    She smiled.
    Crawford’s eyes narrowed. “What have you done?”
    His hold eased, just enough for her to speak. “N-not me.”  Her smile widened even more. “ Werewolf. ”
    “That bastard?  He still has her?”
    “Gonna…kill her.” And the perfect plan hit her. “Unless…” Her breath heaved out as she studied the vamp. Maybe he could get the job done for her.
    Wouldn’t that be fitting?
    “Unless what?” he snapped. Poor vampire. With the werewolf hiding Allison in the woods, he wouldn’t have been able to catch her scent anymore.  
    And he’d be wanting to find the lost pureblood very badly.  Purebloods were the favored in the vamp clans.
    Elsa tried to appear careless as she said, “He’ll kill her…Unless you can kill him first.” 
    Now that bit had Crawford stepping back. “Tell me where the wolf is, and he’s dead.”
    Elsa rubbed her throat and glanced back at her broken mirror. She saw nothing, because there was nothing left to see.
    The end was coming.
    It won’t be my end.  It won’t. Crawford could take out the werewolf, and she would find a way to kill the pureblood.
    “Don’t worry,” she told the vampire. “You won’t have to wait long.” Not long at all. “When night falls, he’ll come here. To you.”
    She didn’t need her mirror to know that. Cade wouldn’t wait for her to attack again. She’d studied him. Learned his habits before she approached her would-be killer.  No, he wouldn’t sit back and wait for another attack. He’d come after her.
    And find a vampire waiting to kill him. 

Chapter Seven
    Vampires tore into her flesh.  They cut her with gleaming silver blades, and they licked her blood from the edges of their knives.  They laughed when she screamed.
    And they tortured her even more. 
    They chained her and poured liquid silver onto her back, just so they could hear her screams.
    And Allison did scream. Over and over as her flesh burned away. 
    She looked up, staring straight at the bastards who loved her pain, and something broke inside of her.  Broke, even as the chains holding her arms broke free, and she lunged forward with a strength born of fury.One swipe, and she cut the head off the nearest vampire.  She drove her claws into the throat of another. And as they fell, this time, she was the one who laughed.
    “ Allison!”  Hard hands grabbed her, shook her.
    Her eyes flew open, and Allison found herself out of that dank pit.  The peeling walls of the hotel room surrounded her. She was on the bed. With Cade.
    The man seemed to always be saving her from nightmares. But then, it wasn’t like she was the sweet dream type.
    Always nightmares.
    Sweat covered her, and she could still smell the scent of her own burning flesh.
    Only, it hadn’t been her flesh that burned. Not really.  Her trembling fingers lifted and touched the rough scars that marked Cade’s face. 
    His pupils widened when she touched him.  His hold on her gentled, but he didn’t let her go.
    Why not?  Her hand fell away. How could he stand to have her near him?  Those other vampires had tortured him for hours, days, and they’d drank his blood.
    Just like she had. 
    “I’m sorry.” Her stark whisper.
    Cade frowned down at her but there wasn’t surprise on his face.  Just a kind of angry understanding.  “The blood,” he said.

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