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record speed and then faced me again, sans nudity, I was very much relieved. “Very good,” I said with a quick smile. “Now where were we?”
“I was in the middle of explaining why you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life!” he growled back at me.
“And why is that?” I smirked in an unconcerned, conversational tone.
“Because I’ve received enough vampire blood over the years to defeat whatever disease is killing off all the other Daywalkers. I’m not weak and vulnerable like the rest of them.”
I had firsthand experience with transfusion of vampire blood. The first time I had visited this lowly place, I had been taken hostage, coincidentally, by the shrew herself. After being nearly charred to death by a fabricated sunbeam, a machine was employed to transfuse my blood into the dying Daywalkers. Had it not been for Jolie, but more specifically, for her sister, I would certainly not have lived another day, or night, as the case may be.
“Then I suppose it will be a battle of brawn,” I concluded.
“Your excessive bravado won’t do you any favors,” he spat back as he lunged for me so quickly that he appeared as a blur. Although I could detect his speed in the air, I allowed him to reach me simply because I wanted to gauge his strength.
He threw me to the ground, and had I been capable of breathing, he would have knocked the wind right out of me. There certainly was surprising strength behind his boldness. As he leaned over me, he pinned me to the ground with two very burly forearms. His eyes became wide orbs in his head, and a pair of very small fangs began to protrude from his pale gums.
“Perhaps this hatred for vampires stems from your obvious fang envy,” I teased. Hearing the sound of a meek laugh from the corner of the room, I remembered the woman who still sat in the chair beside the bed.
“I’m going to rip your heart out and drain you of your blood until there’s none left,” Jeffers threatened in a strained voice. “And then I’ll tear your fangs out and wear them around my neck before I slowly kill you.”
“Rather than wearing them around your neck, perhaps it would be wiser to use them as a set of replacement dentures for your rather small ones?” I countered with a quick grin.
He did not respond but pulled his arm back as if preparing to sucker punch me. And that was when I decided I had had enough. I brought my hands to his chest and pushed him hard. He flew off me and forcibly bounced against the wall before falling to the floor. He was up again in a matter of seconds, appearing as a blur as he tried to assault me. We met each other head on, and I gripped him by the shoulders to stop him from throwing me into the wall. He wrapped his hands around my upper arms and before I knew it, we were wrestling in tedious circles.
Before I could deliver a low kick into his shin to make him release me, he was suddenly enclosed by what looked like a thick blue cloud. He instantaneously let me go, and I took a few steps backwards to watch him choke on whatever was currently engulfing him.
Last I recalled, fabricating magical fog-creations was not included in my repertoire of abilities, thus I could only wonder who might be responsible for the interference. Glancing behind the now sputtering Jeffers, I noticed the quiet woman in the chair. She was no longer sitting, but now standing and holding her outstretched hands towards him.
I could not help my smile. “Ah, my little pet, it appears you are quite the traitor.”
EIGHT
“You aren’t safe here,” the woman said, clearly no longer under my influence. This did not come as any surprise as I had not been able to continuously concentrate on her.
I cocked my head as I smiled before returning my attention to Jeffers. He was nearly blue due to a lack of oxygen. That was another flaw in the Daywalkers—unfortunately for them, they still possessed respiratory systems.
“I have infiltrated a camp full of my enemies, my
“I was in the middle of explaining why you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life!” he growled back at me.
“And why is that?” I smirked in an unconcerned, conversational tone.
“Because I’ve received enough vampire blood over the years to defeat whatever disease is killing off all the other Daywalkers. I’m not weak and vulnerable like the rest of them.”
I had firsthand experience with transfusion of vampire blood. The first time I had visited this lowly place, I had been taken hostage, coincidentally, by the shrew herself. After being nearly charred to death by a fabricated sunbeam, a machine was employed to transfuse my blood into the dying Daywalkers. Had it not been for Jolie, but more specifically, for her sister, I would certainly not have lived another day, or night, as the case may be.
“Then I suppose it will be a battle of brawn,” I concluded.
“Your excessive bravado won’t do you any favors,” he spat back as he lunged for me so quickly that he appeared as a blur. Although I could detect his speed in the air, I allowed him to reach me simply because I wanted to gauge his strength.
He threw me to the ground, and had I been capable of breathing, he would have knocked the wind right out of me. There certainly was surprising strength behind his boldness. As he leaned over me, he pinned me to the ground with two very burly forearms. His eyes became wide orbs in his head, and a pair of very small fangs began to protrude from his pale gums.
“Perhaps this hatred for vampires stems from your obvious fang envy,” I teased. Hearing the sound of a meek laugh from the corner of the room, I remembered the woman who still sat in the chair beside the bed.
“I’m going to rip your heart out and drain you of your blood until there’s none left,” Jeffers threatened in a strained voice. “And then I’ll tear your fangs out and wear them around my neck before I slowly kill you.”
“Rather than wearing them around your neck, perhaps it would be wiser to use them as a set of replacement dentures for your rather small ones?” I countered with a quick grin.
He did not respond but pulled his arm back as if preparing to sucker punch me. And that was when I decided I had had enough. I brought my hands to his chest and pushed him hard. He flew off me and forcibly bounced against the wall before falling to the floor. He was up again in a matter of seconds, appearing as a blur as he tried to assault me. We met each other head on, and I gripped him by the shoulders to stop him from throwing me into the wall. He wrapped his hands around my upper arms and before I knew it, we were wrestling in tedious circles.
Before I could deliver a low kick into his shin to make him release me, he was suddenly enclosed by what looked like a thick blue cloud. He instantaneously let me go, and I took a few steps backwards to watch him choke on whatever was currently engulfing him.
Last I recalled, fabricating magical fog-creations was not included in my repertoire of abilities, thus I could only wonder who might be responsible for the interference. Glancing behind the now sputtering Jeffers, I noticed the quiet woman in the chair. She was no longer sitting, but now standing and holding her outstretched hands towards him.
I could not help my smile. “Ah, my little pet, it appears you are quite the traitor.”
EIGHT
“You aren’t safe here,” the woman said, clearly no longer under my influence. This did not come as any surprise as I had not been able to continuously concentrate on her.
I cocked my head as I smiled before returning my attention to Jeffers. He was nearly blue due to a lack of oxygen. That was another flaw in the Daywalkers—unfortunately for them, they still possessed respiratory systems.
“I have infiltrated a camp full of my enemies, my
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