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disappeared, obeying him instantly. Gary was only barely aware of those things. His attention was centered on the raging beast claiming Gabrielle. The man was tall and strongâabnormally so, even for a Carpathian. His shoulders were broad, his chest heavily muscled. His eyes glowed red, vicious, predatory. He hit like a jackhammer, slamming his fist straight at Garyâs heart, his white teeth exposed. His teeth showed his state of mind and it wasnât good.
Gary dissolved fast before the fist could penetrate his chest. He cameup behind the Carpathian, reaching to circle his neck with his arm, to lock around him in an effort to break his neck. Thick black hair spilled down the intruderâs back, and the hair went wild, became alive, slashing ropes of razors that cut flesh when touched.
Around him, Gary could feel the frenzied energy spilling out in every direction. Gabrielle, nearly hysterical, desperate to be free, terrified for him. Terrified of the predatory creature that had attacked him. He could feel the energy pouring off the stranger, so broken, so far gone, the darkness in him absolutely crushing. Surprisingly, Garyâs own emotions were much easier to control in the face of the threat.
He had no idea who Aleksei was, but so far, Andre hadnât made a move toward them, which he would have had the crazy ancient been a vampire. Still, Gary wasnât about to allow anyone to hurt Gabrielle, and this man had to be responsible for the vines holding her prisoner. Sheâd been jerked backward a good fifteen feet and slammed hard against the monastery gates.
With Alekseiâs razor-blade hair, Gary had no choice but to release him and jump back. He needed to keep his distance and use modern weapons. This was an ancient Carpathian, possibly a vampire, and no matter how much power and knowledge Gary possessed, he didnât have this hunterâs experience. He needed to use intellect to defeat him, not brawn. He was outmatched and he knew it, and that meant he had to press and press until he was completely played out. The one thing he couldnât allow his opponent was time.
He leapt back and pulled his weapon. Heâd been developing ways to fight vampires since heâd first become Gregoriâs friend. Heâd perfected several. He flew back, his body now protecting Gabrielle, as he drew and fired his weapon. Aleksei simultaneously whirled and came at him, his features sheer stone, eyes blazing with fury.
The small gun was lightweight and fit in the palm of Garyâs hand. To kill a vampire wasnât all that easy. One had to extract the heart and incinerate it. The gun rapid-fired several lethal circular bulletsâclaws of steel. The discs, high velocity, were sharp enough to penetrate through flesh and bone and designed to burrow deep.
Once fired, the disc locked on to a targetâthe withered low-level beat of the undeadâs heartâsurrounded the organ and clamped down. As soonas the claw had the heart in its grip it emitted a high-pitched screech that signaled, even during a loud battle, the heart was ready for extraction. The second trigger on the gun activated the extraction. The entire process took the same amount of time it took to fire a bullet.
The disc hit true. Aleksei stumbled back under the impact, his hands going to his chest. Gary fired a second disc as Aleksei reached into his own chest to pull the claw from inside his body. The ancient didnât make a single sound. Not one. He didnât even blink. If he felt pain, he didnât show it, but he did dodge the second disc with blurring speed, coming at Gary so fast there was no time to move, no time to think of anything but survival. All the while Aleksei rushed, his hand continued to remove the claw from his chest.
Aleksei had no time to puzzle out the reason his lifemate continued to cry out for his opponentâs safety. He couldnât take the chance that Gabrielle would be hurt in the
Gary dissolved fast before the fist could penetrate his chest. He cameup behind the Carpathian, reaching to circle his neck with his arm, to lock around him in an effort to break his neck. Thick black hair spilled down the intruderâs back, and the hair went wild, became alive, slashing ropes of razors that cut flesh when touched.
Around him, Gary could feel the frenzied energy spilling out in every direction. Gabrielle, nearly hysterical, desperate to be free, terrified for him. Terrified of the predatory creature that had attacked him. He could feel the energy pouring off the stranger, so broken, so far gone, the darkness in him absolutely crushing. Surprisingly, Garyâs own emotions were much easier to control in the face of the threat.
He had no idea who Aleksei was, but so far, Andre hadnât made a move toward them, which he would have had the crazy ancient been a vampire. Still, Gary wasnât about to allow anyone to hurt Gabrielle, and this man had to be responsible for the vines holding her prisoner. Sheâd been jerked backward a good fifteen feet and slammed hard against the monastery gates.
With Alekseiâs razor-blade hair, Gary had no choice but to release him and jump back. He needed to keep his distance and use modern weapons. This was an ancient Carpathian, possibly a vampire, and no matter how much power and knowledge Gary possessed, he didnât have this hunterâs experience. He needed to use intellect to defeat him, not brawn. He was outmatched and he knew it, and that meant he had to press and press until he was completely played out. The one thing he couldnât allow his opponent was time.
He leapt back and pulled his weapon. Heâd been developing ways to fight vampires since heâd first become Gregoriâs friend. Heâd perfected several. He flew back, his body now protecting Gabrielle, as he drew and fired his weapon. Aleksei simultaneously whirled and came at him, his features sheer stone, eyes blazing with fury.
The small gun was lightweight and fit in the palm of Garyâs hand. To kill a vampire wasnât all that easy. One had to extract the heart and incinerate it. The gun rapid-fired several lethal circular bulletsâclaws of steel. The discs, high velocity, were sharp enough to penetrate through flesh and bone and designed to burrow deep.
Once fired, the disc locked on to a targetâthe withered low-level beat of the undeadâs heartâsurrounded the organ and clamped down. As soonas the claw had the heart in its grip it emitted a high-pitched screech that signaled, even during a loud battle, the heart was ready for extraction. The second trigger on the gun activated the extraction. The entire process took the same amount of time it took to fire a bullet.
The disc hit true. Aleksei stumbled back under the impact, his hands going to his chest. Gary fired a second disc as Aleksei reached into his own chest to pull the claw from inside his body. The ancient didnât make a single sound. Not one. He didnât even blink. If he felt pain, he didnât show it, but he did dodge the second disc with blurring speed, coming at Gary so fast there was no time to move, no time to think of anything but survival. All the while Aleksei rushed, his hand continued to remove the claw from his chest.
Aleksei had no time to puzzle out the reason his lifemate continued to cry out for his opponentâs safety. He couldnât take the chance that Gabrielle would be hurt in the
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