allure? He hadn’t thought so. Something
wasn’t right about the quiet one.
When the last of Tina’s blood entered his body, Ramon raised
her body over his head and tossed her like a piece of driftwood into the river.
The current caught her, taking her downstream and quickly under the surface.
“Are you going to kill me too?” the other one asked. A
logical question with no terror in her eyes. Even under the influence of his
power, there should be some fear.
“You said you weren’t the murderer.” He studied her. “You’re
stealing, so you can take care of your sister.”
“My sister?”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh yes, my sister.”
Was she confused or lying about this sister? “I could offer
you a job so you don’t have to steal anymore. Would that help you and your
sister?”
She nodded.
He glanced down at her side and noticed the knife gripped in
her hand. She’d picked it up after he’d tossed it onto the dock. “Don’t even
think about it,” he warned. “You saw what happened when your friend tried to
stab me.”
“What are you?” The woman was curious not frightened.
“One of the protectors.”
“You just killed Tina. How are you a protector?”
He stepped closer, circling her with his allure. He needed
to find out her story before he decided what to do with her. “I protect the
innocent. Tina was a murderer. Are you innocent?” He placed his hand behind her
neck. She tilted her head to one side, revealing the steady pulse at her neck.
Almost ready.
She nodded.
“You didn’t scream when I killed Tina or when I threw her in
the river.”
She shrugged. “Tina was always too mouthy. I told her not to
come down here. I don’t like dark places. I got locked up in dark places when
I…”
“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” One more push and—
She raised her hand to slash at his throat with the knife.
He was too quick for her and knocked it from her hand. The knife splashed into
the river. “Ouch!”
He sank his fangs deep into her vein, drawing enough blood
to weaken her. Why it took so much of his allure to control her, he couldn’t
understand. She was powerful. When she relaxed in his arms, he pulled away.
“Now tell me, do you have a sister?”
“No.”
“When did you make your first kill?” he asked, going on
instinct.
“Nine. A babysitter. I stabbed her and my parents put me
away for a year.”
“What happened then? How many kills after?” She was in her mid-twenties
so he hated to think how many this psychopath had killed over the years.
“I ran away at eleven and killed many. I’m not sure, twenty
maybe.”
The lack of remorse chilled him. “Why? Were they a threat to
you? Were you trying to survive? Did they harm someone or something you cared
about or believed in?”
She thought a moment. “No. I don’t care about anyone. I have
a dark personality. I kill because I can or I just want to see if I can get
away with it.”
Ramon’s gut twisted and not from the wounds. He hated to see
this side of humanity. Gazing across the river, he considered how many had died
over the years in this area due to wars, vampire slayers, renegade vampires and
more. At least in these deaths there were usually reasons, survival, politics,
a sense of righteousness, but this woman killed for no worthwhile justification,
not even for pleasure. He had no words.
“We’re the same.” As if she had validated her actions. “You
kill too. There’s something special about you. Maybe we can work together. I
can help you.” She slid her hand to his cock. He wasn’t aroused. Not even after
all the blood he drank.
Her eyes gleamed like a wild animal. The most emotion he’d
seen since he met her, unless she was faking that too. “Yes, we both kill. So
how can you say I’m bad? I’m like you.”
“No, you aren’t like me. Yes, we both kill. But I don’t kill
unless I have a reason.” He clamped his fangs onto her throat in a death grip.
This time he heard his
wasn’t right about the quiet one.
When the last of Tina’s blood entered his body, Ramon raised
her body over his head and tossed her like a piece of driftwood into the river.
The current caught her, taking her downstream and quickly under the surface.
“Are you going to kill me too?” the other one asked. A
logical question with no terror in her eyes. Even under the influence of his
power, there should be some fear.
“You said you weren’t the murderer.” He studied her. “You’re
stealing, so you can take care of your sister.”
“My sister?”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh yes, my sister.”
Was she confused or lying about this sister? “I could offer
you a job so you don’t have to steal anymore. Would that help you and your
sister?”
She nodded.
He glanced down at her side and noticed the knife gripped in
her hand. She’d picked it up after he’d tossed it onto the dock. “Don’t even
think about it,” he warned. “You saw what happened when your friend tried to
stab me.”
“What are you?” The woman was curious not frightened.
“One of the protectors.”
“You just killed Tina. How are you a protector?”
He stepped closer, circling her with his allure. He needed
to find out her story before he decided what to do with her. “I protect the
innocent. Tina was a murderer. Are you innocent?” He placed his hand behind her
neck. She tilted her head to one side, revealing the steady pulse at her neck.
Almost ready.
She nodded.
“You didn’t scream when I killed Tina or when I threw her in
the river.”
She shrugged. “Tina was always too mouthy. I told her not to
come down here. I don’t like dark places. I got locked up in dark places when
I…”
“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” One more push and—
She raised her hand to slash at his throat with the knife.
He was too quick for her and knocked it from her hand. The knife splashed into
the river. “Ouch!”
He sank his fangs deep into her vein, drawing enough blood
to weaken her. Why it took so much of his allure to control her, he couldn’t
understand. She was powerful. When she relaxed in his arms, he pulled away.
“Now tell me, do you have a sister?”
“No.”
“When did you make your first kill?” he asked, going on
instinct.
“Nine. A babysitter. I stabbed her and my parents put me
away for a year.”
“What happened then? How many kills after?” She was in her mid-twenties
so he hated to think how many this psychopath had killed over the years.
“I ran away at eleven and killed many. I’m not sure, twenty
maybe.”
The lack of remorse chilled him. “Why? Were they a threat to
you? Were you trying to survive? Did they harm someone or something you cared
about or believed in?”
She thought a moment. “No. I don’t care about anyone. I have
a dark personality. I kill because I can or I just want to see if I can get
away with it.”
Ramon’s gut twisted and not from the wounds. He hated to see
this side of humanity. Gazing across the river, he considered how many had died
over the years in this area due to wars, vampire slayers, renegade vampires and
more. At least in these deaths there were usually reasons, survival, politics,
a sense of righteousness, but this woman killed for no worthwhile justification,
not even for pleasure. He had no words.
“We’re the same.” As if she had validated her actions. “You
kill too. There’s something special about you. Maybe we can work together. I
can help you.” She slid her hand to his cock. He wasn’t aroused. Not even after
all the blood he drank.
Her eyes gleamed like a wild animal. The most emotion he’d
seen since he met her, unless she was faking that too. “Yes, we both kill. So
how can you say I’m bad? I’m like you.”
“No, you aren’t like me. Yes, we both kill. But I don’t kill
unless I have a reason.” He clamped his fangs onto her throat in a death grip.
This time he heard his
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