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trouble. Just let me pass—“
“Sorry, babe. We’re kinda hungry, and you look tasty. Percy, do you want the arms? I think I’ll take her brain. I feel like eating kinda light.” He patted his bulging stomach. “Gotta shed pounds.”
I dropped instinctively into the stance, arms upraised. “Bring it on,” I hissed. “At least I’ll go down fighting.”
The two of them lunged. I lashed out with my leg and arm. I caught the smaller one on the jaw with my karate chop and he staggered backward. The larger one, however, blocked my leg kick and spun me around so hard I went splat! Facedown on the ground.
“Appetizer,” he whispered.
I tried to twist around but he held me in a steely grip, and I still reeled from the effects of my liquid lunch. I could smell his fetid breath and I winced, swallowed to keep from gagging. “Sardines for lunch?” I snapped. “You need a breath mint.”
“You’ve got bigger things to worry about than my kissing sweet breath, bitch.”
“So do you,” I growled, and brought my spike down hard on his instep. He swore but loosened his grip enough for me to spin away. My head was a little clearer now, but the odds were still two against one.
The smaller one advanced toward me. “I didn’t like the way you treated my friend Percy,” he rasped. “Especially when he has only your best interests at heart.”
I seriously doubted that. “Oh, yeah? Such as?”
“Well,” his incisors gleamed in the moonlight. “I don’t like to brag. Let’s just say it involves you calling out his name and mine—as you writhe in ecstasy from our touch.”
“I wouldn’t say the words ecstasy and your names in the same breath, personally. What is your name, anyway?”
I’d always thought myself speedy but this were moved with the speed of light. Before I’d finished the sentence he’d grabbed my arm and slammed my head against one of the dumpsters with such force I saw brilliant stars in front of me. Crap. I felt the warm sensation of blood oozing down, and over the ringing in my ears his harsh laugh as he stood over me, hands fisted on his broad hips.
“Clive. Now, are you gonna cooperate or not?”
Well, I might be down but I certainly wasn’t out for the count. “Not,” I hissed, and struck out with my leg. I caught him on the side of the shin, and he howled, a mournful sound. I took advantage of his momentary dishabille to scramble to my feet. I turned, poised to run, when all of a sudden I felt something lodge in my hair and pull me back. My neck tipped and I gazed into Percy’s blazing yellow eyes.
“That hurt,” he said. “I don’t like to be hurt.”
“Yeah, well, deal with it,” I shot back. It was getting hard to concentrate. That whack on the noggin had caused my headache to return.
“I shall,” he said, and flipped me over as if I were no more than a sack of meal. As I watched, his nails grew long, sharp. With one flick he’d cut open my blouse, exposing my lacy bra.
“First, some pleasure,” he murmured. “Ever do it with a were?” He laughed at the glint in my eye. “Ever do it with anyone?”
I shut my eyes. “Bastard. Rapist.”
“Quit the sweet talk. I—heh?”
At his growl, I opened one eye. The were now flopped down on top of the garbage pails lining one end of the alley, buried from the shoulders down. I struggled to a sitting position, and then I saw the other one, Claude. He dangled about six feet in the air, his eyes yellow with fear, his arms and legs flailing about. Standing directly below him, index finger upraised, stood Cole.
“Now if I let you down, will you take your friend and leave the young lady alone?” he asked, dangerously quiet. “Or would you like to fly headfirst into one of those dumpsters over there? I saw some rats going in earlier—you could get a headstart on dinner.”
“Let me down. We won’t…we won’t bother her.”
“Fine.”
Cole lowered his hand and the
“Sorry, babe. We’re kinda hungry, and you look tasty. Percy, do you want the arms? I think I’ll take her brain. I feel like eating kinda light.” He patted his bulging stomach. “Gotta shed pounds.”
I dropped instinctively into the stance, arms upraised. “Bring it on,” I hissed. “At least I’ll go down fighting.”
The two of them lunged. I lashed out with my leg and arm. I caught the smaller one on the jaw with my karate chop and he staggered backward. The larger one, however, blocked my leg kick and spun me around so hard I went splat! Facedown on the ground.
“Appetizer,” he whispered.
I tried to twist around but he held me in a steely grip, and I still reeled from the effects of my liquid lunch. I could smell his fetid breath and I winced, swallowed to keep from gagging. “Sardines for lunch?” I snapped. “You need a breath mint.”
“You’ve got bigger things to worry about than my kissing sweet breath, bitch.”
“So do you,” I growled, and brought my spike down hard on his instep. He swore but loosened his grip enough for me to spin away. My head was a little clearer now, but the odds were still two against one.
The smaller one advanced toward me. “I didn’t like the way you treated my friend Percy,” he rasped. “Especially when he has only your best interests at heart.”
I seriously doubted that. “Oh, yeah? Such as?”
“Well,” his incisors gleamed in the moonlight. “I don’t like to brag. Let’s just say it involves you calling out his name and mine—as you writhe in ecstasy from our touch.”
“I wouldn’t say the words ecstasy and your names in the same breath, personally. What is your name, anyway?”
I’d always thought myself speedy but this were moved with the speed of light. Before I’d finished the sentence he’d grabbed my arm and slammed my head against one of the dumpsters with such force I saw brilliant stars in front of me. Crap. I felt the warm sensation of blood oozing down, and over the ringing in my ears his harsh laugh as he stood over me, hands fisted on his broad hips.
“Clive. Now, are you gonna cooperate or not?”
Well, I might be down but I certainly wasn’t out for the count. “Not,” I hissed, and struck out with my leg. I caught him on the side of the shin, and he howled, a mournful sound. I took advantage of his momentary dishabille to scramble to my feet. I turned, poised to run, when all of a sudden I felt something lodge in my hair and pull me back. My neck tipped and I gazed into Percy’s blazing yellow eyes.
“That hurt,” he said. “I don’t like to be hurt.”
“Yeah, well, deal with it,” I shot back. It was getting hard to concentrate. That whack on the noggin had caused my headache to return.
“I shall,” he said, and flipped me over as if I were no more than a sack of meal. As I watched, his nails grew long, sharp. With one flick he’d cut open my blouse, exposing my lacy bra.
“First, some pleasure,” he murmured. “Ever do it with a were?” He laughed at the glint in my eye. “Ever do it with anyone?”
I shut my eyes. “Bastard. Rapist.”
“Quit the sweet talk. I—heh?”
At his growl, I opened one eye. The were now flopped down on top of the garbage pails lining one end of the alley, buried from the shoulders down. I struggled to a sitting position, and then I saw the other one, Claude. He dangled about six feet in the air, his eyes yellow with fear, his arms and legs flailing about. Standing directly below him, index finger upraised, stood Cole.
“Now if I let you down, will you take your friend and leave the young lady alone?” he asked, dangerously quiet. “Or would you like to fly headfirst into one of those dumpsters over there? I saw some rats going in earlier—you could get a headstart on dinner.”
“Let me down. We won’t…we won’t bother her.”
“Fine.”
Cole lowered his hand and the
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