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vampire’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. Huh. So maybe he was just really hungry instead of completely clueless, Riddick thought. Again, not that it really mattered.
Sorry, mosquito. I’m not on the menu tonight.
This time when the guy came at him—one-handed, because he was cradling his broken hand against his stomach like a sissy—Riddick dropped to the ground and swept the vamp’s leg out from under him, knocking him flat on his back. Too bad vampires didn’t breathe, because a hit like that would’ve knocked the air right out of his lungs.
The vampire dropped his knife when he hit the ground and rolled over to make a grab for it, but Riddick swatted it neatly out his reach. Pressing a knee into the vampire’s spine with enough force that he felt the bones shift, he pulled a couple of zip ties out of his pocket and cuffed his hands.
All in all, the whole thing was over way too quickly to even take the edge off Riddick’s mood.
The wild beast inside him whined restlessly.
“Go ahead and take the bitch,” the vampire said, sounding awfully defiant for a guy who had his face pressed to the ground. “She’s not worth it, anyway.”
“Shut it,” Riddick grumbled. For emphasis, he grabbed a fistful of the vampire’s hair and slammed the guy’s forehead into the ground.
He pulled out the vampire’s wallet and glanced at his driver’s license. “I’m only going to say this once, Gerry Justice—if indeed that is your real name. You just became a vegetarian. Go to the grocery and stock up on bottled blood, because your hunting days are over.”
“Or what?” he sneered.
“Or else I’ll come find you. And I will, Gerry. If I hear your name come up on the police scanner for so much as an unpaid parking ticket, I’m going to hunt you down and introduce you to the sun, piece by fucking piece. Do we understand each other?”
The vampire’s gulp was audible. “And even if I promise not to go after another human, I’m supposed to believe you’re just going to let me walk away now?”
“I don’t remember ever saying I’d let you walk away.”
And with that, he grabbed the guy’s ankle and twisted savagely, neatly severing bone, tendons, muscles, and skin. He tossed the amputated leg aside carelessly.
Sadly, it would grow back. Fucking vampires could heal just about everything.
The vampire shrieked in pain and fury, then proceeded to puke up every drop of blood he’d ingested for the past several days, from the looks of the puddle in front of him.
A good person might have felt sorry for the guy. Riddick felt nothing but mild irritation that he hadn’t put up a better fight—and frustration, thinking that the odds of finding someone else to beat the shit out of tonight were low.
He pulled out his cell and called 911. “If you start…inch worming away, right now,” he dispassionately told the sobbing vampire, “you might be able to escape before the cops get here.”
Riddick stepped over Gerry’s broken body and offered his hand to the woman who was still laid out on the hood of the car like a buffet. She jerked back as if he’d swung on her.
He withdrew his hand, thinking about what he must look like to her, blood rolling down his face onto his shirt after mutilating a vampire before her eyes.
She saw the wild beast.
“What the h-h-hell are you?” she cried, cowering against the windshield.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked that question. He’d never really had an answer.
But now, maybe—just maybe—he was exactly what he needed to be to save Harper and win in the Arena.
And if that just happened to be a monster…well, so be it.
Chapter Eleven
“You shouldn’t let him run away like that, Harpy.”
Harper frowned at him and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Do I look like I can body-block a hundred-eighty-pound ex-slayer?”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. I mean emotionally. He’s running
Sorry, mosquito. I’m not on the menu tonight.
This time when the guy came at him—one-handed, because he was cradling his broken hand against his stomach like a sissy—Riddick dropped to the ground and swept the vamp’s leg out from under him, knocking him flat on his back. Too bad vampires didn’t breathe, because a hit like that would’ve knocked the air right out of his lungs.
The vampire dropped his knife when he hit the ground and rolled over to make a grab for it, but Riddick swatted it neatly out his reach. Pressing a knee into the vampire’s spine with enough force that he felt the bones shift, he pulled a couple of zip ties out of his pocket and cuffed his hands.
All in all, the whole thing was over way too quickly to even take the edge off Riddick’s mood.
The wild beast inside him whined restlessly.
“Go ahead and take the bitch,” the vampire said, sounding awfully defiant for a guy who had his face pressed to the ground. “She’s not worth it, anyway.”
“Shut it,” Riddick grumbled. For emphasis, he grabbed a fistful of the vampire’s hair and slammed the guy’s forehead into the ground.
He pulled out the vampire’s wallet and glanced at his driver’s license. “I’m only going to say this once, Gerry Justice—if indeed that is your real name. You just became a vegetarian. Go to the grocery and stock up on bottled blood, because your hunting days are over.”
“Or what?” he sneered.
“Or else I’ll come find you. And I will, Gerry. If I hear your name come up on the police scanner for so much as an unpaid parking ticket, I’m going to hunt you down and introduce you to the sun, piece by fucking piece. Do we understand each other?”
The vampire’s gulp was audible. “And even if I promise not to go after another human, I’m supposed to believe you’re just going to let me walk away now?”
“I don’t remember ever saying I’d let you walk away.”
And with that, he grabbed the guy’s ankle and twisted savagely, neatly severing bone, tendons, muscles, and skin. He tossed the amputated leg aside carelessly.
Sadly, it would grow back. Fucking vampires could heal just about everything.
The vampire shrieked in pain and fury, then proceeded to puke up every drop of blood he’d ingested for the past several days, from the looks of the puddle in front of him.
A good person might have felt sorry for the guy. Riddick felt nothing but mild irritation that he hadn’t put up a better fight—and frustration, thinking that the odds of finding someone else to beat the shit out of tonight were low.
He pulled out his cell and called 911. “If you start…inch worming away, right now,” he dispassionately told the sobbing vampire, “you might be able to escape before the cops get here.”
Riddick stepped over Gerry’s broken body and offered his hand to the woman who was still laid out on the hood of the car like a buffet. She jerked back as if he’d swung on her.
He withdrew his hand, thinking about what he must look like to her, blood rolling down his face onto his shirt after mutilating a vampire before her eyes.
She saw the wild beast.
“What the h-h-hell are you?” she cried, cowering against the windshield.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked that question. He’d never really had an answer.
But now, maybe—just maybe—he was exactly what he needed to be to save Harper and win in the Arena.
And if that just happened to be a monster…well, so be it.
Chapter Eleven
“You shouldn’t let him run away like that, Harpy.”
Harper frowned at him and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Do I look like I can body-block a hundred-eighty-pound ex-slayer?”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. I mean emotionally. He’s running
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