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oversized vamps, “this here’s a dead man and anyone standing with him is a dead man, too. I suggest you let me go and leave these parts.”
Both vamps started laughing.
“I don’t think so, Morgan Hughes,” Thomas said. “I’ve helped you countless times and this is how you repay me?”
“Let’s not talk about the help you’ve given me. We both know how you saved your own ass with the hunters.”
“Oh, so they did find you?” Thomas joined in on the laughter with the two behemoths.
Morgan broke the other vampire’s grip, jumped up and launched a crushing kick to Thomas’s groin.
The lowlife vampire fell to the ground, howling in pain. Morgan got his right arm free. Reaching back, he shoved his fingers into the large vampire’s mouth and yanked down, ripping the U-shaped bone from the vamp’s face. Blood gushed like a burst water main. Morgan opened his mouth wide, craned his neck around, and began lapping up the vampire’s blood.
The other bloodsucker grabbed Morgan, lifted him up, and slammed him on the ground. The impact hurt, but Morgan had felt much worse and simply rolled away before springing to his feet with feline grace. He saw Thomas slowly recovering.
“You’re going to pay for that,” the remaining large vampire said, looking at his friend lying on the ground and bleeding out. The hefty bloodsucker charged at Morgan.
With fresh vampire blood coursing through his body, Morgan easily sidestepped the oaf’s attack, grabbed the vampire’s arm, and tore it free. The undead creature howled in pain, his eyes glued to the severed limb in Morgan’s hands.
“Want this back?” Morgan asked, tossing the appendage at its owner. The vampire raised its remaining arm to catch the limb. Seizing the moment, Morgan launched himself at the undead creature. Landing on the vampire, he sunk his fangs into the thing’s neck and, like a wild animal, tore away flesh. Blood gushed into Morgan’s mouth.
As Morgan sucked the vampire dry, Thomas attempted to sneak away.
“Going somewhere?”
Thomas halted and turned around. “What the hell are you?”
“I’m the new and improved version of your kind. Actually, I’ve been around for a while now.” And with that, Morgan leaped forward and ripped the heart from Thomas’s chest, leaving the body to bleed out and dissipate like a forgotten memory. He would drink none of the scumbag’s blood.
Chapter 9
Karen arrived at Melanie’s apartment building a short time after leaving the Mercedes. She stood outside the entranceway, contemplating whether or not to enter the building. Glancing around, she looked for anyone odd or out of place. The sidewalks bustled with pedestrians while numerous cars and trucks drove down Second Avenue. She didn’t notice anything unusual, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t being watched.
Karen opened the door to the building and headed inside.
“Hello, Ms. Lakemire,” said Bill, the building’s desk clerk.
“Hi,” Karen replied, giving a gentle wave as she proceeded past the man to the elevators. Melanie had given instructions to the front desk that Karen be permitted access to the apartment anytime she wished.
She exited the elevator on the twenty-first floor, trepidation in her step. The agents’ voices remained fresh in her mind. Taking long and counted breaths, she worked on calming down. Were they at Melanie’s place, too?
She listened intently as she crept along the hallway. Upon reaching the apartment, she placed her ear to the door but didn’t hear anything beyond the rush of blood in her head. She wanted desperately to call Melanie, see if she was home, but couldn’t risk using her cell phone for even a minute.
Raising her hand, she hesitated then rapped on the door. No answer. She knocked again. It seemed Melanie wasn’t home. Relief flooded her when she remembered that Melanie was still at work. She took out her key ring, found the spare to Melanie’s, and opened the
Both vamps started laughing.
“I don’t think so, Morgan Hughes,” Thomas said. “I’ve helped you countless times and this is how you repay me?”
“Let’s not talk about the help you’ve given me. We both know how you saved your own ass with the hunters.”
“Oh, so they did find you?” Thomas joined in on the laughter with the two behemoths.
Morgan broke the other vampire’s grip, jumped up and launched a crushing kick to Thomas’s groin.
The lowlife vampire fell to the ground, howling in pain. Morgan got his right arm free. Reaching back, he shoved his fingers into the large vampire’s mouth and yanked down, ripping the U-shaped bone from the vamp’s face. Blood gushed like a burst water main. Morgan opened his mouth wide, craned his neck around, and began lapping up the vampire’s blood.
The other bloodsucker grabbed Morgan, lifted him up, and slammed him on the ground. The impact hurt, but Morgan had felt much worse and simply rolled away before springing to his feet with feline grace. He saw Thomas slowly recovering.
“You’re going to pay for that,” the remaining large vampire said, looking at his friend lying on the ground and bleeding out. The hefty bloodsucker charged at Morgan.
With fresh vampire blood coursing through his body, Morgan easily sidestepped the oaf’s attack, grabbed the vampire’s arm, and tore it free. The undead creature howled in pain, his eyes glued to the severed limb in Morgan’s hands.
“Want this back?” Morgan asked, tossing the appendage at its owner. The vampire raised its remaining arm to catch the limb. Seizing the moment, Morgan launched himself at the undead creature. Landing on the vampire, he sunk his fangs into the thing’s neck and, like a wild animal, tore away flesh. Blood gushed into Morgan’s mouth.
As Morgan sucked the vampire dry, Thomas attempted to sneak away.
“Going somewhere?”
Thomas halted and turned around. “What the hell are you?”
“I’m the new and improved version of your kind. Actually, I’ve been around for a while now.” And with that, Morgan leaped forward and ripped the heart from Thomas’s chest, leaving the body to bleed out and dissipate like a forgotten memory. He would drink none of the scumbag’s blood.
Chapter 9
Karen arrived at Melanie’s apartment building a short time after leaving the Mercedes. She stood outside the entranceway, contemplating whether or not to enter the building. Glancing around, she looked for anyone odd or out of place. The sidewalks bustled with pedestrians while numerous cars and trucks drove down Second Avenue. She didn’t notice anything unusual, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t being watched.
Karen opened the door to the building and headed inside.
“Hello, Ms. Lakemire,” said Bill, the building’s desk clerk.
“Hi,” Karen replied, giving a gentle wave as she proceeded past the man to the elevators. Melanie had given instructions to the front desk that Karen be permitted access to the apartment anytime she wished.
She exited the elevator on the twenty-first floor, trepidation in her step. The agents’ voices remained fresh in her mind. Taking long and counted breaths, she worked on calming down. Were they at Melanie’s place, too?
She listened intently as she crept along the hallway. Upon reaching the apartment, she placed her ear to the door but didn’t hear anything beyond the rush of blood in her head. She wanted desperately to call Melanie, see if she was home, but couldn’t risk using her cell phone for even a minute.
Raising her hand, she hesitated then rapped on the door. No answer. She knocked again. It seemed Melanie wasn’t home. Relief flooded her when she remembered that Melanie was still at work. She took out her key ring, found the spare to Melanie’s, and opened the
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