I stepped aside and let a giant man stumble inside. He reeked of cheap beer and rotten blood. He stood back up and started swinging. I ducked, missing him just barely each time. He was huge! What he lacked in agility, he made up for in brute strength. I managed to kick his thighs, knocking him to the ground.
I stood and got a good look at him. It took me a minute to recognize him as the familiar from that first night I actually did work at the theater. He was human then, with a red ribbon. Now the ribbon was gone, and his eyes were icy blue.
God damn it. Fucking Bloodsheds.He started to get up, and I moved fast, planting my boot firmly in the center of his chest. I put all my weight down, although it was probably half of his. He squirmed but remained in place.
“How’d you do it?” I taunted, then on a second thought, I positioned my head and spit directly down onto his face. That really pissed him off. He started trying to roll, but I pushed down harder. I’d put my foot all the way through him if I had to. “You got a name?”
“Ernest!” he shouted.
I grinned. “Tell me how you died, Ernest. Tell me what you did to yourself, and I’ll let you up so you can fight me like a man.”
“I’m allergic to peaches. I ate them until my throat swelled up, and I suffocated!” He screamed.
I let my boot up and looked around the room. Shit had fallen and broke from his original entrance. It was kind of hard to avoid in this place. I scanned the room for something to hit him with.
He finally managed to stand up. I reached for a box, and I fell back some as I discovered that it was significantly lighter than I had thought. I slapped him with it, but he crushed it easily.How embarrassing.
“You know this is a fucking joke, right? Why are you even here right now? You can’t possibly think taking on a Bloodborn is a smart idea.” I mocked as I continued to dodge his blows. I rolled, kicked, and ducked. I kept knocking more and more shit down. Glass shattered, the fabric ripped, and things tumbled.
She did have a hoarding problem.
“She killed my girlfriend!”
“The vampire?”
“Yes, you idiot!” He shouted as his fist caught my shoulder. I grimaced and swung out myself. I hit him, but he was too drunk to care. This was getting nowhere.
“You’re the one that bit her.” I realized.
“I told her I’d be back to avenge Laura. She didn’t deserve to die.” He growled.
“What were you two doing? When she attacked?” I knocked all the shit off her table as I took hold of his shirt and slammed him down on it. I clenched my teeth then and rammed my head into his. He was covered in sweat. Paired with the smell coming from him, I almost gagged. It caused me to let him go, which was a mistake. He quickly took advantage, throwing me off of him and halfway across the room.
“What I do for a living is none of her damn business.”
Instantly, I knew that Ernest’s girlfriend was the last entry in Scout’s book.Number nine-hundred-ninety-three, vampire, meth, hillbilly boyfriend.
I was starting to finally feel sore from fighting a methed up brute vampire. I needed to get the upper hand and end this shit now. This was going nowhere. I stood and tried to get a good standing on the floor, but he was waiting for me. Our eyes locked on each other’s, and I gulped.
Fuck.
He staggered and then charged me. I had nothing, so I steeled myself, prepared to take his head into my stomach. He yelled, and as our bodies collided, I heard a female’s voice growl and a wet sound. Ernest dropped instantly, and Scout jumped onto his back. Then I saw she had a long, thick…. paintbrush? It was embedded into the back of his neck. She was pushing it through to the other side. I couldn’t do anything other than stare.
She didn’t look at me as she slowly continued her work. I stood there, too stunned to speak. What the fuck just happened? Finally, she looked up at me. Her face was splattered with blood, and honestly, I had never been so turned on. She licked her lips and blinked.
“Well, I guess that’s Six.”
19
The look he was giving me was what I could only describe as—hunger. I watched his Adam’s apple bob and his tongue flick over his lips. He stared down at me, eyes wide.
I pressed my lips together and raised my eyebrows. I pulled the paintbrush out of the stupid Bloodsheds neck and stood. He wasn’t dead yet. I’d have to cut his head off. I looked from the unconscious body to Desi. He was just blinking and staring at me.
“What?” I asked as perky as I could. I brushed my hair away from my face and ended up smearing blood across it. I grimaced. The stranger’s blood was just like his mate’s. Tinged with drugs; it tasted disgusting.
Desi opened and closed his mouth. Finally, his eyes dipped below my face, and then he pointed to my chest.
“Tit’s out.”
