Over time they became scorned and vengeful with how times changed, so they took their vengeance on men who had wronged them, helping other women to do the same.
“Shit, they creep me out, man.” Rush shivers.
“We stay close and for fuck’s sake, do not let this prick kill any of them. I have heard about their wrath, and I do not want that on the club.”
I growl, ignoring Winger’s warning.
“Move.” Camo pushes me, keeping me close. I sense Rush on my other side.
We move around the dilapidated barn. The stench of rotting flesh and blood hits my senses as we push through a hole in one of the walls.
Peeking around the wall, I see three Furies all dressed in black rags and lace. They appear to men as beauties, but deep down when they remove theirglamor, they are ugly as fuck with warts and all.
One man is strung up, dead from the color of his skin. The other man is writhing in agony as one of the vamps slices into his body, drinking from each wound. One thing I hate is innocent people dying at the hands of a supernatural, especially vampires.
Take the bad fuckers out if you need to feed.
I do not know if these men are innocent, but they could possibly be, or maybe they are simply caught up in a Fury’s wrath.
“We are no longer alone, sisters,” one says creepily, and Rush whines next to me.
“See, I fucking told you, man.”
“Pussy,” I grunt, then push past Camo, who tries to grip the back of my cut, but I am faster.
The three Furies smile at me, and the vampire stops feeding, his eyes going wide as he takes me in.
Yeah, fucker, you know who I am.Vampires far and wide know about me, the one who killed his coven.
“Kill them,” one of the Furies cries, pointing her finger at us.
They storm at us, their speed not quite as fast as mine, as I am older. The older vampires like me are better, stronger, and faster. Ripping its head clean from its body, dropping it as it ignites into flames, I hear footsteps scattering and more vampires flood into the room.
“You are a traitor to our kind,” one screams, running at me.
I grin, bracing my body for impact, then I move in, dragging my nails across his neck, ripping out his throat.
He gurgles, falling to the floor, then I reach for my brand-new dagger before I drive it into the fucker’s heart. He screeches, flames taking over his body until there is nothing left but ash.
I can hear my brothers fighting, but I head towards the Furies. They are holding the possible human man hostage. The sound of their cackling would make most men cower, but it only fuels my rage.
“Help me,” he whispers, blood coating his body.
As I get closer, one of the sisters makes her move, with her hand held high, a black dagger in her palm.
“Thorin. NO,” gets barked, but I am already moving toward her.
We collide, her dagger slicing through my bicep, but I ignore the burning sensation; my skin will heal on its own.
“Sister, kill him,” is screeched.
I fend off another lunge from her, her hair whipping around her face, her eyes red, showing her anger. I grin, moving around her, circling like a lion hunting his prey.
Snarling at me, her teeth bared, she brings the dagger up one more time, ready to drive it through my heart. My death is all she sees right now.
I growl back at her, and it is like time starts to slow.
“THORIN.”
