Carrying the three bags out of the store, as soon as I step out into the late evening chill, I scan the parking lot for the two prospects, but do not see them. Something feels off; I can feel it deep in my bones.
Skyla and Clark think that I am some kind of descendant of witches, as I feel things that cannot be explained, but I do not know my family. They left me at a fire station when I was nearly one, and I bounced from foster home to foster home until I aged out.
I grew up learning to do things for myself, if I wanted anything done.
Rushing toward my car, I feel the first whoosh behind me, and the bags lightly tug in my hands. My heart hammers in my chest as I speed up my steps. I hear the faint crackles of laughter, both male and female.
Where the fuck are the prospects?
My ponytail gets tugged, and I let out a scream, hoping that someone will come to help me. Not that they can see who the hell is taunting me, but there is no one else in the parking lot.
It is vampires; I can smell earthy, coppery tones as they rush past me. A few more whooshes come at me, one spinning mearound on the spot. I drop my groceries and bolt for my car. I know that it will not keep them out, but it offers some safety until help gets here.
“You will die by his hands,” is whispered, so faint I almost miss it.
“He will be the end of you,” is also added.
“Leave me alone,” I cry, reaching my car.
Menacing, cackling laughter fills the space around me, making my body coil tight with fear.
Before I can open my car door, I am spun around, coming face-to-face with a young man. His skin is pale, his eyes red, like fresh blood. His lips spread in a smile as he takes me in.
His gaze moves over my face, dropping down my body, and I shiver, disgust rolling through me at the idea of him fantasizing about me.
“I can see why the alpha vampire wants you.” He leans in, breathing me in, and I close my eyes, fighting back tears.
He is so close to me, and I hate it.
“He doesn’t want me,” I reply, making him laugh.
The creepy sound amps up my fear, the way his gaze slips over me again. Turning my head to the side to look away, I see three other vampires, looking around, checking out the surroundings to make sure that no one interferes.
No one human is stupid enough to take on four vampires, and some supernaturals won’t dare to either.
Fuck, where the hell are the prospects?
“Oh, but I know that he does. You once belonged to the club, and we have information that he wanted you so fucking badly but would not give in to his desires, so he would fuck whores in front of you. Feeding off them instead of his fated mate, so that he can cause her pain. He is a fool,” he states smugly.
His words bounce around my head.
Who the hell has been feeding them this information? It has to be one of the club girls.
No way would they turn on the club; they know what would happen.
He cackles again, gripping my jaw and making me face him.
“I see the wheels turning, sweetheart. Well, do not worry that pretty little head of yours.”
The sound of motorcycle pipes fills the air, and I force myself not to sag in relief.
“I will see you soon,Delaney,” the vampire holding me spits out, before letting me go with a shove, and my head hits my car with a thud.
I cry out, feeling dizzy as I sink to the ground.
Closing my eyes, I try to stop the spinning. My stomach rolls like a tsunami and I fight back the urge to puke in the parking lot.
“Delaney.” My name is called, and despite me feeling worse for wear, my body reacts to him calling my name, hearing the fear in his voice.
