Her eyes meet mine, pleading as fear and tears fill her gaze.
I snarl and move. In a flash, I am on them, pulling them both by the hair off their victim. They growl and snarl but are no match for me— they are young and fucking stupid.
We fight, fast moving hits, the air filled with grunts and snarls as they get more and more angry that they cannot fight me, because I am faster and stronger than them. I am the fucking alpha vampire and they know it, but killing me will give them unlimited power in their nest.
Before they can blink, I reach for my dagger and bring it up with such force that it slices into the fucker’s chest, piercing his heart like warm butter. His eyes widen in shock, then his body convulses. Ripples of fire flow through his body, burning him to ash.
“You killed him,” the other one screams. “You killed my brother.”
Looking up, my lips curl into a snarl. “You came into an alpha vampire’s territory, and fed off innocent people; what did you expect?”
He stares at me, hate in his red eyes, but fuck, I have seen it all. He thinks he is intimidating as he is newly sired; they are all cocky fuckers finding their footing in their new dark world, where they are told that they are the top of the food chain.
Well, not in this part of the fucking world. I also know that other Kings of Anarchy charters would not take kindly to rogue vamps coming into their territory.
“You are not our king, Thorin Blackwood, once Thorin Gusev. You are a poor excuse for a vampire, protecting humans when they are below us.” He smirks.
I changed my name many years ago, taking a friend’s surname once he was killed, to carry on his legacy.
“There are spaces for you to feed, fucker; you do not need to take off the street. My streets. Learn your place,” I grunt, inching closer.
A smug look crosses his face. “Oh, I know my place,Alpha.” He says the title with sarcasm. “Do you? It is a shame that you cannot protect all humans in Salem. The females are so easily and readily available to us.”
My fists curl at my sides, my talons breaking the skin of my palms as my jaw tightens, and my teeth grit tightly.
“Brother, stop playing with the scraps; end this. I am fucking bored,” comes Rush’s voice in a low, bored tone.
The rogue’s gaze flickers to my brother, and I take the opportunity to lunge for the cunt, driving my blade into his chest, striking his heart. Unlike his brother, he does not look at me with shock— it is like he already knew the risks coming here and was willing to die, after causing much chaos.
He parts with words that would stop my heart, if I had one.
“You cannot protect her all of the time.” With that, his body jerks before ash fills the air.
Dread fills me knowing that he means Delaney. They fucking plan to target her to get to me.
This is why I stayed away.
Wrath fills me.
My body is vibrating with undiluted rage.
My lips curl, my fists bunch, and my body is coiled tight.
Looking down at the two piles of ash, I bring my boot up, stomping on the soft embers, watching as they float away in the wind.
“Brother, you need to bring this to church,” Camo calls.
“I need to go to her,” I snap.
“Go,” Camo replies, then he looks to Halen. “Go and fill Pres in on what has happened tonight; we will be at Starlight Lounge.”
Moving to my bike in a flash, Camo hot on my heels, we mount up before firing up the bikes, and head toward my woman. She needs to be kept safe, away from fucks who want to take her from me.
I will bleed them dry if they touch her.
9
Delaney
