“You brought this upon yourself, bloodsucker.” The Fury cackles.
“Nah, bitch, you started this war. You seem to have forgotten that I killed your sisters and I will kill you.” I grin.
My words anger her, and she rages behind her wall of vampires. Fists clenched at her sides, her nostrils are flaring, and her teeth are bared to me. If looks could kill, I would be bursting into flames right about now.
“Kill him,” she commands.
The three snarl, growl, then lunge for me. Knowing I am faster and stronger, I calculate my movements.
Gripping one by the neck, I use his body as a weapon to stop the other two. They crumble to the floor, still snarling, inhumane noises coming from them, as they jump to their feet and attack again.
Reaching behind me for my dagger, I swing, letting the sweet blade cut through the neck of the poor fucker who reaches me first. Flames burst over his body, making the other two hesitate, which in turn makes me grin.
Spreading my legs wider, I touch my palm with the blade.
“Who is next?” I ask.
“Do not fear this fake vampire. He is nothing. It is all for show. You” —the Fury points to one— “kill him. And you.” She points to the other one. “His woman went down the hall that way. Go find her and kill her. Drain her of all her blood. Then bring me her body.”
Something inside of me snaps.
Red fills my vision and it is not blood, but I remember what I was taught many years ago: control.
Most vampires will get lost in the blood crave, let the anger and thirst get to them.
“You touch my woman and believe me, I will make your death long and painful,” I snarl.
My voice is low, deep. I push forward my alpha power, and their steps falter; their eyes flashing wide. The threat toward Delaney amps up my anger and need to finish this to get back to her.
“Kill him. What are you waiting for?” the Fury screams.
I hold strong, my stance waiting for them to lunge, but they do not move, looking at each other, then to me. In their hesitation, I lunge, driving my dagger through the heart of one,and while he flays around burning to death, I move using my vampire speed to put the other in a head lock.
Using all of my strength, I tear his head from his body, before letting him fall to the floor.
“Nooooooo,” she cries out.
Turning to the single Fury, my head down, eyes up, my menacing look makes her eyes flash with fear for a brief second before she regains her composure.
“Damn you, bloodsucker.”
“My name is Alpha Thorin; get fucking used to it, cunt.”
“You will die by my hands. If not tonight, then it will be soon.” Those are her parting words as she flees alone.
“Fuck, I could use a drink.” I turn, looking over my shoulder to see Rush reaching for a half empty bottle of Jack on the floor.
I survey the room, looking at the piles of ashes and bone, along with some other supernatural remains.
“How many?” I ask Winger.
He looks tired; hell, they all do. Every one of them is covered in dust and blood from the explosion and fight.
“The newest prospect and two club girls,” he informs me.
“Fuck. Who?”
“Layla and Meryl.”
