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Curtain Call
NAKED STEVE IS a dead man. Not because he has been sentenced to death by Lawrence, but because he just put his hand on Hayley. The tension radiating through the audience is enough to heat up my cold skin. I try to block out the growls of the Bella Crew. They’re pissed off that I haven’t stepped forward to intervene. But I can’t.
Hayley isn’t fragile. She could possibly be the most powerful being in the world if she’s given the proper care and training. The fact that she has spent her entire life sheltered and unknowing about her own nature really fucking sucks. I feel bad for her. I wish she wasn’t here in the first place. Except for another part of me, my instinct as a vampire, loves that she is. I never expected to meet another dhampir in my life. My grandmother was special to me, and she told me a lot about her life. It was shocking the day she murdered that vampire, because I had no idea that she was my grandmother. She looked young. I thought she was my mother, but even then, it was as if she didn’t age at all over the years. Technically, she didn’t. Because her genes derive from a vampire, she didn’t age. Neither will Hayley. She will forever remain in her current adult state, a beautiful, stunning woman who now faces a murderous rapist who desires to pin her down and overpower her in front of everyone.
I won’t let that happen. There’s no fucking way he will get close to her. He’s lucky to even have his hand, because there’s nothing I hate more than disgusting men who think they can treat a woman like this.
It’s men like this that make the Fright Fights easier. It’s not always terrible men, but when it is, I feel as if I’m serving justice, even if it’s all for entertainment in this boring town.
Hayley yells out, her voice setting off the crowd even more. Those sick son-of-a-bastards love hearing her. I don’t usually get queasy, but my stomach twists in knots just knowing that some of them get off on the idea of her getting hurt or worse.
“You got this, Violet,” I call, clapping my hands and trying to pump her up. “Get him right in the dick. Then I’ll drop him.”
Hayley screeches out, trying to pull away from Steve to get some space between them. Kicking her leg, she whacks the fucker in the balls. He hollers and lets her go, but he doesn’t stay away for long.
“Come on, baby. Get her. If you can get her, I’ll suck your dick. Wouldn’t you like that?” Kassandra waves her hands over her head, her sparkly costume glittering in the light. She climbs on the ropes and stands taller, looking over the crowd.
She used to not always be like this. Kassandra grew into a monster because of Lawrence. She was once human with me. She’s not one from the uprising either. But her persona quickly changed when she realized Lawrence would do more for her the crazier she acted. And then she became one of the headlining vampires of the Fright Fights.
“Fuck off!” Naked Steve shouts, spinning to block Hayley from striking his balls again. “I don’t want your fucking fangs anywhere near me.”
“Then what about your Freaky Fine Girl, Daddy-Boy? Will you do it for me?” Brandy Ray’s voice echoes through the speaker as Lawrence wags his eyebrows. The Cloos Coven must’ve fucked Lawrence over if their only female donor presents herself on stage. Strolling forward, she acts almost robotic in her movements.
Fucking hell. Hayley’s going to lose her concentration if she realizes the donor has been mind manipulated. No one in their right mind would suck Naked Steve’s cock.
“Fuck off, Brandy! You’re the bitch who—” Hayley uses the theatrics to her advantage, launching at Naked Steve again. She lands on top of him and scratches his face, trying to claw his eyes out.
“Yeah! Get him!” I shout, excitement coursing through me.
Naked Steve’s screams for mercy set Kassandra off, and she propels from the ropes and onto him. Because she enters the ring and touches him, the rules state they switch places. Hayley widens her eyes, the fear obvious on her face. Kassandra snarls, jerking her hand forward to snatch Hayley. Neither of them sees the manipulated donor until Brandy turns into Freaky Fine Girl and sinks a knife into Kassandra’s back. Spinning, Kassandra punches her fist into the donor, ripping her heart out before she realizes what happens.
I charge toward Hayley, thanking the universe for the bloody interruption, and grab her hand, spinning her toward the corner. I take her place and roar, embodying my Savage Saint persona. Kassandra realizes her mistake, jerking her attention to me. It’s too late. Jabbing my knife, I stab her in the shoulder, sending her blood squirting all over Naked Steve.
“Whoa, folks! Looks like we got some bloodshed! You know what that means!” Lawrence’s voice bursts through the speakers, the guttural noise vibrating the mat of the ring.
I clench my jaw and brace myself for the wave of disgusting gen. pop. blood about to flood the stage, turning this fight into blood wrestling. Lawrence is going all out tonight.
I swivel on my feet. “Cover your face, Violet!” I shout, trying my best to prepare her for the waterfall. A lot of times the blood screws with the donors more than the vampires, blinding them for a split second.
The words barely escape my lips before the buckets tip over above us, spraying blood everywhere. Abandoning their seats, the people in the crowd tip their heads back around the rings, getting a taste. The security team ushers everyone away, and I try not to let it distract me as Kassandra hops up and flings her hair back, sending blood spraying again. Instead of automatically coming after me, she shakes her hips and flashes the crowd her tits. Hayley groans in disgust from behind me, but I don’t turn to look. I stride forward and start circling Kassandra as if I’m the predator and she’s the prey. This is a game that we’ve played many times before in the ring. The crowd loves seeing women get overpowered. They are so twisted, but what else can I do? This is a performance, after all, and as Lawrence has said time and time again, what the crowd wants, the crowd gets. The only line he draws is fucking on stage. That’s for the Erotic Fright Fights, but the cost is far too expensive for most to attend. Thank the fucking universe.
“Do you like what you see, handsome?” Kassandra’s voice bellows through the air. She grabs her top and rips it off completely, choosing to stand in the middle of the ring, covered in blood, with her massive tits on full display. And damn it. I know what she plans. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s tried to smother me and incapacitate me.
I flash my fangs, flexing my muscles. “You love the idea that I do, don’t you, Killer?” I retort, pretending to draw the silhouette of her body with my hands.
Kassandra hisses, keeping a couple of feet of space between us. “The only thing I like the sound of is suffocating you with my tits. You’re going down, Savage.”
Lunging at me, Kassandra flies in my direction. I don’t move and let her shove me off my feet, getting the crowd riled up. They shout about my manhood and how I’m a weak piece of shit because Kassandra got me down so easily. But it’s all part of the show.
Kassandra does exactly what she threatens and leans in, smashing her boobs into my face. I pretend I can’t breathe and thrash beneath her until she arches back up and grins, pulling a knife from the sheath on her hip to point at me.
I tense, preparing myself to be stabbed either in my side or chest. Kassandra loves stabbing the hell out of me.
She doesn’t get the chance.
Hayley surprises her and enters the ring, shoving Kassandra back. I realize something triggers her dhampir nature, and she lands on top of Kassandra, looking ready to sink her teeth into her.
