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Alexander roared and ran at Cain. Cain let him barrel right into him and then he pushed his father easily to the floor.
"Have fun in hell," he said to him in a singsong voice before he pummeled Alexander repeatedly in the face as Alexander struggled under him. He went on and on until his father was such a bloodied mess, he was completely unrecognizable. Alexander had long since stopped moving when Cain finally called it good, sitting back on his haunches and staring at his father's prone body impassively.
I searched his face for any sign of regret. But there was nothing there.
There was still nothing there when he rose from the ground and pulled out one of the extra guns he’d holstered at his waist. Cain then shot Alexander right in the head.
There was a short moment of silence before Cain turned to me with one of his rare grins. "I guess you're the only one who still has daddy issues now," Cain snarked.
"I liked having that in common with you. It was like having my own personal therapy group,” I drawled.
Cain surveyed the bloodied mess on the floor.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?" he said, before leaning over and grabbing Alexander's arm. He dragged him out of the formal living room, down the hallway, and through the busted front door.
And just like he’d promised, he didn't stop until his father’s body was lying in the trees, the perfect meal for any surrounding predators.
Cain and I walked back to the house and grabbed our remaining weapons from downstairs, and the bags we’d kept packed, and we headed out of the house.
* * *
Cain
The setting sun cast long, eerie shadows on the woods as Aurora and I dashed to the car we’d hid half a mile away. Our transportation would have been the first thing Alexander would have messed with if we’d left the car outside the cabin.
We’d just gotten to the forest’s edge, where the path to the car was…when a group of the Demon’s worshippers emerged from the fucking darkness, their faces concealed beneath white hooded cloaks, eyes blazing with unholy zeal.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I hissed. I was hungry. And horny. This new development wasn’t helping with any of that.
The sound of their footsteps was a macabre rhythm, growing louder with each beat of my heart. I clenched Aurora's hand tight before reluctantly releasing her so she would have both hands to fight.
"Don’t you all ever fucking die?" snarled Aurora, her voice a mixture of resolve and hate.
The air turned heavy with an ominous silence, punctuated only by the cult members’ ragged breaths as they came to a stop and stood there staring at us. There were only twelve or so though, instead of the horde that had been at the cemetery. So we had that going for us…I guess.
Fuck. Now I was sounding like Stellan.
Without warning, they attacked, all of them descending upon us at once. Their knives were raised high in the air and their guttural chants filled the night. Instinct took fucking control as my body moved with a savage grace. I reached for the knife hidden at my side and swung it in front of me.
With a swift, vicious motion, the blade gleamed in the dim light, and I lunged forward, meeting the first fucker head-on. A primal scream pierced the air as my knife hit his chest, blood spraying into the night like a twisted painting. The metallic tang of blood mingled with the acrid scent of desperation made me want to douse myself in bleach.
The cult members closed in, and we fought. I swung, I stabbed, and I slashed, my knife becoming an extension of my fucking fury. Each strike found its target, and the once-cloaked figures crumpled like paper dolls, their devotion to their Demon master nothing compared to my fucking will.
Two cult members broke away from the chaos, their eyes seething with malice as they came at me from my other side. They lunged at me, trying to rip Aurora and I apart. She’d been fighting by my side the entire time, sometimes back to back so we only had to face things from one side.
I pulled out my gun and fired at one of them, the blast ripping through the night. The other one faltered, momentarily thrown off by the sight of the gun.
Seizing the opportunity, my knife danced through the air and I hit the guy in his throat.
"When will you fuckers learn?" I growled, my voice echoing through the night.
Aurora slashed her knife across someone’s throat and blood sprayed all over her.
She was fucking beautiful.
We slowly carved a path to freedom, the ground littered with the broken bodies of the brainwashed idiots.
All of a sudden, four more appeared out of the woods. Aurora was still dealing with two of the others, and the four assholes immediately grabbed me and started yanking me into the woods.
