Transfusion (Transfusion Saga #1)

Chapter 12

Attack of the Killer Box

The second I shouted about the loss of my breakfast instead of screaming in fear really must have thrown them, as they each looked at one another in confusion.

Well, they were about to find out why as let’s just say that thanks to my upbringing, I didn’t exactly scare easily.

“Sorry fellas, but if you’re looking for dinosaurs then you’re in the wrong place, try the National History Museum to fulfil those boyhood dreams of yours,”

I told them sarcastically as I shrugged out of my jacket, now getting ready for what I had an idea was soon to happen.

Now, if only I could get away with doing some stretches and lunges, my muscles might survive this later.

But then again, wouldn’t that have been too obvious?

The three guys frowned, and one guy even cracked his knuckles making me roll my eyes at the cliché.

“Can we hurt this bitch yet?”

the knuckle cracker asked the guy in the middle who shook his head slightly.

“We are here for the box, now hand it over and you won’t get hurt.”

The one who was clearly in charge said, making me scoff back a little laugh.

He was taller than the rest, but still wearing all black like the other two.

He also looked slightly older, maybe in his late forties, compared to the Beavis and Butthead that looked a similar age to me, if not younger.

All three were fairly large, fit guys but compared to the men in my life that I was used to, then it was like a couple of gymnasts or fit cyclists going up against heavy weight champions merged with the world’s strongest men competition.

Needless to say, I wasn’t intimidated.

“Or you could just leave now, and you won’t get hurt,”

I countered making them laugh as they clearly got the wrong idea of why I was acting so cocky.

“If you think your Vampire will be coming to save you, then think again Girl, we dealt with him and gave him a nice little diversion,”

the middle man said, who I gathered had started to go grey early as he looked as though he had racing stripes down the side of his hair…I wondered if it made him run faster? Well, maybe I would find out when he realized that assumption was the mother from where all mistakes are born…thanks for that one daddy, I thought with a grin.

But what he said had managed to throw me slightly off balance as not only did they know about Vampires, which for humans was unusual, but I wondered what they had done to Lucius as a diversion? Not that I was worried that he could be hurt, because let’s face it, unless he was up against a God, then like my dad, he was pretty indestructible.

“Oh well…looks like he will miss the show, he will be pissed as he loves a good fight,”

I taunted causing the middle one to make an incredulous sound as if he couldn’t believe the gall of my bravery.

I knew this when he said,

“I gotta give it to you lady, you got balls…shame though, you were a pretty little thing too…”

Then he nodded towards me and the one on his right came at me first, storming down the center of the room, one framed either side with a line of examining desks, with magnifying lamps and metal stools.

It looked a little like a classroom with a library of artifacts at the end laid in drawers.

Which meant that I had to keep this from getting as messy as possible because I would never forgive myself if something got damaged because of these three goons.

I shrugged my shoulders at his comment and the second the first thug got within striking distance I took him off guard by punching him first in the nose.

Then, while he was still dazed and confused, I lashed out again and this time punched him in the throat, nearly crushing his windpipe.

Then I grabbed him by the jacket and yanked him forcefully into my knee getting him in the testicles.

I hit him so hard that I felt them recoil on impact, as if they themselves were screaming and echoing ‘Nooooo!’ as they knew what was coming…

Sickening pain, that’s what!

He crumpled to the floor, landing hard on his knees and his hands didn’t know what to hold on to first: his broken nose, his bruised throat that he couldn’t breathe through or his tender nuts.

Then he fell to the side and I grinned down at the man now lying sideways in a fetal position and cupping his balls.

“Good choice,”

I said with a smirk before looking back at the other two knowing what I would find…

Utter shock.

“You were saying something about my pretty face?”

I said in an innocent little voice and chuckling as I looked at the guys blood on my knuckles, wiping it casually down my top.

A move which I liked to think was threatening enough without being cliché, unlike the dickhead currently broken on the floor.

But then he looked up at me through watery eyes and made his second mistake.

“Bitch!”

he snarled through clenched teeth.

I placed a hand on my chest and said,

“What, who me?”

in an innocent voice.

Then I twisted my body and dropped down, quickly delivering a hammered punch at his face, now knocking him unconscious.

Then I stood back up, put a hand to my ear and said,

“You were saying, Dickhead?”

Of course, I didn’t receive an answer but asking him the sarcastic question felt good.

“Well, what do you know, I guess he doesn’t feel like talking anymore,”

I said to the other two, making their features twist into angry glares.

Then the one in charge nodded to the guy on his left telling him without words to go and have his try, who unlike the other one, wasn’t taking any chances.

He pulled out a large knife from behind his jacket and came towards me with it, twisting it round in his hand as he had no doubt practiced it in the mirror while convincing himself that he was a badass.

“Now you will pay for that!”

he warned, trying to sound threatening.

“You know in some cultures they pay for things in teeth, let’s try that should we?”

I said making him roar at me before swinging out with the knife.

I ducked once under the swing and popped back up quickly to his side and grabbed his forearm in a block with one hand.

I then twisted his arm, yanked him hard and cracked him in the face with a swing of my elbow, catching him in the jaw and busting his lip.

He staggered back but surprisingly managed to keep hold of his knife.

Oh well, I will just have to try harder.

“YOU CUNT!”

he screamed at me and again I shrugged my shoulders before he came at me again.

Now it was time to get rid of the knife.

So, this time when he lunged at me, trying to stab me straight on, I blocked the attack, swiping his arm to one side and breaking off the center line.

Simultaneously, two things happened and the first was me bending my body back slightly, giving myself some distance from the threat of his blade.

Then at the same time I grabbed his wrist, quickly bent it back on itself and took the knife from his hand, throwing it to the ground behind me.

“AHH, LET ME GO YOU WHORE!”

he snarled pointlessly, because what did he expect after name calling, for me to say, ‘Oh I’m terribly sorry dear chap, it was supposed to tickle?’

Douchebag, I thought with a shake of my head and sighing before putting him down for good.

And I did this by still holding his arm in a lock, twisting it further back so that he had nowhere to go but down to the floor.

I gave his body no other option but to bend further and at the same time I brought up my knee, connecting it with his face with a sickening crunch.

It hurt me but not nearly as much as it hurt him when breaking his face.

Then, as he was still howling in pain, I made sure he wouldn’t be using his arm any time soon, pleased to put that happy slasher move out of commission for good.

So, I held out his arm straight and said,

“I hope you like hospital food,”

then I hammered my bent elbow down on his arm in just the right place, breaking the bone and feeling slightly sick when I felt it snap.

Now he really howled in pain and funnily enough, there wasn’t a single curse word uttered, as no doubt he was now worried that if he called me a whore again, I would kill him.

I then bent down and picked up the knife, all the time keeping the last guy in my sights, who was now looking slightly pale at the sight of what this little woman could do.

“What the…Who the hell are you lady?!”

The guy stammered, and I was surprised that he hadn’t ran yet.

Oh well, more fool him.

But it was rude not to give him an answer.

So, I gave him one, smirking an evil little grin as I did…

“I’m a Draven.”

Then to drive my point home, giving him an idea of just what that meant, I flipped the knife once, caught it at the right angle before hurling it towards him, hitting its mark perfectly and embedding it in his shoulder.

Well, I didn’t want to kill him as after all, that would have been rather rude of me.

He screamed, twisting his body side on after the impact threw his shoulder back, then he looked down at its hilt sticking out of his jacket as if wondering how it got there.

“You fucking stabbed me!”

he shouted in astonishment and I shrugged my shoulders as if I was a little girl that had just been caught stealing cookies.

“You started it,”

I reminded him.

See, that was the problem with taking one look at someone and assuming because people were small that they could easily be beaten.

My father had been teaching me to fight ever since I could walk, knowing that I may have no supernatural powers, but there were other ways that I could protect myself.

Alright, so I wouldn’t have much of a chance going up against one of his own kind but in the human world at least I could defend myself.

And surprisingly, I wasn’t actually a violent person but knowing what I did, meant that I could face a situation like this with the confidence that I would walk away from it relatively unscathed.

But that was when the person had a blade or even a bat, knowing exactly what to do to block the hit before then disarming them.

Then the next job was to break something important, like a leg so they wouldn’t be getting up again anytime soon.

Of course, knocking them unconscious helped too.

However, there was one thing that I couldn’t fight against…A gun.

Which was when he did something that I hadn’t been expecting and with a determined look on his face he pulled a weapon from behind his trousers and aimed it at me.

“You should have just given us the box, Bitch.”

Then he cocked back the hammer and pulled the trigger.

And in that split second the only thing that managed to escape my lips just as the gun fired was…

“Ah shit.”