Chapter Sixteen #2
All hesitation flies straight out of the window as Loki gets launched through the air and crashes into a tree with such force that he snaps the thick trunk.
I know he’s strong, he’s a vampire for one and fucking strong one at that, but my heart is in my throat until I see him twitch his fingers and then a red film descends over my eyesight, my sole focus on the fucker that threw him and is giving the others a hard time.
While they have it distracted, I sneak around from behind and, drawing one of my daggers, I take a running leap, the idea is to land on his back and sever his head to end this.
However, I underestimated him. I’m flying through the air within landing distance of him when he suddenly spins, so fucking quickly that my eyes can’t track the movement.
In one smooth motion, he simultaneously knocks the knife out of my hand, grabs me around the throat and speeds me away from the guys.
Fortunately for me, he can’t seem to run and eat me at the same time, so he only gets a few metres away from the guys before his bloodlust takes control and he stops.
He still has me by the throat with one hand, my feet off the floor, and my hands wrapped around his fingers, trying to pry his iron grip off my throat.
He stares at me hungrily as I struggle, clearly enjoying it, as I let go of his fingers with my hands and bring my fists down on his forearm, infusing my magic in the hit in an attempt to break his hold.
My vision is starting to spot around the edges, and I can feel the trickle of blood drip down my neck as his claws dig in deeper.
My hit doesn’t do anything, and it's clear that he’s done playing with his food because he brings me closer to his razor sharp teeth.
I strike out with my foot, and he somehow manages to dodge it.
Even though I missed, it seems to piss him the fuck off though because I suddenly find myself on the receiving end of a vicious snarl as spittle lands on my face and those teeth aim for my shoulder.
His teeth barely scrape the leather of my armour, thankfully not piercing it, when he suddenly bellows in pain and drops me in a flash.
I land hard on the floor, staring up at the vamp whose face is contorted in pain.
Five emerald-tipped claws are protruding from his shoulder, and a seriously enraged Reaper stood behind him, a deadly snarl on his face as he lets out a bone-shaking growl.
He then tears his hand out of the vamp's chest and then proceeds to rip the fuckers arm off like he’s tearing paper and not ripping apart bone and muscle.
The whole time he’s doing it, the rumbling, snarling growl never stops, and his eyes, which are usually yellow with a vertical slit, start to glow, red and orange specks flaring to life in them.
More worryingly, though, is that his body starts to waver and flicker like he’s fighting desperately against something that’s trying to get out as he stands, breathing heavily over the top of the writhing vamp, who is obviously in enough pain to stop in his vendetta against us for the minute.
It won’t last long though, and he’s going to be pissed when his body heals it enough that he can feel it.
“Fuck!” Storm yells, his leathery wings lifting him off the ground slightly, “Guys, calm him the fuck down now.”
The edge of panic for Reaper and not the vamp lets me know that there is definitely something else going on here that I don’t understand.
I get to my feet just in time to stop the vamp as he recovers enough to try and lunge for Reaper.
One of my knives has left my hand before I’ve even consciously thought about it.
Macabrely enough, it strikes him in the forehead, and unlike losing a limb doesn’t hurt him enough to slow him down at all.
The only thing I’m concerned with is keeping him away from Reaper so that the others can calm him down.
Why that’s important right now, I don’t know, but I do know enough about them to trust them.
I know they would never let anything bad happen to each other, they’re family.
I feel a wave of relief as I see Loki rush over to help Reaper.
Thank fuck he’s okay. I’m not sure why that matters so much to me when I’m used to people dying around me and wouldn’t usually care.
Actually, that’s a lie, somehow, I’ve come to care about all of these guys, and I will help protect them even if I don’t know what I’m protecting them from, which is the case now.
With that in mind, I make sure his focus is solely on me as I dive out of his way when he tries to attack again, thankfully the loss of his arm and the knife still sticking out of his forehead, along with the other wounds he’s received so far are starting to slow him down.
Drawing my sword, I dart forward, slashing at him and then moving away, leading him in a different direction away from Reaper and the others.
In the peripheral of my vision, I see Storm several feet in the air silently stalking him from the sky as he cloaks himself in his shadows, and I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t know that he’s there.
The vamp must sense something though because he starts to turn around, his gaze going up, I’m too far away to do much good with my sword, and I know that even if the vamp can’t see Storm in the shadows, he will be able to see Reaper and he’ll instantly go after him since he’s done the most damage so far.
I fling my sword to the side, embedding it in a nearby tree and then grab my whip from its place on my hip.
He’s already managed to turn around and, like predicted, is heading towards a still enraged Reaper.
I need to end this before Reaper realises, or I have a feeling that whatever the guys are trying to prevent happening will happen.
I somehow know that Storm is readying himself to intervene, but he’s not going to get a good enough angle on the vamp to sever his head.
I release my whip, my aim thankfully accurate as the knife on the end slices the back of his ankles deep enough to have him falling to the ground right below Storm.
He glances down at me, still surrounded by shadows and clearly unaware that I can see him.
He smiles, not a fake smile, but a genuine smile that reaches his eyes and has me cursing because holy fuck is he gorgeous, a pang in my heart has me worrying that he’s broken through a layer of my defences with his smile alone. He doesn’t even realise I can see it.
I’ve had plenty of practice at blanking my expression, which is the only reason I manage not to give anything away.
Only seconds have passed when he says in a voice that contrasts his expression, “Thanks.”
He then explodes from the shadows and folding his wings in tightly as he drops down onto the vamp, and makes quick work of severing its head, which in itself is an impressive show of strength.
It’s bloody hard work getting a sword through all that muscle and spinal cord, and it needs to be severed entirely, or they have a chance of coming back.
Storm kicks the head away from the body, but when it doesn’t turn to ash immediately like an accurate level one rogue vamp would, he pulls out a vial from his belt, one of the ones that we all carry and are potent ready-made spells that only need a trigger word to activate it.
He says the word and then puts half on the body and half on the head, and we watch as it does what it was supposed to do as soon as the head is severed and turns to ash.
Stepping over the piles, he makes his way over to me, his expression the careful blank mask I’ve gotten used to.
Now I’ve seen what his smile is like, what he’s like when he’s completely unguarded, even if it was just for a fleeting second, there’s an ache in my heart now that I’m faced with the expressionless facade staring back at me.
“Come on, let’s get back to the horses,” he suggests, moving past me and back the way we came. His wings disappearing once again and making me frown.
I let it go though, pushing all the questions away as I glance over to where I last saw Reaper and the others, only to see they aren’t there anymore. “What about the others?”
“They’ll catch up when they’re ready,” Storm answers with finality.
I receive the message loud and clear, we are not going to be discussing what’s going on with Reaper, and that’s fine with me. Goddess knows there’s plenty of shit that I don’t want to share with them.