Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kip
Top Ten Ultimate Betrayals
In a blink, Tyson leaps to his feet and is behind Charlie, his arm wrapped around Charlie’s throat.
“Think quickly, Kip. I know that’s hard for you, but this should be an easy choice.” Tyson tightens his arm, and tangles his other hand in Charlie’s hair, gripping tightly enough that Charlie winces.
“Kip,” Charlie grimaces as Tyson yanks his head to the side by his hair, “he’s bluffing. Don’t give in. He knows that if he kills me, you’ll never forgive him.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Tyson sneers. “I don’t need your forgiveness, Kip. I just need you. And with Charlie gone, I’ll be all you have left.”
“And where will that get you, huh?” Charlie goads, hissing from the pain of Tyson’s forceful grip. “What is the point of all of this if Kip hates you in the end?”
“Will you shut the fuck up? Don’t make me gag you again.” Tyson curls his lip in disdain. “It doesn’t matter if he hates me. I’ll find someone else to help me make him my thrall and then his feelings won’t matter.”
“You fucking suck, you know that?” I hiss. He’s talking about me like I’m not even here. Like I don’t matter. “Did you ever think about maybe talking to me about all of this instead of going behind my back and forcing me to be with you? Like, what the fuck is wrong with you, dude?”
“My therapist tells me a lot is wrong with me, but…it doesn’t bother me, so…
” Tyson shrugs. “Anyway, enough stalling. Make a choice Kip. Break up with him, and he keeps his pretty little neck as is, or try to keep him and I snap it. Ooooh, or better yet, maybe I’ll drain all of his blood so you can watch the life slowly fade from his eyes. That’d be fun, for me at least.”
Tyson leans down, running his nose along Charlie’s neck. “Mmm…I bet you taste sweet, don’t you, Charlie? Is that why Kip can’t resist you?”
And I see red. Before my brain can catch up, my body is moving towards Tyson and Charlie.
Tyson’s head snaps up, eyes locking with me as my fists clench his shirt, tugging him towards me.
Tyson shoves me away, while keeping his arm locked around Charlie’s neck.
Tyson’s hold yanks Charlie to the side, choking Charlie in the process.
“Bad move.” Tyson growls.
I come at him again, but this time Tyson’s fist meets my chest, pushing all of the air out of my lungs, forcing my body back, like I’m a rag-doll.
Tyson is older and stronger than me. That much is clear as my back slams into the cement wall behind me, and I hear my head crack as it whiplashes against the cement.
I’m dazed, my vision spotting with black, but I can still see Tyson’s smile before he leans down, running his tongue along Charlie’s neck. Even though it’s dark, I can see the flash of his fangs as they sink into the neck of my soulmate.
Tyson’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth taking long pulls from Charlie. Charlie whimpers, his nails scratching against the arm holding his neck.
No, this isn’t going to happen. I can’t let this happen. I won’t let Tyson take Charlie from me.
I push my body up from the ground, holding onto the wall to steady myself.
The room spins, and my vision blackens, but I don’t stop.
I feel wetness at the back of my head…blood.
I think I might be dying. I mean, I can’t really die, not from a head wound.
But I can be temporarily incapacitated. I can’t let that happen. Not until after Charlie is safe.
Tyson doesn’t notice my slow steps towards the pair. Charlie’s eyes are on me, but his lids keep getting lower, and his blinks slow.
“It’s okay.” Charlie mouths, his voice not able to make a sound. His body is relaxing against Tyson’s.
I’m finally standing behind Tyson. “No, it’s not okay, baby. This is not okay.”
I hear the sound of Tyson’s fangs wetly retracting from Charlie’s neck in surprise. His hold on Charlie loosens, letting Charlie’s body slump to the floor, as Tyson whips around to see me.
My brain is shutting down, but I force my fist to raise and swing at Tyson’s jaw. It hits, but it’s such a soft blow it would be laughable if we weren’t in this situation.
“Really, Kip?” Tyson sighs, rubbing his jaw with a smirk. “Your boyfriend is basically dead at this point. Why are you still fighting? It’s over, I’ve won.”
I swing again, stumbling forward as I do, and catching myself from falling flat on my face at the last second.
Tyson clicks his tongue. “Sugar, come on now. This is pathetic, even for you.”
“If you think I’m so pathetic, why the hell are you so obsessed with me?” I grit out, pushing myself towards Tyson again.
“Well, you’re not bad to look at, so that’s a plus. And you’re easy to manipulate, sweetheart. You’d be the perfect companion.”
God, how did I not see how much of a fucking dick Tyson is before now?
I’m getting ready to try and swing at him again, pleading with my body and brain to work together just for a few minutes longer. I only need to make sure Charlie is safe. Please, do me a solid, and let me finish this.
My fist is set to miss, when Tyson suddenly stumbles forward, connecting with it.
I glance down to see Charlie’s hand wrapped around Tyson’s ankle.
Charlie smiles weakly at me, his grip loosening.
Charlie must’ve caught Tyson off guard, tripping him right into my fist. When Tyson hits my fist, he bounces right off of it towards the ground.
Tyson is a big dude, and he goes down hard.
His hands fly out in front of him, and as he hits the hard ground his left wrist makes an awful cracking sound.
When his wrist breaks and gives way, his momentum propels him face first into the ground with a cracking thud.
Immediately, a small pool of blood forms underneath Tyson’s head, and he doesn’t move or make a sound.
I sink to my knees next to Charlie, letting my body fall forward until I’m laying face to face with him. I reach out a weak hand, resting it against the cold skin of his cheek.
Charlie’s eyes flutter slightly, his lids opening into a thin slit. I pull my hand back, biting into my wrist until my own blood pools in my mouth.
With the last of my strength, I reach forward and press my wrist against Charlie’s mouth. He lets out a weak moan as some of my blood drips into his mouth.
“Drink, please.” I rasp. “I can’t lose you.”
I feel the pull of Charlie sucking at my wound, drinking my blood to heal the injuries Tyson inflicted on him, as my vision darkens further and I slip into unconsciousness.