Darkness Unmasked(171)

And with that, she attacked.

 

But she didn't just sink her teeth into the Jorõgumo's neck and drink her blood. She rendered her apart and consumed everything.

 

Absolutely everything.

 

Even her soul.

Chapter 11

 

It was sheer survival mode that kept me rooted to the spot and watching, even though every instinct in my body was screaming to get the hell out of there—to get away from the monster that was consuming one of its own kind.

 

Hunter might not be a Jorõgumo, but given what I was witnessing, it was impossible to think of her as just another vampire—however powerful and old she was.

 

Normal vampires didn't consume flesh and bone and brain matter. Normal vampires didn't drink souls.

 

How I didn't lose the entire contents of my stomach, I'll never know.

 

Unbidden, Harry Stanford's words came back into my mind. Oh, trust me, she long ago mastered the art of hiding what she truly is.

 

I guess the question that needed answering now was, what sort of monster had she become?

 

Unfortunately, it wasn't a question I could exactly ask anyone in the know. I had a more than vague suspicion questioning Hunter herself would not be a good idea, and the only other people I could approach who might have some clue were Uncle Quinn and Harry Stanford himself. Both were out of the question, for very different reasons.

 

So I swallowed the bile backing up in my throat, kept my knees locked, and ignored the ever-increasing shuddering in both Amaya's steel and my body. And found myself looking anywhere but at the scene in front of me.

 

But it seemed to take far too long for the Jorõgumo to meet her end.

 

My knees and Amaya's flames gave out at the exact same time. I hit the floor with a grunt and drew in shuddery breaths, my head swimming and my body on fire.

 

A heartbeat later, Azriel knelt in front of me, his concern radiating through me like the wash of a warm summer breeze. He pressed his hand against the wound, my blood oozing up through his fingers as energy radiated from the epicenter of his touch. It flushed strength through my shaking muscles as it began to heal my leg, and, after a few seconds, I felt decidedly better.