Night Kissed (Chosen Vampire Slayer #1) - Mila Young Page 0,80
of my metal staff, and it telescoped neatly into a staff. I intended to put it through its paces and prayed I hadn’t gotten too rusty with this weapon. I cut a clean swing at the coming assault. I admired the trueness of its strikes, and I struck several in one go. Then I swung around and jabbed one end onto a fiend with wild black hair. The vampire dropped dead, a hole through his undead heart. In seconds, another followed suit. Then another. I stabbed three more, and whacked another in the head hard enough to knock him off his feet.
Boots slapped the concrete floor, closer and closer they came.
One of them snatched my shirt from behind me and heaved.
“Bastard,” I growled and threw my elbow into his face, dislodging him from me.
I fought, everything becoming one big blur, which came with such a crowd, with being outnumbered. This wasn’t what I expected. I couldn’t see Logan from the crowd of vampires encroaching.
And then someone grabbed me by the hair and yanked backward. I stumbled on my feet, the searing pain through my scalp made me cry out in shock. An icy chill raced down my spine.
I kicked and punched at everything, trying desperately to get free. The last thing I needed was to get dragged down off my feet into a death orgy of these guys.
The hand brutally pulled my head viciously downward.
I cried out but lashed outward with my staff, my other hand retrieving the stake at my belt and I struck something hard enough to elicit a grunt of pain. I wound up and took a strike, and another, while kicking. Fear bucked inside me but the numbers around me had thinned, and I would finish them.
“Fresh blood,” the vampire tugging on my hair behind me said, and I flinched at the venom in his voice.
His fingers in my hair abruptly relaxed. I pulled free and slammed my stake into the heart of a huge bastard who lunged at me. I shoved him off me, and he fell to the ground with most of the others. The few that remained seemed to recoil now.
Behind me, I heard a snap and a soft tearing sound.
The next hands that touched me were strong and familiar. I whipped around to see his face, my heart in my throat. “Orion!”
He gave me a quick inspection. “Are you hurt?”
I rubbed the back of my head. “No, I’m fine. What—”
He put his fingers to my lips. “Not now. Go find Seth, and I won’t ask you why you’re here.” The firm, almost paternal way he said that made a flame flicker inside me, but I pushed it down. He was right. Not now.
“Have you seen him?” I asked.
Orion pointed, just before a new assailant attempted to leap onto his back. I pulled away as quickly as possible and began to beat my way through the pandemonium. I sliced my way through the mess, hard to tell half the time which vampire was on Orion’s side. But those who stood in my way, I lashed out at.
A direct hit to the side of my face had me staggering sideways, the pain cutting along my cheekbone. I snapped around and without thought, thrust out my stake into the monster. I caught him right in the throat, blood spurting out. He gurgled, eyes wide with shock at my retaliation as he stumbled.
“Oops. Wrong spot.” I wrenched the weapon back, and in a heartbeat, thrust it directly for his heart.
Slammed in there, I smirked. “There you go, all good now.”
The moment, any sign of life evaporated from his eyes and he started to fall, I pulled free my stake and kept going across the warehouse.
Soon, my staff was filthy, slick with the aftermath of killing undead.
By the time I pushed through the back of the fight, I looked like I had fought my way through a warzone. My shirt and jeans had been torn in several places, and I thought I could feel the sticky trickle of blood mixing with sweat. The adrenaline pumping through my veins doubled when I laid eyes on an incredibly angry hell-demon railing against the largest set of chains I’d ever seen.
A tremor jolted through my body, and under the rush of adrenaline came pity at seeing Seth in this state. It pained me to watch him fight for escape. Every inch of me screamed to save him.
“Seth!” I ran toward him. He looked at me, the haze of rage clearing