Van Helsing Rising - Helen Scott Page 0,59

chest and my hand makes contact with his skin, sending him down to the floor, a twitching, seizing mass.

There's nothing that feels better than this, nothing that could take away the feeling of empowerment coursing through my veins in that moment. Lust twinges through me and I glance over at Dragon, who just shrugs as though to say "I can't help it."

The thought makes me smile and as I move again, taking down another enemy, I realize that I would rather fight and die trying to avoid going back to being an experiment than go meekly without a fuss. I had been weak and quiet for most of my life and all it ever got me was beating after beating until I was nothing more than a number.

Six-two-nine-one.

I will never be that again, not as long as I am able to fight. If these men stick by me, then all the better. I know they can train me in how to use this strange power I have. I know I heal fast enough for it to be odd, and I know I have demon blood flowing through my system. All of these things are only part of me though.

My name is Danica. Where I come from doesn't matter, only where I'm going. And right now? I'm going to kick some more monster ass.

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Crash

Watching Dani fight is sexy as hell. I have no idea where her daggers had come from but they certainly weren't from us. She seems to be a natural with them though.

None of us had expected her to slice the guy's throat when she was inching closer to him, I could pretty much guarantee that. Maybe a punch, definitely a slap, but practically taking the guy's head off?

Not so much.

I knew I didn't have to kiss her to give her access to my powers, at least based on what Striker and Dragon had told us, but it sure as hell hadn't hurt. There had been a spice to her kiss that spoke of the anger and rage she was venting and I wanted more of that.

When the last beast finally falls, we all stand around for a moment wondering what the hell had just happened. The warehouse that we'd found ourselves in wasn't what we'd expected based on intel, and the ambush afterward? Not cool. Definitely not cool.

"So what the hell was that about?" Dani asks as she spins toward us, her white blonde hair whipping around her. It makes her look a little like a dark goddess with all the black she is sporting. Like a blonde, biker version of Hecate or something.

"You think we know?" Phoenix says with a sigh as he looks over at her.

"Aren’t you supposed to be the psychic or something? Shouldn't you, of all people, have seen this coming?" she demands.

"My visions don't work like that for the most part. My power is unpredictable and usually a shitshow when it comes to trying to predict the future. I do better on an individual basis."

"I'm calling for a clean-up," Dragon says as he pulls out his phone and takes a few steps away from us. Well, as much as he can before he runs into dead mutated human bodies. His voice is a barely audible low rumble now that our mics are off.

"Where did you get those daggers, baby girl?" Striker asks as he reaches for her hand.

Dani yanks it out of reach, clutching her new toys to her chest, which makes Striker scowl. Not many people deny him, well, anything, especially if they know of his power, and even if they don't, it's usually because he's a scary motherfucker.

After a moment of glaring at Striker for trying to take her daggers she says, "I found them."

"Did they fall from the sky, darlin'?" I ask, curious about her response.

Clearly she took them from the warehouse, but where in the warehouse had she found them? That’s the question. Where had her little side adventure taken her?

"Obviously not. If they had, they probably would have killed one of you dumbasses," she replies with a grin.

She hadn't been this happy in our presence before. Part of me wonders if she's ever been this happy. We only know a little about her, but what we do know is that she was dealt a rough hand from the get go.

"Seriously, is this what you ran off to get?" Dragon demands.

"You're going to think I'm crazy if I tell you," she mutters, all the happiness draining from her face.

"Darlin',