My hair whooshes around me and I can feel them surround me.
Vampires.
“What do we have here?” The one in the front asks, tilting his head to the side to look at me. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt, which is a stark contrast to his pale white face.
“Back off, she’s ours.”
He leans from side to side. “Doesn’t look like your pack has marked her, so I’d say she’s fair game.”
“She. Me. I’m not fair game.”
“The bounty on your head says otherwise.”
“Out of curiosity, how much is it up to now?”
“Two mill.”
“Quid? Fuck me. Only one and a half more before my best friend turns on me.”
“What?”
“Can I run upstairs and grab my phone, before we leave to wherever it is you’re taking me?”
“No.”
“Worth a shot.”
A gust of air blows my hair back and his cool fingers trace along my jaw to my bottom lip where his thumb pulls it down. Remnants of my blood show on his finger, “Mouthy little thing, aren’t you?”
“So I’ve been told a time or two.” I grab his hand and wipe my blood from his finger before he can put it in his mouth. Something about him tasting any part of me makes me feel sick.
“I was going to enjoy that.”
“I know,” I smirk back.
“I like you. You have spunk. Perhaps Samara will let me keep you as a little pet.”
“My breath is bated,” I retort back.
The vampire grabs me, his grasp feeling like a boulder is crushing my arm. “Let’s go.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you.”
Looking at my options, I’d much rather the shifters. They are slow and dumb and with them, I have more time to outwit or escape. Vampires. Not so much. They are cunning and quick.
Dickface shifts into his dog and the rest of his pack shifts.
“What? What are you going to do? Meow me to death? We fight werewolves, who are like twenty times the size of you.”
It’s true. Looking at them, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to be a fair match.
“Let’s go.” The vampire jerks my arm. Suddenly, cats are leaping onto the vampire. They’re everywhere. Do they have the ability to communicate with the other cats in the area? Because wow. There are like a hundred. Maybe not quite, but there are a lot and they are jumping and scratching at the vampire holding me.
“Get off of me!” He growls.
He releases my arm, and I take off running. Screams and shrieks and slams of trashcans echo behind me, but I don’t turn around. One foot in front of the other. The apartment building gets further in my rearview, and I don’t know the area well enough to figure out how to get back. That’s the only safe place for me right now and I’m running away from it.
My legs are burning, and my lungs are begging for air. I’m not a runner. Never have been. I have this innate ability to cross my legs and plant myself face down. It’s like my legs are two best friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time and when they run, they just want to hug each other because they’re so excited.
