The woman’s eyes widen slightly as she catches sight of him, and I grin. Hoping she reads it as a ‘don’t worry, I’ve got this’ smile and not an ‘I’m incompetent and have no idea how much danger I’m actually in’ smile.
The uniformed soldier who has just walked through the door is a different kind of supernatural to the vamp, which is made obvious by the fact that his eyes are split like a snake, and I notice that his tongue is forked as it slithers out of his mouth to taste the air.
Its gaze snaps to me, and he grins.
“Ah, a rare treat indeed, you’ll be the perfect snack,” he hisses, his eyes glowing.
I point Asael at him, “First of all, thank you, I am a snack.” I hear the blue-haired woman snort, which means we’re at least somewhere that knows something about Earthism’s. I continue talking to the know confused looking snake man, “Secondly, that was really fucking creepy. You should work on that, and last but not least, I’m no one's fucking snack, bring it, hissy face.”
Snake man's eyes cloud with anger, and then he leaps at me as huge curved fangs protrude from his gums, dripping with venom.
Yeah, I definitely don’t want this fucker to bite me. I just hope that he’s not the kind of snake that can spit venom at me, because that’s going to suck.
The fucker spits.
Shit.
Of fucking course.
Diving out of the way, I send Asael away. He’s just going to make dodging and diving more difficult, and Snakey Boy is proving to be more challenging than I thought.
Which is really fucking awesome, actually. I like a challenge, and he looks like he’s going to be a good one.
He starts to mumble, apparently, these supes can cast spells as well. Isn’t that fantastic?
Actually, it is kind of awesome, but I’m not about to tell this fucker that.
I’m going to have to use my magic again. That’s the only way that I’m going to be able to take him down.
“Be careful how much magic you show them, they aren’t to know yet,”the Voices tell me clearly.
Well, alrighty then.
I’m not going to even bother trying to get them to explain more. They’ve gone back to muttering indecipherably.
Plus, Snakey Boy is determined to spit on me, which is gross on so many fucking levels, and will no doubt be fucking painful if he actually manages to do it.
I duck another deadly spit, gross, my eyes widening as it hits the grass next to me and fucking sizzles.
“My venom will melt the skin from your body,” he hisses.
I grimace. That is a really unpleasant image to have shoved into my mind.
He spins as he tries to bring himself closer to me and starts muttering again. He clearly needs to speak the spell out loud in order to make it work. So if I take away his ability to speak and pronounce the words properly, then he shouldn’t be able to finish the spell, which I am almost completely certain will be very painful for me, and most likely end with my death.
I have no intention of visiting the Darkness Friend today.
I let him get into my personal space again, dodge another spit, and then jab him straight in the fang. It snaps, and I jump backward as venom and blood spew from the snapped-off tooth, and he howls in agony.
Before I can take his head while he’s distracted, he disappears.
I narrow my eyes as I stay in a fighting stance, holding Asael in my hand loosely as I glance around.
He can’t be just gone.
Chapter Fifteen
Neith
