there was anyone who'd miss him.
He strode forward, coming out of the dark like the predator he was.
"So, finally I meet The Darkness." The tall vampire stood flanked by his two remaining followers. His voice was composed, but his fear stained the air.
Rand didn't say anything. He didn't talk to those he executed.
The air between them hung heavy, tension thickening like building thunderclouds.
The vampires attacked.
For Rand, time slowed. He heard every solid beat of his heart. Felt the touch of cool steel in his hand. Sensed the spike of pranic energy from the vampires.
He blocked the strike from the first vampire with a forearm. Took down the second with a smooth thrust of the stake. A hard kick sent the tall leader tumbling back into the sand.
Spinning, Rand moved lightning fast until he was face-to-face with the first vampire.
"No, please--"
His father had begged for mercy. But no one had listened. That long-ago vampire had forced a teenaged Rand to watch as he'd ripped Brody Wilder apart.
Rand stabbed the stake through the vamp's chakra and didn't wait to watch him fall.
"Just you and me, vishuddha ," the tall vampire said.
Rand straightened and eyed his final foe. The vampire had used the formal name for Rand's kind. He was a descendant of a pure-blood vishuddha, the rare child resulting from the union of vampire and human.
Gifted with enhanced strength and senses, and a much longer life than humans, vishuddha made the perfect hunters of vampires.
He was doing what he'd been born to do.
They flew at each other and went crashing to the ground. At six foot five, Rand was bigger, but the vampire was strong. They wrestled and Rand felt the scrape of sharp fangs on his cheek.
"I'll take your blood, Darkness. And I'll make it hurt."
Fangs ripped at the side of Rand's neck and he felt his flesh tear. For a second, he relished the pain. Then he thrust a fist at the vampire's head.
Rand had never let a vampire feed from him and he wasn't starting now.
He'd been hardened in the blood and pain of many battles. One unbalanced rogue wouldn't be his undoing.
Raising an arm, Rand rammed the metal stake into the vampire's back. The tip pierced his heart from behind.
With a garbled cry, the vampire slumped forward, heart chakra destroyed.
Sucking in a deep breath, Rand rolled the body off him. He pushed to his feet.
Another monster dead.
He stared at his bloody hands and the stake resting in them. It was all he knew. Blood. Death. Darkness. What would his father think of him?
Before Rand could clean his stake, headlights cut across the desert, blinding him. A car jerked to a halt on the rough ground, doors opened.
"Police! Stay where you are and drop your weapon."
Damn . Someone from the bar must've spotted them. He'd hoped when he'd lured the vamps out of the bar--and away from the humans they'd been planning to snack on--that no one would notice.
Rand didn't move. He tried to avoid humans, especially the authorities. They knew nothing of the beings existing alongside them. And it was best it stayed that way.
Still, he wasn't going to hurt them. He dropped his stake into the sand. He was damned good at killing but he wouldn't injure an innocent.
"Cuff him," one of the officers said.
A shadow moved forward. Rand's eyes adjusted and he saw an older cop by the car, gun aimed at Rand's chest.
A younger one approached him with cautious steps. Rand saw the officer's eyes stray to one of the vampires. Dead, fangs retracted, they looked like humans.
How in hell was he going to get out of this?
The young cop swallowed. "You're under arrest--"
"Now, you don't want to do that, cheri ."
The female voice floated through the night like an angel's song. It stroked over Rand's nerve endings like caressing fingers, setting his body aflame.
She came out of the darkness like an underworld goddess. Tall, slender, pale skin glowing in the dark. She wore a white leather catsuit, which should have looked ridiculous, but
He strode forward, coming out of the dark like the predator he was.
"So, finally I meet The Darkness." The tall vampire stood flanked by his two remaining followers. His voice was composed, but his fear stained the air.
Rand didn't say anything. He didn't talk to those he executed.
The air between them hung heavy, tension thickening like building thunderclouds.
The vampires attacked.
For Rand, time slowed. He heard every solid beat of his heart. Felt the touch of cool steel in his hand. Sensed the spike of pranic energy from the vampires.
He blocked the strike from the first vampire with a forearm. Took down the second with a smooth thrust of the stake. A hard kick sent the tall leader tumbling back into the sand.
Spinning, Rand moved lightning fast until he was face-to-face with the first vampire.
"No, please--"
His father had begged for mercy. But no one had listened. That long-ago vampire had forced a teenaged Rand to watch as he'd ripped Brody Wilder apart.
Rand stabbed the stake through the vamp's chakra and didn't wait to watch him fall.
"Just you and me, vishuddha ," the tall vampire said.
Rand straightened and eyed his final foe. The vampire had used the formal name for Rand's kind. He was a descendant of a pure-blood vishuddha, the rare child resulting from the union of vampire and human.
Gifted with enhanced strength and senses, and a much longer life than humans, vishuddha made the perfect hunters of vampires.
He was doing what he'd been born to do.
They flew at each other and went crashing to the ground. At six foot five, Rand was bigger, but the vampire was strong. They wrestled and Rand felt the scrape of sharp fangs on his cheek.
"I'll take your blood, Darkness. And I'll make it hurt."
Fangs ripped at the side of Rand's neck and he felt his flesh tear. For a second, he relished the pain. Then he thrust a fist at the vampire's head.
Rand had never let a vampire feed from him and he wasn't starting now.
He'd been hardened in the blood and pain of many battles. One unbalanced rogue wouldn't be his undoing.
Raising an arm, Rand rammed the metal stake into the vampire's back. The tip pierced his heart from behind.
With a garbled cry, the vampire slumped forward, heart chakra destroyed.
Sucking in a deep breath, Rand rolled the body off him. He pushed to his feet.
Another monster dead.
He stared at his bloody hands and the stake resting in them. It was all he knew. Blood. Death. Darkness. What would his father think of him?
Before Rand could clean his stake, headlights cut across the desert, blinding him. A car jerked to a halt on the rough ground, doors opened.
"Police! Stay where you are and drop your weapon."
Damn . Someone from the bar must've spotted them. He'd hoped when he'd lured the vamps out of the bar--and away from the humans they'd been planning to snack on--that no one would notice.
Rand didn't move. He tried to avoid humans, especially the authorities. They knew nothing of the beings existing alongside them. And it was best it stayed that way.
Still, he wasn't going to hurt them. He dropped his stake into the sand. He was damned good at killing but he wouldn't injure an innocent.
"Cuff him," one of the officers said.
A shadow moved forward. Rand's eyes adjusted and he saw an older cop by the car, gun aimed at Rand's chest.
A younger one approached him with cautious steps. Rand saw the officer's eyes stray to one of the vampires. Dead, fangs retracted, they looked like humans.
How in hell was he going to get out of this?
The young cop swallowed. "You're under arrest--"
"Now, you don't want to do that, cheri ."
The female voice floated through the night like an angel's song. It stroked over Rand's nerve endings like caressing fingers, setting his body aflame.
She came out of the darkness like an underworld goddess. Tall, slender, pale skin glowing in the dark. She wore a white leather catsuit, which should have looked ridiculous, but
Similar Books
