remove your clothes? Tell me if you see any bite marks on your body or if you’ve been…you know.”
“You think I’ve been…” She covered her mouth in horror and ran into her bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Moments later she emerged in her black underwear and bra. “Okay,” she said, panting, “I haven’t been touched from what I can tell.”
Andrus looked at her body and felt a painful shock wave of lust bolt through him. Not the time, my friend. Still, she was beautiful and it was an image he wouldn’t soon forget.
Sadie must’ve notice him trying desperately to be a gentleman and not to look. “Oops. I forgot my clothes. I’ll be right back.” When she turned around, he noticed more claw marks on her back and a bite mark on the back of her shoulder. His pulse switched gears to rage mode.
“Sadie, it is not safe for you here. Please pack your belongings. Immediately. Do not plan to return.”
“Andrus, I’m not leaving, but I am going to the police. I think that sleazy bastard roofied me.”
“The police cannot help you. But I can.”
“Listen, Andrus. You’re a big macho guy. I get it. But you’re an actor. This asshole may not have raped me, but he did God only knows what while I was passed out. He needs to be stopped.”
All right, the rules regarding telling humans about immortals were fairly clear—it was on a need-to-know basis. She definitely needed to know because something nonhuman had been making her its lunch. He only hoped she didn’t think him mad when he told her the truth.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I am not an actor, Sadie. Just like Tim is not simply your ex-boyfriend.”
Sadie began gathering up her purse and car keys, completely ignoring him. “Idiot. Thinks this is a game,” she mumbled.
“I do not believe this is a game. I am not an actor. I am an assassin. Well, I was, but now I’m just an immortal.”
She swiveled with her keys in her hand. “Stop it, Andrus. Can’t you break character for two seconds? I’m completely freaked out right now.”
Fine. He would have to show her.
Staring into her eyes, he removed his leather duster.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
He removed his sword, threw it on the bed, and then ripped off his shirt over his head.
She backed away. “Andrus, don’t.”
“There is nothing to fear,” he said, able to smell her panic. He then slipped his dagger from his boot. “Don’t scream,” he said.
Sadie’s golden-brown eyes widened in terror as he took the knife and plunged it right into his gut.
Terror filled her eyes. “Oh my God!” she screamed.
Ow. That fucking hurts! He pulled the knife out. “I told you not to scream! Now watch.” The wound closed up and only a bit of blood had trickled out.
She pointed to his stomach, a frantic expression on her face. “What the hell was that? A fucking magic trick?”
“No.” He flipped the knife and held it out to her, handle first. “Take it. The knife is real.”
She took it from his hand and inspected the blade. The moment she realized it was real, she dropped it to the floor. “What the hell is going on?”
“I told you; I am immortal. Technically a demigod, although most of my existence has been as a hybrid vampire demigod, called a Demilord, created to hunt and kill evil vampires. I am simply a demigod now. My vampire bloodline died.”
“Demigod? Like Percy Jackson or something?”
Sadie must not be digesting this well. Calling him Percy Jackson was like calling the Terminator an Ewok.
“No. Demigods are immortals, generally without powers, but much stronger than humans. In my case, I’m extremely strong and well trained.”
She covered her mouth. “You’re serious.”
Most humans were aware on some level that they were in the presence of something nonhuman—call it a hunch, gut feeling, or sixth sense, but deep down they knew. It was merely a question of believing the unbelievable.
“Quite,” he
“You think I’ve been…” She covered her mouth in horror and ran into her bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Moments later she emerged in her black underwear and bra. “Okay,” she said, panting, “I haven’t been touched from what I can tell.”
Andrus looked at her body and felt a painful shock wave of lust bolt through him. Not the time, my friend. Still, she was beautiful and it was an image he wouldn’t soon forget.
Sadie must’ve notice him trying desperately to be a gentleman and not to look. “Oops. I forgot my clothes. I’ll be right back.” When she turned around, he noticed more claw marks on her back and a bite mark on the back of her shoulder. His pulse switched gears to rage mode.
“Sadie, it is not safe for you here. Please pack your belongings. Immediately. Do not plan to return.”
“Andrus, I’m not leaving, but I am going to the police. I think that sleazy bastard roofied me.”
“The police cannot help you. But I can.”
“Listen, Andrus. You’re a big macho guy. I get it. But you’re an actor. This asshole may not have raped me, but he did God only knows what while I was passed out. He needs to be stopped.”
All right, the rules regarding telling humans about immortals were fairly clear—it was on a need-to-know basis. She definitely needed to know because something nonhuman had been making her its lunch. He only hoped she didn’t think him mad when he told her the truth.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I am not an actor, Sadie. Just like Tim is not simply your ex-boyfriend.”
Sadie began gathering up her purse and car keys, completely ignoring him. “Idiot. Thinks this is a game,” she mumbled.
“I do not believe this is a game. I am not an actor. I am an assassin. Well, I was, but now I’m just an immortal.”
She swiveled with her keys in her hand. “Stop it, Andrus. Can’t you break character for two seconds? I’m completely freaked out right now.”
Fine. He would have to show her.
Staring into her eyes, he removed his leather duster.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
He removed his sword, threw it on the bed, and then ripped off his shirt over his head.
She backed away. “Andrus, don’t.”
“There is nothing to fear,” he said, able to smell her panic. He then slipped his dagger from his boot. “Don’t scream,” he said.
Sadie’s golden-brown eyes widened in terror as he took the knife and plunged it right into his gut.
Terror filled her eyes. “Oh my God!” she screamed.
Ow. That fucking hurts! He pulled the knife out. “I told you not to scream! Now watch.” The wound closed up and only a bit of blood had trickled out.
She pointed to his stomach, a frantic expression on her face. “What the hell was that? A fucking magic trick?”
“No.” He flipped the knife and held it out to her, handle first. “Take it. The knife is real.”
She took it from his hand and inspected the blade. The moment she realized it was real, she dropped it to the floor. “What the hell is going on?”
“I told you; I am immortal. Technically a demigod, although most of my existence has been as a hybrid vampire demigod, called a Demilord, created to hunt and kill evil vampires. I am simply a demigod now. My vampire bloodline died.”
“Demigod? Like Percy Jackson or something?”
Sadie must not be digesting this well. Calling him Percy Jackson was like calling the Terminator an Ewok.
“No. Demigods are immortals, generally without powers, but much stronger than humans. In my case, I’m extremely strong and well trained.”
She covered her mouth. “You’re serious.”
Most humans were aware on some level that they were in the presence of something nonhuman—call it a hunch, gut feeling, or sixth sense, but deep down they knew. It was merely a question of believing the unbelievable.
“Quite,” he
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