didn’t dare turn his eyes away from Valentine.
Triumphantly, the other vampire lifted the stake while Oliver tried to push him back with his free arm. To no avail: the hand holding the stake lowered.
“Fuck!” he pressed out from between clenched teeth.
Oliver heard a cracking sound. Had a bone in his forearm broken? He couldn’t tell for sure, but he only knew that he couldn’t hold Valentine off much longer. And once Valentine had killed him, there was nobody stopping him from getting Ursula.
“No!” he screamed. “Noooooo!”
With his last ounce of strength, he pushed Valentine back, managing to catapult him off him. Valentine staggered backward a few paces, when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise and shock.
A groan came from his throat. Then he disintegrated into dust. Behind him, Ursula stood, her arm stretched out, holding a makeshift stake. He recognized it as a piece of the chair. It hadn’t been his forearm breaking. Ursula had broken a leg off the chair and used it as a stake.
She had saved him.
Oliver jumped from the bed and ran toward her, wordlessly pulling her into his arms. He pressed her trembling body to him. For a few moments, he couldn’t speak.
“It’s over,” she murmured.
“I’m so sorry.” He kissed her.
From the hallway, several people came running. Cain burst into the room first, followed by Blake and Zane.
“Where is he?” Cain yelled.
Oliver pointed to the floor where dust had settled. “He’s dead.”
Cain sighed in relief. “He killed Bob, who was stationed at the front door. I found some of his belongings. Who was he?”
“Michael Valentine.”
“Fuck!” Zane cursed. He’d been the one who’d first interrogated Michael Valentine when he’d come to Scanguards’ attention. And Zane had also been the one who had guessed that rehab wouldn’t work on all the addicted vampires.
“You were right. Rehab didn’t work for all of them,” Oliver said to Zane. Then his gaze fell on Yao Bang who still stood where Ursula had left him only moments earlier, looking at them cautiously. He appeared uninjured.
“Buy us some time downstairs,” Oliver ordered, looking at Blake.
“And say what?”
“Wardrobe malfunction. Whatever,” Oliver said. Then he looked at Zane and Cain. “Are we sure he was the only one?”
Both nodded. “Positive.”
“Good. Then give us some privacy.” He motioned to Yao Bang and his colleagues nodded knowingly. They realized what he had to do now.
When the door closed behind the two vampires, Oliver looked at Ursula. She ran to her father and wrapped her arms around him. “Are you hurt?”
He shook his head. “Just a few bruises.”
“We have to wipe his memory,” Oliver said to her, avoiding her father’s eyes.
Ursula nodded with a grim expression on her face. “I’m sorry, Dad, but it’s for the better. You should have never seen this.”
Oliver took a step toward him, but Yao Bang stretched out his hand as if to stop him. “Please don’t!”
“It won’t hurt. I promise you. You won’t even know.”
Yao Bang shook his head. “Please. Whatever you’re gonna do, don’t do it. Leave me my memories.” He pointed to the floor where the vampire had died. “I don’t want to forget what dangers are out there.”
Ursula shook her head vehemently. “Dad! Please! You’ll only worry if you know.”
Yao Bang’s eyes softened when he looked at his daughter. “Wei Ling, my little one, but I’ve worried until now. I’ve always worried about your safety. When you moved to New York to go to university, I worried about you. Because there is so much evil in the world. Now I won’t have to worry any longer. Don’t you see?” He pointed to Oliver. “Now I know you’ll be protected.”
Oliver watched as Ursula’s forehead wrinkled in surprise. “But aren’t you shocked that I’m going to marry a vampire?”
A kind smile curved her father’s lips upward. “He loves you.
Triumphantly, the other vampire lifted the stake while Oliver tried to push him back with his free arm. To no avail: the hand holding the stake lowered.
“Fuck!” he pressed out from between clenched teeth.
Oliver heard a cracking sound. Had a bone in his forearm broken? He couldn’t tell for sure, but he only knew that he couldn’t hold Valentine off much longer. And once Valentine had killed him, there was nobody stopping him from getting Ursula.
“No!” he screamed. “Noooooo!”
With his last ounce of strength, he pushed Valentine back, managing to catapult him off him. Valentine staggered backward a few paces, when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise and shock.
A groan came from his throat. Then he disintegrated into dust. Behind him, Ursula stood, her arm stretched out, holding a makeshift stake. He recognized it as a piece of the chair. It hadn’t been his forearm breaking. Ursula had broken a leg off the chair and used it as a stake.
She had saved him.
Oliver jumped from the bed and ran toward her, wordlessly pulling her into his arms. He pressed her trembling body to him. For a few moments, he couldn’t speak.
“It’s over,” she murmured.
“I’m so sorry.” He kissed her.
From the hallway, several people came running. Cain burst into the room first, followed by Blake and Zane.
“Where is he?” Cain yelled.
Oliver pointed to the floor where dust had settled. “He’s dead.”
Cain sighed in relief. “He killed Bob, who was stationed at the front door. I found some of his belongings. Who was he?”
“Michael Valentine.”
“Fuck!” Zane cursed. He’d been the one who’d first interrogated Michael Valentine when he’d come to Scanguards’ attention. And Zane had also been the one who had guessed that rehab wouldn’t work on all the addicted vampires.
“You were right. Rehab didn’t work for all of them,” Oliver said to Zane. Then his gaze fell on Yao Bang who still stood where Ursula had left him only moments earlier, looking at them cautiously. He appeared uninjured.
“Buy us some time downstairs,” Oliver ordered, looking at Blake.
“And say what?”
“Wardrobe malfunction. Whatever,” Oliver said. Then he looked at Zane and Cain. “Are we sure he was the only one?”
Both nodded. “Positive.”
“Good. Then give us some privacy.” He motioned to Yao Bang and his colleagues nodded knowingly. They realized what he had to do now.
When the door closed behind the two vampires, Oliver looked at Ursula. She ran to her father and wrapped her arms around him. “Are you hurt?”
He shook his head. “Just a few bruises.”
“We have to wipe his memory,” Oliver said to her, avoiding her father’s eyes.
Ursula nodded with a grim expression on her face. “I’m sorry, Dad, but it’s for the better. You should have never seen this.”
Oliver took a step toward him, but Yao Bang stretched out his hand as if to stop him. “Please don’t!”
“It won’t hurt. I promise you. You won’t even know.”
Yao Bang shook his head. “Please. Whatever you’re gonna do, don’t do it. Leave me my memories.” He pointed to the floor where the vampire had died. “I don’t want to forget what dangers are out there.”
Ursula shook her head vehemently. “Dad! Please! You’ll only worry if you know.”
Yao Bang’s eyes softened when he looked at his daughter. “Wei Ling, my little one, but I’ve worried until now. I’ve always worried about your safety. When you moved to New York to go to university, I worried about you. Because there is so much evil in the world. Now I won’t have to worry any longer. Don’t you see?” He pointed to Oliver. “Now I know you’ll be protected.”
Oliver watched as Ursula’s forehead wrinkled in surprise. “But aren’t you shocked that I’m going to marry a vampire?”
A kind smile curved her father’s lips upward. “He loves you.
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