Hitting the body hadn’t slowed it down and the snake’s head moved so fast, whipping back and forth until it was damn near impossible to hit. I could hear the hiss and see those white curved fangs flashing as he neared. My heart pounded, the need to flee riding me strong, but there was nowhere to go.
Dev jumped on the snake’s back and started firing straight into his body, proving close contact had some effect. Blood soaked the carpet. The snake jerked, causing Dev to fall backward, his tall body crumpling.
The snake was slower now but infinitely more pissed off. He gave up his pursuit of me and turned on Dev.
I threw down my utterly useless gun and looked around for another weapon.
When fighting with supernatural creatures, I have discovered that guns, while almost always the first line of defense, don’t always finish the job. Unlike my poor human body, shifters can handle a lot of bullets, even silver ones. Though I try to keep fighting to a minimum, I have done it enough to know that creativity can shift the balance of power.
I found what I was looking for hanging on the coat rack. I jumped over the chair and managed to avoid Neil, who was wrestling with his opponent. The bear was howling and trying to fight back, but Neil had the advantage. His enemy was on its back, writhing under the power of Neil’s bite.
I grabbed the umbrella hanging on the rack and turned back to the snake. My hand accidentally hit a button on the handle, but to my surprise, the umbrella didn’t open. Instead, a long, thin blade popped out of the end. I silently thanked Dev for turning his cozy office into a weapons cache, and then it was my turn to jump into the snake’s den.
I planted my feet on either side of the snake’s body as he was rearing back to strike Dev and positioned myself as close to the head as I could get.
I lifted the sword high and brought it down with all my might. The sword did most of the work, the silver cutting through thick skin and tissue and planting itself in the floor beneath. I threw every bit of my weight into sinking the sword in deep, pinning the snake to the floor, his natural predatory grace caught and useless now.
No one has ever properly explained to me why silver has the effect it does on weres, shifters, and vampires, but right then all that mattered was the fact that it worked. Whether for biblical reasons or because it was an allergic reaction, the snake writhed in obvious pain, and my warm heart was not moved a bit. The snake hissed and twitched the tail end of his body, using it like a whip, trying to strike at me.
Dev scrambled up and pulled yet another sword from under his comfy chair. For a man who claimed to love peace, he was awfully well armed. His hair was a bloody mess, and his clothes were torn, showing off bits and pieces of a really nice-looking chest. Dev turned the sword in his hands a few times, obviously relishing the feel of it. He walked straight to the snake and lifted the silver sword with both hands.
“This is a place of peace, asshole.” He swung the sword in a perfect arc. The snake’s head hit the floor with a satisfying thud. He let the sword relax at his side and gave me a ridiculously sexy smile. “Is it wrong that I find you incredibly hot right now?”
I’d wanted to break out of my rut. The rut was utterly ruined and replaced by sheer panic and an oddly elated feeling. I was definitely alive.
I was about to tell him I didn’t mind at all when I noticed that Daniel and the werelion had taken their fight to the balcony. Dev’s door was totally ruined. Daniel and the lion hadn’t bothered nicely moving their argument outside. They had decimated the structure, putting a massive hole in the wall.
Daniel was in full bloodlust mode. His fangs were long as he pulled his fist back and used his preternatural strength to shove the lion over the metal banister and down to the floor below. The lion flew through the air, but even before he could hit the
Dev jumped on the snake’s back and started firing straight into his body, proving close contact had some effect. Blood soaked the carpet. The snake jerked, causing Dev to fall backward, his tall body crumpling.
The snake was slower now but infinitely more pissed off. He gave up his pursuit of me and turned on Dev.
I threw down my utterly useless gun and looked around for another weapon.
When fighting with supernatural creatures, I have discovered that guns, while almost always the first line of defense, don’t always finish the job. Unlike my poor human body, shifters can handle a lot of bullets, even silver ones. Though I try to keep fighting to a minimum, I have done it enough to know that creativity can shift the balance of power.
I found what I was looking for hanging on the coat rack. I jumped over the chair and managed to avoid Neil, who was wrestling with his opponent. The bear was howling and trying to fight back, but Neil had the advantage. His enemy was on its back, writhing under the power of Neil’s bite.
I grabbed the umbrella hanging on the rack and turned back to the snake. My hand accidentally hit a button on the handle, but to my surprise, the umbrella didn’t open. Instead, a long, thin blade popped out of the end. I silently thanked Dev for turning his cozy office into a weapons cache, and then it was my turn to jump into the snake’s den.
I planted my feet on either side of the snake’s body as he was rearing back to strike Dev and positioned myself as close to the head as I could get.
I lifted the sword high and brought it down with all my might. The sword did most of the work, the silver cutting through thick skin and tissue and planting itself in the floor beneath. I threw every bit of my weight into sinking the sword in deep, pinning the snake to the floor, his natural predatory grace caught and useless now.
No one has ever properly explained to me why silver has the effect it does on weres, shifters, and vampires, but right then all that mattered was the fact that it worked. Whether for biblical reasons or because it was an allergic reaction, the snake writhed in obvious pain, and my warm heart was not moved a bit. The snake hissed and twitched the tail end of his body, using it like a whip, trying to strike at me.
Dev scrambled up and pulled yet another sword from under his comfy chair. For a man who claimed to love peace, he was awfully well armed. His hair was a bloody mess, and his clothes were torn, showing off bits and pieces of a really nice-looking chest. Dev turned the sword in his hands a few times, obviously relishing the feel of it. He walked straight to the snake and lifted the silver sword with both hands.
“This is a place of peace, asshole.” He swung the sword in a perfect arc. The snake’s head hit the floor with a satisfying thud. He let the sword relax at his side and gave me a ridiculously sexy smile. “Is it wrong that I find you incredibly hot right now?”
I’d wanted to break out of my rut. The rut was utterly ruined and replaced by sheer panic and an oddly elated feeling. I was definitely alive.
I was about to tell him I didn’t mind at all when I noticed that Daniel and the werelion had taken their fight to the balcony. Dev’s door was totally ruined. Daniel and the lion hadn’t bothered nicely moving their argument outside. They had decimated the structure, putting a massive hole in the wall.
Daniel was in full bloodlust mode. His fangs were long as he pulled his fist back and used his preternatural strength to shove the lion over the metal banister and down to the floor below. The lion flew through the air, but even before he could hit the
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