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I watched helplessly as Jameson and Martin
brutally fought one another. My body was still recovering from the
healing and I didn’t think I could get up off the floor yet.
Jameson had the upper hand most of the time, but I was unprepared
for what happened next. Martin locked his arms around Jameson and
sunk his fangs into Jameson’s neck. I watched for a few seconds as
Jameson desperately fought to free himself, but it was no use.
Martin had a firm hold on Jameson and wasn’t letting go. I saw
Jameson’s body start to sag and I completely lost it.

“No!” I screamed as I somehow scrambled off
of the floor and flung myself on Martin’s back. I feverishly tore
at his hair with my freshly healed hands, gouged his eyes, and was
finally able to put him in a chokehold. I squeezed his neck as hard
as I could while I screamed out my frustration. My arm was locked
so tight around his throat that he could no longer swallow
Jameson’s blood. He growled in frustration and threw Jameson’s limp
body away from him as he attempted to pull me off of his back.
Martin somehow grabbed me by my hair, yanking me forward, and I had
no choice but to release my hold on his neck. The pain he was
causing me once again was excruciating.

“You little BITCH!” he screamed, bloody
spittle flying in my face, as he drew his fist back to punch me in
it.

Suddenly, Aoife came out of nowhere and began
stabbing him in the back with something. Martin screamed out in
pain and flung me to the side.

“Go help Jameson!” Aoife yelled out to me as
she continued to attack Martin. I stared at her in awe for a few
seconds, shocked at the sight of her lithe body in battle. She was
absolutely beautiful and oh-so-fierce with her dagger. Her long
blond hair whipped about as she skillfully ducked, spun, twisted,
and flipped circles around a frustrated and growling Martin.

A gurgling sound coming from Jameson pulled
me out of my daze and I hurriedly crawled over to him. I took one
look at him and instantly gagged. The side of his throat had been
torn out and he was bleeding profusely. My vision began to swim and
I fought hard not to pass out at the sight of his injuries.

“Oh God, Jameson,” I whispered as I put my
hands over the gaping wound, desperately applying pressure, hoping
that he would heal himself soon. Seconds passed and I waited, but
his body was not healing. I watched helplessly as his panicked eyes
began to calm and flutter as he started losing consciousness.

“Don’t you fucking die on me, dammit!” I
yelled out as I slapped his face with my free hand. “You can’t
leave me, Jameson. Stay with me! Stay awake, damn you!” His eyes
bolted open and he weakly lifted his hand to touch my cheek. His
eyes were full of so many emotions; love, acceptance of his
impending death, sorrow, and an apology. I knew he was going to die
and I began to panic.

I looked over at Aoife but she wasn’t going
to be of any help to me. She was knee deep in kicking Martin’s
sorry ass and I knew I couldn’t call out to her and distract her
from the fight, lest that slime ball Martin got the upper hand.

Think, Skye! Think! Jameson is dying,
dammit! You have to save him!
My mind was in turmoil and I felt
so utterly and completely helpless. My Jameson was going to die and
I had no choice but to sit here and watch it happen.
Fuck
that
! I thought as I gripped the side of his face and leaned
over him. I knew that what I was about to do would probably kill
me, but I didn’t care as long as he lived. Jameson had done so much
for me and I knew, without a doubt, that I would die for him.

“Don’t fight me, Jameson,” I whispered calmly
as I stroked his hair. I put my free wrist in his mouth and told
him to bite. He stared at me for a moment…I’m not sure if it was
indecision or defiance, but I repeated my command as I shoved my
wrist harder against his teeth. “Drink, Jameson.”

I heard his fangs sink slowly into my wrist
and I sighed when I felt the dizzying euphoria overtake the painful
pinch caused by his teeth.

“That’s right, baby,” I whispered as I closed
my eyes. “Drink all you need.” I knew Jameson’s healing earlier had
replenished my blood supply, so I knew he had plenty to take if he
needed it. I didn’t care what it took; I just wanted him to
survive.

I opened my eyes after a moment and saw his
throat repairing itself. I sighed in relief as I leaned down and
kissed his forehead. A loud scream coming from Aoife startled me
and I jerked my head up from Jameson’s and saw that Martin had
Aoife in his arms and was draining her as well.

“I have to help Aoife,” I said quickly to
Jameson and he released my wrist. I grabbed the silver dagger that
I knew he always kept strapped to his ankle and woozily got to my
feet. The effects of his bite were still strong and I shook my head
hard, attempting to clear it. I couldn’t waste any more time as I
heard Aoife desperately yell out in pain again. I knew from
experience what Martin’s bite was like; he gnawed on a person and
it was excruciating.

I ran unsteadily and launched myself on his
back once again. I furiously stabbed at his face and neck with the
silver dagger and he screamed out in furious pain. He cast Aoife’s
limp body to the side and, using his vampire speed, leaned forward,
roughly throwing me off of him. I hit the ground hard and my skull
bounced on the concrete floor a few times as my body slid across
it.

When I came to a stop, I groaned and put my
free hand to my head, hoping to ease the spinning sensation I was
feeling. I knew it was probably because I was low on blood again as
the euphoria from Jameson’s bite would have mostly worn off by now.
I lifted my head up just in time to see Martin stalking toward me.
I looked over at Aoife and Jameson and was panicked to realize that
they were in no shape to help me. This fight would have to be all
on me if I wanted to save us.

I growled angrily as Martin picked me up by
my hair and I slashed at him with the dagger, cutting open his
black shirt and drawing blood.

“I told you not to fucking touch me!” I
screamed as I went wild; thrashing, stabbing, slashing, and kicking
at him. I wanted to make this sick bastard pay for every time he
hit me, fed from me, and nearly raped me. I wanted to make him beg
for ME to stop hurting HIM…I wanted to make him regret the day he
met me.

Martin dropped me and used his vampire speed
to punch me in the stomach, eye, and jaw. I doubled over in pain
when the quick assault ended and spit out a mouthful of blood. I
was amazed that I was even still standing after what he just did to
me and I raised my head and smiled painfully at him.

“Is that…all you’ve got?” I huffed heavily.
“What a joke. I thought you…were supposed to be some almighty
vampire, not some weak little girl.”

Martin was standing back, bouncing from foot
to foot like a boxer, and grinning like a john in a whore house.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” he laughed cruelly. “You really
think you can take me on? Look at your two useless day walkers. See
what I did to them? They can’t help you now. You’re all mine, you
little bitch! I think I’ll fuck you after all…before I drain the
worthless life right out of you.”

“Are you serious?” I laughed painfully as I
spit out more of the blood that had pooled in my mouth. “Bring it
on, asshole. I plan on sending you right back to hell where you
belong. No one fucks with my friends and gets away with it.”

Martin just stood there grinning so I took a
deep breath and made my move. I ran at him with everything I had as
I furiously slashed the air between us with Jameson’s dagger.
Martin spun around me, but I had expected that from all of the
training that I had with Archer and Hagan. I arched my arm back and
stabbed him in the side as I spun around and punched him in the
throat with the heel of my other palm. I quickly took out the
dagger, dropped to one knee and brought the dagger up between his
legs, skewering his man meat. Martin screamed out a string of
obscenities as I leaned on my knee and kicked the side of his as
hard as I could, making him fall to the ground.

He quickly rolled over, surprising me as I
stood up, and grabbed ahold of my leg, dragging me down to the
ground with him. I tried desperately to scramble away from him, but
his lock on my leg was firm. He pulled my body toward his and I
flipped over onto my back and kicked his face repeatedly, hoping he
would let go. After several hard kicks, he growled and did just
that. I rolled over and scrambled to my feet, eager to have the
upper hand and height advantage.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he swore as I
circled his prone position, dagger in my hand at the ready.

“You first, asshole,” I said as I dove at
him, stabbing him in the chest and sides as we rolled across the
cold cement floor. Somehow Martin managed to get me in a choke hold
and I started to panic as he squeezed my neck tightly.
Think of
your lessons with Hagan. You’ve been in this exact position before.
What did he teach you to do?

I let my body go limp and stopped struggling.
Martin did exactly what I thought he was going to do and leaned his
head over to look at my face. I took that moment to strike and
brought my hand up over my shoulder, stabbing him in the right eye
with the silver dagger.

Martin screamed and let go of me as he
scrambled backward on the floor; his right hand covering his now
bleeding eye. Hagan had taught me that a vampire’s eyes didn’t heal
as quickly as other parts of them and that was a sure way to disarm
a vampire’s defenses, enabling a prime moment to attack.

I growled out a fierce battle cry as I dove
on top of him, grabbed a fistful of his hair with my left hand as I
simultaneously stabbed at the base of his skull, hoping to sever
his spinal cord. Martin writhed and bucked, but I just kept
stabbing and twisting the blade, desperate to disable him. After
about ten seconds of furious stabbing, I felt his body go limp. Not
trusting that he was dead, I quickly let go of his head, leaned
back, and stabbed him in the back where I knew his heart was
located. I hit his rib bone at first and it took some maneuvering
to get between them and into his heart, but I did it.

I left the dagger in his back and rolled off
of him, panting heavily and so very out of breath. It’s not easy
killing a vampire, let me tell you. That had been the toughest
fight of my life. My entire body ached and my head pounded
furiously.

I remembered Jameson and Aoife and quickly
looked over to see Jameson slowly crawling toward her limp body. He
was quite a ways away, so I staggered up, ignoring my protesting
muscles, and ran to her. She hadn’t moved an inch from where Martin
had tosses her aside. She was breathing, but her eyes weren’t open.
I quickly sat down on the floor, pulling her head into my lap and
cradled her.

“Aoife,” I called her name, gently at first,
trying to rouse her, but it was no use. She wasn’t conscious.
“Aoife,” I screamed and finally got a weak response.

“Blood,” she whispered softly.

I didn’t hesitate as I put my wrist to her
mouth and allowed her to feed from me. She bit hard into my wrist
as I watched Jameson crawl the last few feet to us. The euphoria of
her bite slowly swept over me and I closed my eyes and took a much
needed deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I whispered to Jameson as I
floated on a wave of warm contentment.

“Healing, thanks to you,” he said as he
gently pulled my wrist out of Aoife’s mouth. I opened my eyes and
watched as he placed his hands at the bite marks on her neck. Aoife
groaned and opened her eyes as Jameson started to heal her.

The commotion upstairs drew my attention once
again and I heard panicked yelling and crashing sounds. I threw
Aoife off of me as I heard Archer yell out for Jameson, and I
hurried to my feet. I had to unexpectedly grab on to the wall to
steady myself. Cold pinpricks dotted my face as black spots danced
in my vision.
You will NOT pass out, Skye Morrison
, I
silently yelled to myself as I ran across the room and up the
stairs. I heard Jameson call my name in a panic, but I didn’t care.
It sounded like Archer was in trouble and I would stop at nothing
to get to him.

When I finally got upstairs, I saw that we
were in an old abandoned house. The place was an absolute wreck.
Old furniture was in pieces and strewn about, windows were broken
out, and there were massive holes in the walls. I jogged further
into the room and saw two bodies lying on the floor. One of them
was Archer and I gasped as I ran to him.

“Archer,” I sobbed his name as I dropped to
my knees beside him and took in his battered state. He was covered
in blood, his clothes were ripped, and he was holding his exposed
intestines close to his body. He had been partially gutted like
Amun’s other victims. “Oh, Archer, no,” I cried harder as I wiped
some of the blood out of his eyes with my hands.

“Jameson?” he whispered as he panted in
shallow, quick breaths. His eyes were wide with the terrible pain
he was in and I struggled to get myself together for him. I wanted
to be strong for him, to be brave enough to do whatever he needed
me to do for him to survive.

“Jameson!” I lifted my head to the ceiling
and screamed as loud as I could, most of it coming out in a
desperate sob. I looked down at Archer again. “He’s coming. Hang on
for me, Archer. He’s coming, I promise. He’s healing Aoife.”

Worry flashed across his face and I reassured
him. “Aoife’s fine. She’s going to be just fine. She was awake when
I left. She’s not injured badly. That asshole Martin tried to drain
her, but I didn’t let him finish the job.”

He relaxed a bit and closed his eyes. I
roughly grasped his jaw and his eyes flew open again. “Don’t close
your eyes, honey. Look at me, Archer…just focus on me. You’re going
to be okay.”

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