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.Vamps.One black male, one Latino female, both dressed like the others in baggy jeans, hoodies, and ratty sneakers.Jackpot, baby.Wraith was going to get some kills in tonight, after all.Before any of the stunned humans could recover, Wraith sprinted down a side street.Angry shouts followed him as they gave chase.He slowed, drawing the gangsters in.Nimbly, he leaped on top of a Dumpster and then swung up to a rooftop and waited until they passed.Their fury left a scent trail he could follow blindfolded, but instead, he dropped to the ground, used his infrared vamp vision to see them in the darkest shadows ahead.He hated using any of his vampire skills, including super speed and strength, but vision was the one he truly despised.Despised, because he hadn’t been born with it.Instead, it had come twenty-two years later, with the eyes Eidolon had transplanted into his head nearly eighty years ago.Every time Wraith looked into the mirror at the baby blues, he was reminded of the torture and pain that had preceded the new peepers.Kicking himself for letting the past distract him, he silently started the hunt.Normally, he’d take out the vamps first, but the troll was just ahead, huffing and puffing and trailing far behind the others.He pounced, squeezed the breath out of the squat human and left his unconscious body behind a pile of boxes.Next, he tracked the male vamp, who thought he’d gained the upper hand by swinging around behind Wraith.Wraith feigned distraction, standing in the open beneath the bright glare of a street light as the vamp crept forward.Closer … closer … yes.Wraith spun, pummeled the massive male with a flurry of fists and feet.The vamp didn’t have a chance to throw a single punch, and once Wraith had hauled him into the darkness beneath an overpass, he took him down.With a knee in the male’s gut and one hand curled around his throat, Wraith drew a stake from the weapons harness beneath his leather jacket.“What,” the male gasped, his eyes wide with shock and terror, “what … are … you?”“Buddy, sometimes I ask myself that same question.” He slammed the stake home.Didn’t wait around to watch the show as the vampire disintegrated.There was another one to take out.Anticipation shivered through his veins as he stalked the female through side streets and alleys.Like the male, she believed she was the one doing the hunting, and Wraith caught her off guard as she crept in the shadows behind a building.He shoved her into the wall, lifting her by the throat so she dangled off the ground.“This was too easy,” Wraith said.“What is the Vamp Council teaching younglings these days?”“I’m no youngling.” Her voice was a low, seductive purr, and even as she spoke, she lifted her legs to wrap them around Wraith’s hips.“I’ll show you.”The scent of lust came off her in waves.His incubus body responded, hardening and heating, but he’d rather kill himself than screw a vampire—or a human, though he had different reasons for not bedding human females.He leaned in so his lips brushed her ear, which was pierced all the way around.“Not interested,” he growled, but still, she arched against him, affected by his incubus pheromones.You shouldn’t play with your food.Eidolon’s voice rang in his ears, but Wraith ignored it the way he ignored pretty much everything his brothers said to him.He had no intention of making a meal of this female.“Could’ve fooled me,” she said, rolling her hips into his erection.“Maybe you need some convincing.” Wraith pulled back and gave her an eyeful of wooden stake.Her eyes went wild.“Please …” She swallowed, her throat convulsing beneath his palm.Her body wilted like a dying flower, and that fast the temptress was gone.“Please.Just … do it quickly.”He blinked.He’d expected her to beg for her life.He met her wide, haunted gaze, and slowly, with a sick sense of dread, he shuffled his fingers on her neck.A raised pattern peeked from beneath the collar of her hoodie.Damn.He shoved his stake into his pocket and tugged her sweatshirt aside to reveal a welted pattern the size of his fist.A slave mark.Not just any slave mark.The cross-bones brand of Neethul slavemasters, the cruelest of the demon slave traders.This female had been forced to live in hell for gods knew how long.Somehow she’d gained her freedom, had escaped, whatever … and now she was doing what she had to in order to survive.She’d suffered.Was probably suffering even now.Something clawed at his gut, and it wasn’t until he lowered her to the ground without realizing it that he identified the strange feeling.Sympathy.“Go,” he said roughly.“Before I change my mind.”She got the hell out of there, and so did Wraith.Rattled by his uncharacteristic display of mercy, he ruthlessly shoved aside the incident.He needed to get back on track.He needed to feed.The punks had split up, and one by one, he tracked them down with almost mechanical efficiency until only the leader was left.Somewhere nearby, a gunshot rang out, a familiar sound in this part of the city, so familiar he doubted the cops would even be called.The leader was ahead, pacing in front of a boarded-up shop front, his voice crisp with agitation as he barked out orders on his cell phone.“Yo, scumbag,” Wraith yelled.“I’m over here! Would it help if I wore a neon sign?”Red-faced with fury, the leader bolted into an alley after Wraith.Halfway in, Wraith pivoted around.The gangster pulled his gun, but Wraith disarmed him before he could so much as blink.The weapon skidded across the wet pavement as Wraith put the guy’s back into a wall and jammed his forearm across the human’s thick neck.“This is disappointing,” Wraith drawled.“I expected more of a fight.I seriously wanted to tenderize you before I ate you.When are you guys going to learn that a gun is no substitute for learning hand-to-hand combat techniques?”“Fuck you,” the guy spat.“Guy like me?” Wraith smiled, leaned in so his lips grazed the guy’s cheek.“You.Wish.”An outraged bellow made him smile even more.He inhaled the man’s aroma, anger tainted by a tantalizing thread of fear.Hunger roared through Wraith, and his fangs began to elongate.Playtime was over.He sank his teeth into the gangster’s throat.Warm, silky blood filled his mouth, and after a couple of spasms, his prey went limp.Wraith could have used his Seminus gift to fill the guy’s head with happy, pleasant visions, but this dude was scum.The things he’d done slapped at Wraith’s brain in rapid-fire succession [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]