Suddenly, I wasn’t the biggest, baddest thing on the block.
They always traveled in packs. Enough of them could take me down. Revenants were
cousins to vampires, undead beings with too much spirit. Essentially ghosts with physical reality.
I picked up the pace, steering toward the middle of the street and well away from dark
corners. If I had a heart rate, it would have been pounding. My blood was rare and prized. One
sip and the revenants would keep me alive to serve as a drink dispenser.
I fished through my bag. Where was my cell? Jonathan would come. Provided I could
find the damn phone.
Meaty thwacks rang out in the alley as I passed by.
Do not look.
A soft oomph, followed by a clipped English accent, “Try that again, bastards.”
A lone and gorgeous male vampire had been captured. Three revenants had him pinned
against the wall. Two held his arms and one pinned his legs. Three more surrounded him like a
pack of knife-wielding hyenas.
The vampire snarled. Long fangs bared, presumably pissed off at his capture. With his
sculptured physique, he could handle the situation. Right?
None of the baddies had noticed me yet. I could leave.
Another punch landed, connecting with the vamp’s mouth. The crack echoed in the alley.
Liquid splattered, followed by cruel laughter.
The vampire hottie spat, his lip broken. Blood trickled down his jaw, seeping into the
stark white collar of his button down shirt. “Think twice before you cut me, mate. I’ll smash all
of your fucking heads in.”
“Shut up, meat.”
One added, “I’m so scared,” before swinging his knife and tearing a gash in the
vampire’s chest. The pack laughed. A revenant approached the vampire with IV bags.
Crap-a- roni, now I had to get involved. They planned to bleed him out. That’s what
revenants did. They took a vampire’s blood and drained him or her dry. The blood was then sold
to the highest revenant bidder. They believed our blood could remove the excess spirit from their
bodies, returning them to their true vampire form.
Problem is—it’s a myth. There’s no way for a revenant to become a vampire, any more
than I could become a zebra if I wanted to. These guys were zealots. Deranged lunatics.
“This is your last warning, blokes,” Mr. Sexy English accent said. I tried not to shiver at
the sound of his rich voice. Heady whiffs of his sweet scented blood drifted my way. Like a fine
wine, the smell promised a delicious and satisfying taste. Saliva pooled in my mouth. My fangs
dug into my bottom lip.
“Well lookee here!”
Damn. I should have run when I had the chance. The pack turned in my direction, their
faces eager for more blood. I cringed under the gaze of the hollow-eyed, pale-skinned nightmares
who all wanted a piece of me.
The nearest one licked his gray, rubbery lips. “Yum. Dessert.”
I was too stupid to live. Why didn’t I run? My feet were frozen to the spot. I did the
lamest, girliest thing possible. I swung my purse. And connected. A solid hit to the nuts.
The revenant shrieked, clutching his junk. “Bitch!”
The male vampire bucked, tossing the revenant off his left arm. Partially free, he ripped
the arm off the other revenant before the thing could even react. With balled fists, Mr. Hottie
crushed the skull of the captor holding his feet.
“Don’t stand there like a daft pony!” the vampire scolded. He snapped the neck of the
nearest revenant, then motioned. “Get out of my way!”
“What? Without my help, you’d still be trapped against a wall!” I ducked and stepped
aside, narrowly avoiding the gray-lipped revenant who had thought I was dessert.
“The rubbish bin would be more help than you!” Mr. English silenced two more
revenants with brutal, neck-twisting efficiency.
“Oh really?” What a prick.
The revenant recovered from the nut bash and charged me again. His fingertips knocked
off my ball cap. I kicked him in the stomach, grabbed the garbage barrel and slammed it over the
revenant’s head as he honed in on me. The plastic bin wouldn’t kill the thing, but he couldn’t see
“Pathetic,” the vampire said.
Mr. English and I watched as the last revenant bounced against a brick wall before falling
over, his legs scissoring.
“Time for this one to bugger off as well.” Mr. English yanked off the barrel and snuffed
out the revenant with a bone-shattering blow to its head.
One by one the corpses disintegrated into dusty husks. A breeze blew through the alley
and scattered the remains. Gray vaporous clouds floated around before dissipating into the air.
To a passerby, the revenants’ final passage would look like dirty car exhaust.
“Well, I’m off then. Have good evening.” He brushed dirt off his tailored trousers. “Sod
it, they scuffed my shoes. And this shirt is ruined.”
“Yeah. What a tragedy. You’re lucky. You could have been a revenant Slurpee.”
He sniffed at the suggestion. “I was never in any real danger.”
“You could have fooled me,” I retrieved my ball cap from the grimy sidewalk.
A late afternoon sunbeam penetrated the alley, illuminating the vampire’s blue-green
eyes and highlighting the fine bone structure of his face. I tried not to gawk.
I gathered my tangled hair and mashed it under the hat. “Looks to me like they had you
pinned against the ropes.” Did I mention he was gorgeous? Like a cover model. An underwear
cover model. I cleared my throat. He was a total stranger, and while I bet he looked divine in
only underwear, I needed to stop ogling him.
When he stared at me and didn’t reply, I lamely added, “You know? Down for the
“I understood the reference, luv,” he said in his damn fine accent.
A man-shaped shadow shifted from across the street, forming a dark blot in the alley’s
entrance. We weren’t alone.
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