Kisses from Hell

couldn’t help it. That gave me an idea, though. For escaping.

I told the guys. Chad jumped on it. Neil didn’t. We talked about alternatives, and he couldn’t see one, though, so he agreed.

The van screeched around a corner, bumping along a dirt road as Chad banged the walls and shouted for help. It jerked to a stop. The passenger door opened and slammed. Chad went still, lying on the floor of the van, me crouched over him, mouth hovering over his neck.

I could hear the blood pounding through Chad’s veins. Heard it, felt it, saw it, the pulse on his neck beating hard, blood rushing so close to the surface I could smell it. My fangs extended. I pulled back, shuddering, instinctively closing my eyes to focus on retracting them, then stopped. This was the idea, right? Fangs and all.

So I crouched there, over Chad’s neck, fangs pressing into my lower lip, and I tried to look at him, to see him like I would have six months ago, to notice the way his dark lashes curled on his cheek, the sexy hint of beard stubble, the full lips…. But all I saw was his blood, pulsing behind his skin, so close I could taste it. God, I swore I could taste it.

A movement to my left. I glanced over at Neil, lying on his side, blood from his wrists smeared on his neck. He was watching me. No expression. Just watching.

I glowered at him and hissed, “Eyes closed!”

He shut them just as one of our captors cleared the filthy window and peered through to see me crouched over Chad.

“Hey!” the bounty hunter shouted. “Ron!”

He threw open the back door and I leaped up, fangs out, snarling. The guy froze, eyes wide, gun still down, like he’d forgotten he had it. I lunged at him. He dropped the gun and fell back, hands flying up to protect his throat.

I sprang on him, pushing him backward. A shout from the driver as he ran around to help. Chad jumped from the van and knocked him down. Neil hopped out behind them.

I pinned my prey to the ground. Prey. That’s all he was at that moment. I didn’t think about what I should do next. I pinned him and I bit him.

My teeth sank in like needles through silk. Hot blood filled my mouth. And the taste. Oh God, the taste. It was unbelievable.

If he struggled, I didn’t notice it. Didn’t notice anything until that first mouthful slid down my throat, then the blood-fog cleared and I heard Chad fighting the other guy. My target was out cold. The sedative in my vampire saliva had done its job.

I lifted my head. That took effort. Serious effort, like wrenching myself out of the sun on a bitter cold day. I closed my eyes and ran my tongue over my fangs. They retracted. I didn’t straighten, though. Couldn’t. Just stared at the blood trickling down the man’s neck.

“You need to seal it,” said a soft voice beside me.

I glanced up. Neil stood over me.

“The book says you seal the wound by—,” he began.

“I know,” I said, sharper than I intended.

I shifted so he couldn’t see, bent, and ran my tongue over the puncture wounds. The holes closed. The bleeding stopped. I could still taste the blood, though, so delicious it made the back of my throat ache.

“Katiana?” That same soft voice. Careful, like he didn’t want to disturb me.

I straightened, grunting, “I’m good.”

With my back still to him, I swallowed. Ran a hand over my face. Squared my shoulders. Turned around.

Chad knelt beside the unconscious body of the other man.

“Good,” I said. “We need to—”

Neil held out the ropes that had bound us earlier.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do that.”

Soon our captors were bound and unconscious. Now that I could get a look at them without masks, I knew I’d never seen them before. Just two guys in their twenties, both dark-haired and broad-shouldered. There was a definite resemblance between the two. Brothers or cousins, I was sure.

They were incapacitated, though, and we had their van and keys. So our next move should have been obvious. It would have been, if one of us knew how to drive stick shift. We tried, but no one had been driving more than a few months. We just didn’t have the skills to manage it.

Neither of our kidnappers had a cell phone. One had a radio, but that meant they weren’t working alone, and we sure weren’t going to let their partners know that we’d escaped.

There was only one option. Walk.

First, Neil went back and grabbed the gun. There was only the one, and when Neil brought it over, Chad put out his hand.

“Can you shoot?” Neil said.

“Better than you.”

Neil raised the gun and put a bullet in each of the van’s front tires. Chad scowled, walked away, and waved for us to follow.

The van had pulled off onto what looked like an old logging road. We’d been on a paved one before that. We found that quickly. It was ten minutes, though, before we heard a car. Even then we couldn’t see it. We were on a thickly wooded road that bounced through the hills of Vermont. Or I presumed it was still Vermont.

When we heard the car, Neil suggested we get off the road, so it didn’t barrel over the hill and send us flying like bowling pins. We stayed at the side, ready to wave it down.

As it drew closer, Chad said, “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

I glanced at him.

“Well, those guys had a radio, right? That means they’re working with others. Maybe they were supposed to hook up. Or maybe those guys have escaped already, and called for help. Even if it is someone else, do you think they’re going to stop for us? Or will they call the cops?” When neither of us said anything, he shrugged. “Okay, I’m just putting it out there.”

“What do you suggest?” Neil said.

“My folks are back in Pennsylvania. Yours are in New Jersey. But Kat’s are close by, right?”

“My guardian is.” I’d been trying not to think about Marguerite, how worried she’d be. I knew she’d be looking for me—I only hoped she was safe.

“Then I say we get off this road and keep walking until we come to a town and can call Kat’s guardian.”

We agreed and moved into the woods before the car reached us. It was a mom with a couple of kids in car seats. Not a potential captor, but probably not someone who’d stop, either.

“So you and your guardian…,” Chad said. “You were traveling somewhere? That’s what I overheard them saying before they grabbed Neil. They sent someone up to Quebec for you, but then their contact said you’d headed this way. They found and followed you.”

Neil added, “And presumably kept following you until the van could intercept you after kidnapping me.”

“Were you taking a trip?” Chad asked, ignoring Neil.

“Meeting others in New York,” I said.

“Others?”

“Vampires,” I said after a moment. I braced for his reaction, but he seemed interested now, like he’d gotten over that initial knee-jerk response.

“And your guardian knows them from the experiment? Maybe the other subjects who escaped will be there.” He grinned. “That’d make things easy.”

I shook my head. “We didn’t even know that others had left the experiment. I was taken out when I was five.”