“Oh really?” He hit Nick with an uppercut he never saw coming. Nick rose in the air and fell back on top of the car, crushing it with his body. Before he hit, Nick heard Nightingale yell, “Not touchin’ ya anymore...”
*
Lee turned back to the men aiming their guns and lit a cigarette. “Fuckin’ youth I tell ya. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s arrogant fucks who think they are untouchable and God’s gift to everything, aye. So now...” Lee said, exhaling. “How’s about me reward?”
“What?”
“Well, ya said there was a price on our heads. He’s dead. I wanna claim me cash. Ante up, bitch.”
“I think you’ll find you are mistaken about him being dead. We must talk, Mr Nightingale. The two of you must come with us. We can drop your charges-”
Lee raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Something quite puzzling occurred behind him, the teeny bopper moved. He pivoted his neck to see the car shake and the doors burst out with kicks. The teeny bopper rose. No longer a muscle-bound kid but a beast. His silver eyes were gleaming in the darkness and his overdeveloped muscles, giving him triple the thickness of his body, were now heaving with every breath he took through four sinister looking fangs.
The beast roared and the sand by his feet was swept up and out by its force.
Lee smiled and peeled his coat off, one shoulder at a time. “Wolf aye...oh fuck yes, Fido.” He slapped his knees. “Come on boy…Come to daddy...”
*
Nick launched himself at Nightingale with such force both were lifted off their feet and crunched back down to the earth. Nightingale used his legs to flip Nick over his head and within seconds was on Nick’s back with a thin belt tugging at Nick’s throat. Nightingale leaned back, stretching Nick’s throat, dry humping him, shaking the belt, digging it in harder. Nick jumped and swerved, trying to get air, but all it did was cause Nightingale to smack his arse with his free hand, riding his back like a bronco.
“Giddy up boy! Wahoo!”
Leaning back and having his childish fun allowed Nick a small advantage; he could get to his feet. He didn’t bother to straighten, instead he leapt high with the vampire and shoved his top half forward as he hit the ground. “Whoa boy…whoa!”
Nightingale’s face and chest came over Nick’s head and smashed into the ground with such force Nick heard vertebrae or the bones of his skull break. Nick lay hunched on his hands and knees, facing away from Nightingale’s body, inhaling air like a starving man at his last meal. A sharp stinging pain cut across his back with such force he let out a howl of pain. Nightingale had risen, holding the belt in his hand. The buckle covered with Nick’s blood. The bones of his face were piecing themselves together from under his skin before Nick’s eyes. Nightingale wiped his own blood from his mouth and pointed to Nick with his belt hand.
“When I say whoa…I MEAN WHOA!” And with a sling of his arm the buckle raked across Nick’s face, tearing his cheek open. Nightingale was so quick, two more lacerations opened up on Nick’s chest before he blinked. Nick backed up and crumbled down.
“C’mon then! I thought you were some hot shit wolf with moves!”
The next whipping strike by Nightingale was caught by Nick and the bicep of Nick’s right arm holding a quivering pump as he held the belt taught with the vampire at the other end was something Nightingale obviously noticed. “Fuck…that’s a pretty good move…” he said to himself before Nick pulled sharply on the belt. The force propelled Nightingale forward to be met with a straight fist, bringing him to the ground. Nick stood on his belt arm, crushing the bone and unleashed furious fists with as much strength as he could. Every strike caved in more and more of Nightingale’s jaw and face but drained what little Alpha strength he had left. A river of blood poured out of Nightingale’s mouth. His teeth were bashed out, some digging themselves into Nick’s hand, but he didn’t stop even though he was exhausted.
Nick suddenly found himself with Nightingale’s legs around his neck. He was so tall he had wrapped them around and brought Nick down to his back, constricting like a snake. Nick couldn’t move. He was done for. He had nothing left. His wolf powers hadn’t returned, and he didn’t have enough to win. Yet, after all that damage, Nightingale was laughing. Seconds away from death, Nick felt Nightingale release him. He pointed to Nick as he rose. “You settle the fuck down now, cunty.”
“What are you doing?” the call came finally. It probably wasn’t the first time they had been yelled at, but only heard it now. “Stop! We need you both alive.”
“Listen here ya slippery gypsy,” Nightingale said, spitting out globs of blood as his jaw again began reattaching. “I ain’t your bitch. You got my money? This cunt is your problem not mine. I want my money…or all yas can grease my hubcaps with your assholes. So what’s it gonna be?”
Nick rolled over to see the scene around him phasing in and out. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr Nightingale. Very well. We will take him off your hands, and you will be handsomely rewarded.”
“Mutha fucker, you think I’m waitin’ for a cheque? I want my money, right here, right fucking now.”
“I do not have it. But…if you wish, you can accompany us to where it is.”
“Uh huh…right. Big vault or some shit? Who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ to son?”
“On the contrary, I intend to introduce you to the man responsible
