“We can go on but do notice that I’m only using my legs here,” Blake drawled in a tone so blasé, it was almost unbelievable in such situations.
What was most fascinating – and scary at the same time – was that all through the attacks, his hands had never left his pockets, and not one useless movement was made – and therefore no energy was wasted. Never mind his special abilities, even where only brute force was concerned, Blake The Troublemaker was a man to be feared.
He was not a thousand-year old vampire for nothing.
“Shift back,” he commanded in a deadly soft tone. The werewolf, despite being in great pain, did not comply. “I won’t repeat myself,” his voice grew noticeably colder at that and a sudden tense atmosphere fell upon the forest.
Jonathan’s arm around my shoulder stiffened ever so slightly and I noticed that everyone’s eyes but my mate’s and the alpha’s – and admittedly, my own – had dropped to the ground. Kyle’s hand however was clenching so hard, I could see, even from a distance, a few droplets of blood falling. I could only guess then that the famous vampire had let his strength be felt and it was much too overwhelming to be defied. The werewolves had sharper senses and thus the effect on them was more potent. Only the most powerful ones could fight the urge to show submission.
In my fascination with the man’s strength, my natural instincts to run away, screaming bloody murder, were dimmed, and I even lacked the common sense to drop my gaze. What was more aggravating was that I felt the masochistic desire to see his face just then, to get a taste of real power, and thus of real fear.
Boy was I messed up!
I’ve never killed someone just because they’ve disrespected me but I’d still advise you to choose your words wisely. His words echoed in my head and I felt inclined to believe it would be best to keep my sharp tongue under check the next few minutes. Yeah, let’s not disrespect the guy. Better yet, let’s not talk to him at all.
Thomas, on the other hand, stilled completely with what I guessed was fear filling him, before whimpering in surrender and shifting back to his human form, a painful gasp leaving him as he did.
Although I was not familiar with nudity, I somehow did not blush. The lack of reaction from my part had probably something to do with the fact that blood covered some of Thomas’ chest and that his back was at an odd angle. His spine had just been broken and it wasn’t a nice sight to say the least. As a result, he remained on the ground, unspeaking, unmoving and just barely tolerating the pain in silence – his face might have shown his discomfort, but his lips were sealed.
“Now, do you mind answering my earlier question?” Blake took two steps back, giving the werewolf some much needed space to gather his wits since, surely, having such an intimidating opponent towering you could only make it harder to speak.
“I,” he gasped in pain as, from the looks of it, even the simple act of speaking hurt, “I killed the guy because... he was in our town... uninvited.”
“The territory thing you werewolves have is only applicable on werewolves as you know,” Blake’s statement kind of surprised me for I actually believed werewolves were entitled to hunt down all supernatural intruders. Just then, I realized that that would go against The Devil’s Pact and thus it could not be so.
“But...” the werewolf with the ragged breathing prepared to argue only to be interrupted.
“If I were to forbid any werewolf or witch from being in the same town as I, that’d be troublesome. I’m a vampire, I move every five or so years,” came the flat-tone explanation.
“I just hate vampires,” the confession did not surprise anyone. Thomas was admitting to having killed the vampire without being under attack or anything. The interrogator had succeeded in making him spill the beans so the execution could only follow soon.
“That, I gathered,” Blake’s humorless chuckle made me wish I could see his expression just then instead of his back. What would greet me, a look of contained fury or two unsettlingly impassible eyes? I could not say for sure, but damn did I wish I could see it for myself!
“I’d like to know why before I kill you though.”
“Two Vampires killed my family eight years ago, where were you then?” Thomas somehow managed to turn the tables on the great Blake, making him the accused instead, despite his current position.
“I was informed a bit too late. The vampires had already left town. It took me almost a week to hunt them down and when I did, I killed them.” Speaking of a kill in such an emotionless voice should be prohibited. It made it almost too simple a thing yet, at the same, it added to the horror that it was.
“So, you say,” came the disbelieving pain-filled snort.
“I wasn’t about to capture them just so I would bring them here to make a public execution. I found them in New Jersey, I killed them there,” I could almost see him rolling his eyes at that moment. Or maybe he’d still wear his unnervingly expressionless face on, and the eye-roll would be executed mentally.
“So, you say, so you say,” It was sad to see a man so consumed with hurt and hatred, he couldn’t even see
