Behlen rushed to the front of the room, blowing his whistle that would summon the goon squad. I had one chance to prove that I was willing to see through my spur of the moment declaration.
Hearing the boots of the punishers heading towards the room, I tackled Behlen to the ground and drove my teeth into his arm until he released the baton. I quickly got to my feet and zapped the living hell out of him until he stopped moving. With the first goon entering the room to figure out what was happening, I caught him off guard and threw the baton at his head.
The baton hit him, causing his body to spasm and writhe. It dazed him long enough for me to kick him into the other two guards who were trying to rush through the doorway. All three of them fell into the hallway in a pile of black leather and wriggling arms. I grabbed my baton and shocked all three of them before they could roll off each other. Stomping on the flailing arms, I managed to secure all four batons.
Behind me, the sound of hissing and flesh on flesh punching made me duck my head back into the classroom. More than half of the class was biting and throwing each other into any available hard surface. Simon ripped one of the bolted desks out of the floor and slammed it down on Behlen’s body. I cringed slightly, feeling a tiny bit bad for Behlen, though that sentiment quickly faded when I heard one of the goon squad call for reinforcements.
“Who wants to start some mayhem?” I showed everyone the batons.
Four vamps rushed to the front of the room and nodded to me. I tossed them three of the batons and watched them pounce on the guards in the hallway.
Once more, I looked to Declan, who was leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head as if he was enjoying the show. I smiled and pointed to the baton to assess his interest.
He slowly shook his head. It irked me that he was letting all that muscled goodness go to waste.
Shrugging, I threw my arms into the air. “We’ve had enough infighting. It’s time to stop biting each other, and focus our efforts on those who truly deserve it. Put aside your petty hatred and unleash your rage on those who work for or support the Mielcareks!”
I was surprised to see how many vamps stopped pummeling each other to look at me. I could see their brains working as they looked to their fighting partner, then to the new goons coming into the room. The light flicked on inside their heads and suddenly everything made sense. They hated the Mielcareks more than they hated the guy they were punching, with the exception of the Mielcarek loyalists in the room.
Six more vamps rushed to confront the goons attempting to get order in the room, while three vamps cornered two loyalists.
A smile spread across my face. Maybe there were people willing to follow me straight out the door to freedom.
“Everyone down on the ground, hands on the back of your head!” Adriel’s voice cut my gleeful vision short. His fist landed against my chin, but I recovered and kicked the side of his knee. He snarled and punched the side of my head. “Get her!”
The fresh supply of goons jumped me and took me to the ground. I struggled, but there were too many of them. My head hit the floor and the last thing I remembered was 100 milliamps coursing through my body.
Chapter Three
I woke up in solitary with the hangover to end all hangovers. I hated stun batons. It took forever for the feeling to return to my fingers and the ringing in my ears to stop.
Having no idea how long I had been out, I closed my eyes and fought against my exhaustion and dizziness, which was nearly impossible. After a few tries, my senses stretched beyond my cell walls, and I heard the blood of the purebreds racing and stomachs of the Bitten clench. It was sunset, which meant I was out for a little less than a day, or more than two days.
I gingerly touched my face and found exactly what I expected…dried blood. It made it harder to wake up after a beating if we were injured too greatly. Last year there was a vamp who was out cold for a week because Adriel had pummeled him into a bloody mess.
Leaning against the cold metal wall, I sighed. My mini rebellion had gone reasonably well, but it wasn’t enough to get my hopes up. It was easy to get people to brawl and take their anger out on Adriel’s men; it was another to convince everyone to work towards the shared goal of escape. While the vamps loved to cause trouble, most of them feared the very real consequence of dying for breaking multiple rules. I needed to keep everyone motivated so that I didn’t lose momentum.
Though some of the guys had shown potential, they were more interested in the violence of it all. They were nothing more than goons themselves, which wasn’t a bad thing, but first, I had to recruit my upper echelon. I needed people who would help me carry out my plans.
The next hurdle would be Wesling’s wrath. She was within her right to kill me for attempting to revive a fallen coven, but my punishment depended on whether
