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 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. None of the baddies had noticed me yet. I could leave. 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.
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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. 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.
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These guys were zealots. Deranged lunatics. 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. 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. My feet were frozen to the spot.
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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. 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. He snapped the neck of the nearest revenant, then motioned. English silenced two more revenants with brutal, neck-twisting efficiency. The revenant recovered from the nut bash and charged me again. His fingertips knocked off my ball cap.
English and I watched as the last revenant bounced against a brick wall before falling over, his legs scissoring. 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. Have good evening.
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And this shirt is ruined. What a tragedy. You could have been a revenant Slurpee. I tried not to gawk. I gathered my tangled hair and mashed it under the hat. Like a cover model. An underwear cover model. I cleared my throat.
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