CHAPTER ONE
Kylissa swung her sword and chopped off one of the attacker’s hands.
“Well, shit.”
She had been aiming for his head.
“You chopped off my freaking hand!” the vampire screamed, clutching the bloodless stump to his torso as he backed away from her.
The sword stuck in the wall. “Gimme a second. I can do better than that.” She pried her weapon out of the crumbling drywall and swung it again. This time, he was ready for her and ducked away, shoving her to the ground.
Kylissa rolled on the floor and jumped up, sword in hand and ready to attack.
He was gone. And he’d turned off the damned lights.
“Stupid vampires always love hiding in the dark,” Kylissa muttered as she scanned the room. Only the tiniest bit of light came through the boarded-up windows. For a human, it would be impossible to see the vampire crouching in the corner, fangs …show more content…
Do you even understand what that word means?” Kylissa said as she found a bit of leverage and threw the vampire off, grabbing her sword as she rolled in the opposite direction.
The two females squared off from each other, Kylissa’s sword keeping the distance between them.
“It’s inhumane to expect vampires not to drink human blood!” The female spat the words out.
“Vampires have been forbidden to drink human blood for a thousand years now,” Kylissa said, punctuating each word with a thrust of her sword. “Get used to it.”
The vampire snarled at her and attacked. Kylissa swiveled, turned in a circle and brought the sword down in a deadly arc between the woman’s chin and collarbone as the vampire’s fingernails grazed her cheek, drawing the faintest pinprick of blood. With a solid thud, the vampire’s head fell to the floor. Her body was enveloped in the cleansing flames of the Pyre by the time it joined her head.
“Natasha!” a voice cried from the top of the stairs. Kylissa turned to see the smaller of the two male vampires standing with his face aghast at the sight of the female crumbling to a pile of burning
Kylissa swung her sword and chopped off one of the attacker’s hands.
“Well, shit.”
She had been aiming for his head.
“You chopped off my freaking hand!” the vampire screamed, clutching the bloodless stump to his torso as he backed away from her.
The sword stuck in the wall. “Gimme a second. I can do better than that.” She pried her weapon out of the crumbling drywall and swung it again. This time, he was ready for her and ducked away, shoving her to the ground.
Kylissa rolled on the floor and jumped up, sword in hand and ready to attack.
He was gone. And he’d turned off the damned lights.
“Stupid vampires always love hiding in the dark,” Kylissa muttered as she scanned the room. Only the tiniest bit of light came through the boarded-up windows. For a human, it would be impossible to see the vampire crouching in the corner, fangs …show more content…
Do you even understand what that word means?” Kylissa said as she found a bit of leverage and threw the vampire off, grabbing her sword as she rolled in the opposite direction.
The two females squared off from each other, Kylissa’s sword keeping the distance between them.
“It’s inhumane to expect vampires not to drink human blood!” The female spat the words out.
“Vampires have been forbidden to drink human blood for a thousand years now,” Kylissa said, punctuating each word with a thrust of her sword. “Get used to it.”
The vampire snarled at her and attacked. Kylissa swiveled, turned in a circle and brought the sword down in a deadly arc between the woman’s chin and collarbone as the vampire’s fingernails grazed her cheek, drawing the faintest pinprick of blood. With a solid thud, the vampire’s head fell to the floor. Her body was enveloped in the cleansing flames of the Pyre by the time it joined her head.
“Natasha!” a voice cried from the top of the stairs. Kylissa turned to see the smaller of the two male vampires standing with his face aghast at the sight of the female crumbling to a pile of burning