The dark closed in from all sides like thick black smoke. An impenetrable wall. Gaby couldn’t remember a time when it had been so dark that she found herself tripping over her own feet. Not even on a moonless night. But maybe it was the panic doing strange things to her.
What scared her the most was that she never panicked. Like, not once in her whole life. It was like an icy cold fist had grabbed a hold of one of her hearts and refused to let go, which resulted in the organs having to beat twice as fast but with much less strength. Her breathing was sharp and choppy making her feel slightly faint. To make things worse there was a not entirely sane sounding voice resonating inside her head that repeatedly shrieked for her to keep running.
There were brutal killers on her tail, which was exactly what she had wanted. Gaby was fully prepared for this, she excelled in one to one combat training. Had taken out much worse with one hand tied behind her back. Literally. With many frustrating, boring weeks behind her, she should’ve been enjoying herself.
Rising to the occasion, damn it.
Instead she tripped for the umpteenth time and landed face first in the dirt. It hurt. She touched her fingers to her chin and pulled them away barely able to make out her hand which she knew would be smeared with blood. Maybe she’d been trapped in this human skin for too long and it was starting to affect her. Making her weak.
Why had she left her gun at the apartment? It was company policy to always carry your assigned fire arm when on a mission. She should’ve been fired for the amount of times she’d given the bird to company policy, but damn she wished she’d stayed in line just this once. Hell, she had only left the apartment to walk a half a block to the local seven eleven. Sure it was late, but it was a great part of town and she was a Demon Chaser. She could handle anything. To become a part of the Demon Control Agency you either had to be born into it or fight your way in.
Blood. Sweat. Tears.
Mostly blood and lots of it. Gaby was the first and last of her kind ever to make it. She was hard core, she was badass. She was so dead since her wobbling legs could barely hold her to stand let alone drag her any further.
She turned to face the men who chased her. The bloods were just toying with her. They could’ve had her immediately. The chase was so much more fun for them though.
Bracing her legs, she thought to herself that it was good that she now found herself in a part of the alley that was lit by a nearby streetlamp. At least she could see. Since when did she need light to see?
There were three of them, all demon bloods, she guessed them to be fifty or sixty years of age. Barely shaving yet. She took a deep breath. The cold fist clenched tighter in her chest as the bloods moved closer. The biggest of the three stepped in ahead of the rest, he tilted his head and sniffed the air.
What looked like the youngest smirked. “What does? Her blood or her pussy?”
“Both. The sweet, sweet scent of human blood and that musky, tangy scent of”—he licked his lips—“pussy. I’m not sure which one I want first.”
This made no sense, now that they were this close they should be able to smell that she was a skin shifter.
“Well, I hate to disappoint but I’m not a human and if you think you’re getting anywhere near me you’re sadly mistaken,” her voice was surprisingly strong. To make matters worse, they didn’t seem to recognise her, so they couldn’t be the demons that had raped and murdered Macy. The whole reason she was on this mission in the first place was to get the bastards responsible.
All three laughed. The bigger one spoke again, obviously the ringleader. “You are definitely human and so screwed you have no idea. This is going to go down one of two ways”—he held up two fingers—“you stay calm and relaxed. We can all mess around for a while. We will bite but it’s going to feel oh so good for all of us – you included.” He paused, “Or, you can try and fight. Now, there’s nothing that turns a vampire on more than a good old fight. We’ll fuck harder and suck harder and I can’t guarantee that you’ll survive. Which is it to be?” His eyes gleamed.