motionless form lying at his feet.
“Well, lover boy! Not so boisterous now, are we? Where’s your sense of humour? Passed out? Gone down the drain? Doesn’t matter ’cause this time you’re coming home with me.”
Guffawing, he bent over to get Rogan.
Chapter Ten
Liv didn’t even contemplate outrunning the warrior dispatched to get hold of her. Hidden behind the boxes, she figured her best bet remained to stay put. She could see Rogan through a small gap between boxes. That was all she cared about, much more than the anguished voice in her head telling her the gorgeous vampire had been killed.
Heart filled with lead, she observed the nameless warrior as he walked into the warehouse. Since the building had been shut down, the place had become a real jumble of garbage, cardboard, containers, and out-of-order equipment lying around. Of course he wouldn’t be very long locating her. All she could achieve now was to buy some time.
Khord grabbed Rogan’s wrist, without doubt in an attempt to activate his watch. When their limbs met, the disgusting hulk was lifted off his feet, and thrown away at full force. The landing sounded brutal. The impact must have jarred his freshly mended bones, and sent waves of pain through his body, because he uttered a sharp cry while drawing his fangs out.
Relief made Liv quiver when she saw Rogan propelling Khord, and bending forward to pick something off the ground. For the first time, she laid eyes on his vampire face. Unlike Khord, he hadn’t turned into a monster. Fangs out, taut skin shining golden in the moonlight, powerful jaws set to rip and kill, Rogan was the most handsome and virile creature ever.
When Khord looked up, Rogan was on his feet, battered but frighteningly in command. Liv perceived that something about him rattled Khord. His stubborn, aggressive stance? His unwavering gaze? Or the determination on his face? Whatever it was, an untold dread seemed to be creeping into Khord’s mind, blunting his courage.
“Get up! Let’s get this over with.”
Rogan didn’t look like a fighter anymore, but more like a hunter on the brink of slaying his prey. He had grabbed a chunk of wood from a pile of old debris, no doubt intending to stake his enemy.
Although in bad shape, Khord couldn’t resist flouting.
“Ain’t you gonna save the pretty bird? Guess not, it’s too late for her.”
Though he scoffed, he was only to be crushed down again. Razor-sharp fangs glittering in the bright moonlight, Rogan jumped on Khord. Pinned to the ground by Rogan’s weight, the brute watched the lethal vampire lift his arm, stake pointed at his enemy’s heart.
Khord’s words acutely ringing in her mind, Liv forgot all about her pursuer, and shouted.
“Rogan, don’t! If you kill him, they’ll sentence you to death!”
She was brutally flung sideways, and she crashed into boxes. Half full of junk, they nevertheless cushioned her fall. Using her hands as brakes, Liv slid on her back towards the entrance of the warehouse. Before she could take another breath, the warrior was already holding her down. Immobilised, dazed, she felt his hand seize her wrist to fasten a watch around it. The device to send her into the Overworld. The vampires’ world.
Holy mackerel! Panic flooding her veins, legs kicking nothing but air, arms trying to escape the iron grip, Liv cried out. She knew her shout wouldn’t help, knew her flailing would only delay her assailant for a few seconds, but she couldn’t just lie there and let him take her away to unknown whereabouts. No, she didn’t want to go to the Overworld.
She glanced outside. Looking like he hated this strange universe made for a weak race, Khord seemed to be mustering his strength. Whatever he planned, Rogan out-thought him with an unexpected move. He dropped the stake, and pressed a button on the brute’s watch. Khord vanished.
Too far away, and unable to see her as the warehouse lay in shadows, Rogan wouldn’t be able
“Well, lover boy! Not so boisterous now, are we? Where’s your sense of humour? Passed out? Gone down the drain? Doesn’t matter ’cause this time you’re coming home with me.”
Guffawing, he bent over to get Rogan.
Chapter Ten
Liv didn’t even contemplate outrunning the warrior dispatched to get hold of her. Hidden behind the boxes, she figured her best bet remained to stay put. She could see Rogan through a small gap between boxes. That was all she cared about, much more than the anguished voice in her head telling her the gorgeous vampire had been killed.
Heart filled with lead, she observed the nameless warrior as he walked into the warehouse. Since the building had been shut down, the place had become a real jumble of garbage, cardboard, containers, and out-of-order equipment lying around. Of course he wouldn’t be very long locating her. All she could achieve now was to buy some time.
Khord grabbed Rogan’s wrist, without doubt in an attempt to activate his watch. When their limbs met, the disgusting hulk was lifted off his feet, and thrown away at full force. The landing sounded brutal. The impact must have jarred his freshly mended bones, and sent waves of pain through his body, because he uttered a sharp cry while drawing his fangs out.
Relief made Liv quiver when she saw Rogan propelling Khord, and bending forward to pick something off the ground. For the first time, she laid eyes on his vampire face. Unlike Khord, he hadn’t turned into a monster. Fangs out, taut skin shining golden in the moonlight, powerful jaws set to rip and kill, Rogan was the most handsome and virile creature ever.
When Khord looked up, Rogan was on his feet, battered but frighteningly in command. Liv perceived that something about him rattled Khord. His stubborn, aggressive stance? His unwavering gaze? Or the determination on his face? Whatever it was, an untold dread seemed to be creeping into Khord’s mind, blunting his courage.
“Get up! Let’s get this over with.”
Rogan didn’t look like a fighter anymore, but more like a hunter on the brink of slaying his prey. He had grabbed a chunk of wood from a pile of old debris, no doubt intending to stake his enemy.
Although in bad shape, Khord couldn’t resist flouting.
“Ain’t you gonna save the pretty bird? Guess not, it’s too late for her.”
Though he scoffed, he was only to be crushed down again. Razor-sharp fangs glittering in the bright moonlight, Rogan jumped on Khord. Pinned to the ground by Rogan’s weight, the brute watched the lethal vampire lift his arm, stake pointed at his enemy’s heart.
Khord’s words acutely ringing in her mind, Liv forgot all about her pursuer, and shouted.
“Rogan, don’t! If you kill him, they’ll sentence you to death!”
She was brutally flung sideways, and she crashed into boxes. Half full of junk, they nevertheless cushioned her fall. Using her hands as brakes, Liv slid on her back towards the entrance of the warehouse. Before she could take another breath, the warrior was already holding her down. Immobilised, dazed, she felt his hand seize her wrist to fasten a watch around it. The device to send her into the Overworld. The vampires’ world.
Holy mackerel! Panic flooding her veins, legs kicking nothing but air, arms trying to escape the iron grip, Liv cried out. She knew her shout wouldn’t help, knew her flailing would only delay her assailant for a few seconds, but she couldn’t just lie there and let him take her away to unknown whereabouts. No, she didn’t want to go to the Overworld.
She glanced outside. Looking like he hated this strange universe made for a weak race, Khord seemed to be mustering his strength. Whatever he planned, Rogan out-thought him with an unexpected move. He dropped the stake, and pressed a button on the brute’s watch. Khord vanished.
Too far away, and unable to see her as the warehouse lay in shadows, Rogan wouldn’t be able
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