arm, then another longer, deeper cut in the shoulder. Shade fled the scene and never looked back, not caring if she had killed the stupid bastard or not.
A few days ago, she heard on the news that Mark Sells was a hero. It seemed as though the decorated officer had gotten out of his cruiser to help someone with car trouble, something that he said he always did. Then someone, for no apparent reason, attacked him. He had told the anchor girl his “story” while lying in his hospital bed, bandaged from his ordeal. It seemed he had just been able to get to his radio and call for help before passing out from blood loss. Jerk. Lying jerk had tried to rape her and he came off looking like a fucking hero.
~ CHAPTER FIVE~
Colin went by the apartment a few days later. He had tried to stay away, but couldn’t seem make himself. He still didn’t know why he was checking on the woman, but he did it all the same. The place was quite. No one seemed to be around even in the playground, but that could have been because of the cold.
Colin knew something was different the moment he stood outside the building, smelling blood heavy and clotting in the air. He knew the scent of old blood and knew that it had been at least a week since it had been spilled. He flashed himself up the two flights of stairs to the apartment door—the scent coming from inside the rooms was stronger than anywhere else in the building and outside. The first thing he noticed was the yellow crime scene tape crossed across the door barring his entrance. Colin had the power to “ghost” himself into another room, as long as it wasn’t steel, going right through doors and walls. He did so now, and staggered to the floor from the fresh odors. The room was filled with the scents of blood, fear, despair, drugs and people. He felt the woman he’d been looking for in the room along with others, many of them men. And under it all, he could smell the scent of impending death and terror.
Colin couldn’t move. He sat there on the dirty, stained floor, trying to sort through what had happened by the scents, who had been injured, who was dead. Colin couldn’t separate the different emotions and scents from one another. It flooded his system as if all had come from the same person. He could smell distinct smells, such as wolf, cocaine, semen, filth and fear, but they were all over the little apartment. He knew where to go. He went back to the mansion with a heavy heart and a need for answers.
“ Where the heck have you been, big...what’s the matter, Colin? What’s happened?” Concern laced Sara’s questions. Aaron came into the kitchen as soon as Colin had entered the kitchen door.
“ She’s dead. That woman, my mate, she’s dead. I could feel her pain. Oh God, the blood...help me, Sara, please? She...she can’t be dead.” Colin sobbed.
“ Tell me what you need, Colin. I’m here for you, both Aaron and I are. Tell us what you need for us to do.” He pulled her to him, his need...his need to hold on to something, someone overrode his knowledge that one did not touch another vampire’s mate.
“ Come with me. I want you to come with me to her house. Her child, maybe I could take her for her, raise her as mine. Will you go with me, please? You could get the information for me. What I need to find her child. The little girl. What if they won’t let me…what if they won’t help me?”
Colin had never known the child’s name; he only just realized and he wished that he had. That saddened him more than anything he had ever felt before. And that little girl, he would see she would never want for anything as long as he lived.
The three of them bundled into the car and Colin led them to the building. Sara wasn’t able to go through the doors, but she could sense what had happened from just outside with her hand pressed tightly against the frame. Sara relayed all she could get from the room as she closed her eyes and moved mentally through the rooms just
A few days ago, she heard on the news that Mark Sells was a hero. It seemed as though the decorated officer had gotten out of his cruiser to help someone with car trouble, something that he said he always did. Then someone, for no apparent reason, attacked him. He had told the anchor girl his “story” while lying in his hospital bed, bandaged from his ordeal. It seemed he had just been able to get to his radio and call for help before passing out from blood loss. Jerk. Lying jerk had tried to rape her and he came off looking like a fucking hero.
~ CHAPTER FIVE~
Colin went by the apartment a few days later. He had tried to stay away, but couldn’t seem make himself. He still didn’t know why he was checking on the woman, but he did it all the same. The place was quite. No one seemed to be around even in the playground, but that could have been because of the cold.
Colin knew something was different the moment he stood outside the building, smelling blood heavy and clotting in the air. He knew the scent of old blood and knew that it had been at least a week since it had been spilled. He flashed himself up the two flights of stairs to the apartment door—the scent coming from inside the rooms was stronger than anywhere else in the building and outside. The first thing he noticed was the yellow crime scene tape crossed across the door barring his entrance. Colin had the power to “ghost” himself into another room, as long as it wasn’t steel, going right through doors and walls. He did so now, and staggered to the floor from the fresh odors. The room was filled with the scents of blood, fear, despair, drugs and people. He felt the woman he’d been looking for in the room along with others, many of them men. And under it all, he could smell the scent of impending death and terror.
Colin couldn’t move. He sat there on the dirty, stained floor, trying to sort through what had happened by the scents, who had been injured, who was dead. Colin couldn’t separate the different emotions and scents from one another. It flooded his system as if all had come from the same person. He could smell distinct smells, such as wolf, cocaine, semen, filth and fear, but they were all over the little apartment. He knew where to go. He went back to the mansion with a heavy heart and a need for answers.
“ Where the heck have you been, big...what’s the matter, Colin? What’s happened?” Concern laced Sara’s questions. Aaron came into the kitchen as soon as Colin had entered the kitchen door.
“ She’s dead. That woman, my mate, she’s dead. I could feel her pain. Oh God, the blood...help me, Sara, please? She...she can’t be dead.” Colin sobbed.
“ Tell me what you need, Colin. I’m here for you, both Aaron and I are. Tell us what you need for us to do.” He pulled her to him, his need...his need to hold on to something, someone overrode his knowledge that one did not touch another vampire’s mate.
“ Come with me. I want you to come with me to her house. Her child, maybe I could take her for her, raise her as mine. Will you go with me, please? You could get the information for me. What I need to find her child. The little girl. What if they won’t let me…what if they won’t help me?”
Colin had never known the child’s name; he only just realized and he wished that he had. That saddened him more than anything he had ever felt before. And that little girl, he would see she would never want for anything as long as he lived.
The three of them bundled into the car and Colin led them to the building. Sara wasn’t able to go through the doors, but she could sense what had happened from just outside with her hand pressed tightly against the frame. Sara relayed all she could get from the room as she closed her eyes and moved mentally through the rooms just
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