The interior was dark and dusty.
He walked silently in the direction of the
grouped vamps, veering off course only to confront the solitary
guard they’d left near the back entrance of the building. It took a
thought and a touch for him to paralyze then kill the creature. He
had learned many ways to kill over the years with Charles’ help.
His power, when concentrated and channeled in a single direction,
managed to short out someone from the inside out. He was able to
sever the spinal cord or boil someone’s blood just as easily
without being more than a foot or two from someone. He could also
hold them mesmerized, incapable of movement or independent thought,
and physically beat them to death or stab them or whatever else he
wanted to do. His favorite method, though, was to tear out their
throats. Messy, simple and always sent a message that even vamps
understood.
Tonight, he chose instant death where he’d
usually want the messiest death possible to leave as a warning to
others.
He lowered the dead vamp to the ground. He
could wipe out the wharf and everyone on it, too, but he had
learned a thing or two about how discretion kept him off Damian’s
radar. Right now, he needed every moment of quiet he could get.
The plethora of skills available to a god
were still emerging, and channeling all his focus took effort. He
paused before the door leading to where the other vamps were
gathered. They had infrared sight in the dark, unlike his full on
ability to see everything in gray scale around him. His eyes went
to the sources of electricity he could sense within the walls.
Jonny crossed to a point where the subtle
thrum was loudest and rested his hand against the wall. He pushed
his magic towards the wiring of the building. A surge of power
electrified the air around him before the circuits fried and
shorted out.
Grumbling and cursing originated from the
room full of vamps. He stepped away, wanting to draw out as many as
he could before outright unleashing his magic and attacking.
Two left the room. Invisible to the
creatures he was charged with controlling, he waited until the door
closed behind them before lifting both hands to cripple them.
Seconds later, both crumbled, dead, to the ground.
Three down, fourteen to
go. If they were somewhere more isolated,
he wouldn’t have a problem rolling out his power and letting it
crush the traitors. Jonny approached the door to the restaurant
floor and opened it. Ashley was against the far wall.
The vamps didn’t notice his entrance. He
approached the one nearest and killed him with a touch then moved
to the second closest. He had made it through five before one of
those falling smashed into something glass as he collapsed.
The others fell silent. Jonny held his
breath and wove through them, towards Ashley, while the vamps
searched the area nearest the door for signs of an intruder.
She was hooded and tied, and his stomach
rumbled when he smelled human blood on her. He rested a hand on her
arm, assessing her body. She was bruised and cut in a few places,
but there was no major damage to her. He couldn’t be entirely
certain without biting her, which gave him more access to someone’s
body, but he assessed she’d be able to fight. He was counting on
it. What was better, as a Natural warrior, she shouldn’t need light
to fight either. She’d be driven by instinct rather than sight.
Jonny said nothing as he quickly untied her.
He doubted she’d bother thanking him. He pulled the hood off her
next then pressed a knife into the palm of one of her hands. She
was breathing steadily and seemed alert. He didn’t have time to
evaluate her completely. The vamps were headed his way.
“You need to leave. Fast,” he whispered. He
then stood, moving away.
There was a pause before he heard her stand
behind him. His attention returned forward.
A flashlight blinded him briefly. Jonny’s
arm shot up to block the sudden light. More than one gasp of
surprise came from the
He walked silently in the direction of the
grouped vamps, veering off course only to confront the solitary
guard they’d left near the back entrance of the building. It took a
thought and a touch for him to paralyze then kill the creature. He
had learned many ways to kill over the years with Charles’ help.
His power, when concentrated and channeled in a single direction,
managed to short out someone from the inside out. He was able to
sever the spinal cord or boil someone’s blood just as easily
without being more than a foot or two from someone. He could also
hold them mesmerized, incapable of movement or independent thought,
and physically beat them to death or stab them or whatever else he
wanted to do. His favorite method, though, was to tear out their
throats. Messy, simple and always sent a message that even vamps
understood.
Tonight, he chose instant death where he’d
usually want the messiest death possible to leave as a warning to
others.
He lowered the dead vamp to the ground. He
could wipe out the wharf and everyone on it, too, but he had
learned a thing or two about how discretion kept him off Damian’s
radar. Right now, he needed every moment of quiet he could get.
The plethora of skills available to a god
were still emerging, and channeling all his focus took effort. He
paused before the door leading to where the other vamps were
gathered. They had infrared sight in the dark, unlike his full on
ability to see everything in gray scale around him. His eyes went
to the sources of electricity he could sense within the walls.
Jonny crossed to a point where the subtle
thrum was loudest and rested his hand against the wall. He pushed
his magic towards the wiring of the building. A surge of power
electrified the air around him before the circuits fried and
shorted out.
Grumbling and cursing originated from the
room full of vamps. He stepped away, wanting to draw out as many as
he could before outright unleashing his magic and attacking.
Two left the room. Invisible to the
creatures he was charged with controlling, he waited until the door
closed behind them before lifting both hands to cripple them.
Seconds later, both crumbled, dead, to the ground.
Three down, fourteen to
go. If they were somewhere more isolated,
he wouldn’t have a problem rolling out his power and letting it
crush the traitors. Jonny approached the door to the restaurant
floor and opened it. Ashley was against the far wall.
The vamps didn’t notice his entrance. He
approached the one nearest and killed him with a touch then moved
to the second closest. He had made it through five before one of
those falling smashed into something glass as he collapsed.
The others fell silent. Jonny held his
breath and wove through them, towards Ashley, while the vamps
searched the area nearest the door for signs of an intruder.
She was hooded and tied, and his stomach
rumbled when he smelled human blood on her. He rested a hand on her
arm, assessing her body. She was bruised and cut in a few places,
but there was no major damage to her. He couldn’t be entirely
certain without biting her, which gave him more access to someone’s
body, but he assessed she’d be able to fight. He was counting on
it. What was better, as a Natural warrior, she shouldn’t need light
to fight either. She’d be driven by instinct rather than sight.
Jonny said nothing as he quickly untied her.
He doubted she’d bother thanking him. He pulled the hood off her
next then pressed a knife into the palm of one of her hands. She
was breathing steadily and seemed alert. He didn’t have time to
evaluate her completely. The vamps were headed his way.
“You need to leave. Fast,” he whispered. He
then stood, moving away.
There was a pause before he heard her stand
behind him. His attention returned forward.
A flashlight blinded him briefly. Jonny’s
arm shot up to block the sudden light. More than one gasp of
surprise came from the
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