He made as if to lunge at me, and I reacted without thinking. The power went out from me like a waterfall. I could feel it cascade out to become a wave that knocked his feet out from under him. “Now tell me what’s going on inside The Wicked Kiss. I know vampires are being spawned there.”
The Wicked Kiss was the deadliest establishment in the entire city, a vampire bar that was disturbingly high class and run by the only vampire in existence that chilled me to the bone. Harley Kayson was the very vampire that had sired my lover, Arys Knight.
He wasn't too secretive about his desire to have me as his own. Lately, there were more newborn vampires coming out of his creepy club than there ever should be, along with other suspicious activity that didn’t sit well with me. Just the excuse I needed to burn the place to the ground.
“Are you f**king kidding me?” He laughed, long and loud, throwing his head back.
“I don't answer to you, honey. But, I'm not about to turn down a sure thing when it's standing right in front of me.”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I was wasting my time matching wits with this pathetic leech. His energy was eager, hungry. He really thought he was going to feast on my blood. Well, he wouldn't be the first to try. Due to my experience with vampires, I naturally expected a metaphysical attack. It completely caught me off guard when he suddenly flew at me like a football player making a tackle.
Fangs bared, he came at me so fast that I had little time to react. I threw my arms up to protect my face and throat, simultaneously lashing out with power. It hit him before he hit me. My failure to direct the blow effectively caused it to do little more than slow him down, and he simply came at me again. The power that swirled around me was like a tornado of pure energy that had the strength to move mountains. Yet, because I did not have the ability to fully control something so wild and lively, it instead failed me.
The breath was crushed out of me when I hit the ground flat on my back. He was on top of me, fighting to gain a hold and bare my throat. Throwing him off was too easy. No sooner had I formed the thought than he was airborne. The unpredictability of my power was unnerving. I tried to gather it tightly to me so that I could better manipulate it.
The more my inner rage grew, the more I needed to tear him apart with my bare hands, to devour him. I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I was always game for a fight to the death. I have yet to lose.
Advancing on him, the power crackled around me. It drove me as the desire to feed on his undead energy rose up to consume me. He watched me warily, taking an uncertain step back. That one small move told me everything about him. He had nothing. Like most vampires, he was a mediocre monster playing the role of super bad, a minor inconvenience at best. I guess he didn't think I was just a werewolf after all.
I licked my lips as if anticipating a gourmet meal. His heady energy would be a most pleasurable power high if nothing else. He wasn't going to talk about what was going on inside The Wicked Kiss, and I had better things to do than waste my time torturing potentially useless information out of a worm like him. I could live without answers. I knew enough to justify taking him out. Anyway, it was a bit of a personal “fuck you” to Harley by taking out one of his regulars.
The shift in the atmosphere seemed to affect the vampire right away. His stance changed from defensive to unguarded, as if he weren't sure what to do. The need to tear his throat out had shifted to a hunger for his supernatural essence; my own energy had reached out to seduce and draw him in. It hadn't been an entirely conscious decision on my part. It came naturally.
I watched as he tried to fight it. I knew what it felt like to be sucked into someone else's power, spiraling out of control into an abyss that was as enticing as it was deadly.
The time I had experienced it, it had scared me into a panic. I never would have dreamed that same ability would so soon be mine. It felt much too natural and that scared the shit out of me, too. The blood bond that I'd formed with Arys had changed everything for me.
I went from being naturally gifted with basic abilities to having more power than anything living should have. Or, so I've been told. The fact that I'm a werewolf makes me somewhat of an enigma to vampires like Arys and Harley. The vamps with the serious power, they can't get enough of me. It started with Arys. He was the only one who called to that part of me. After forming a power bond with him and joining our power, it all snowballed out of control.