Devils Roses 04 - Witch

guards is weakened from miss thang here and we be surrounded by a thousand of them fanged devils.”
    Ophelia trembled, “How did-why-what am I? Did she say demon witch? Oh my god it's the Ouija board isn’t it. Someone has possessed me.” She looked at her fingers again, still in shock.
    Lydia sighed and rubbed her temples, “Ophelia you are driving me insane. Let me finish a sentence for the love of god. Annabelle what are you talking about?”
    Annabelle pointed to the front hall, “There be a thousand of them night walking blood suckas out on the street Miss Lydia. They gots us surrounded. They come for Giselle.”
    Lydia covered her hands over her eyes, "Where is Lorri?"
    Ophelia shook her head, “It’s me isn’t it? They’re here because of me. The wolf brought them here for me. Everything is trying to kill me. I’m dreaming I’m sure of it.” She felt panic build inside of her.
    Giselle stormed in to the kitchen, “Not everything is about you princess. That is what I was trying to tell you about Lydia. Those things have been following me all week.”
    Suddenly the spiky redhead flashed in to the kitchen with a dark haired man.
    “Lydia we have a problem.”
    Lydia pointed to the hole in the wall Ophelia had made, “I have enough problems Lorri. These are Roses problems. I want them gone from my street.”
    Lorri sneered, “It’s her, they came for her.”
    Arguing erupted in the kitchen, “She is the heir.”
    "This isn’t my problem Dorian. Jesus. Deal with your own problems and let me deal with Ophelia."
    "She is the queen Lydia. This is everyone's problem."
    Lydia looked like she cracked. She started to laugh uncontrollably. She sank onto the debris-covered floor, laughing in sobs.
    Ophelia looked back at her fingertips and shook her head. She walked from the kitchen, “It’s too much. It’s all too much. I need this dream to be over.”

Chapter Fourteen
    Sam

    His phone vibrated as he tore the head from the vampire body. His strength, when he let the fire take him, was unmatched.
    He felt the black blood spray, covering his forearms.
    He glanced back at Aimee and grinned savagely. She was surrounded by ten of them, just how she liked it. Her hands moved faster than the human eye could catch. She had learned how to rip the souls from them in one swipe. She didn’t need to channel the energy. Dorian said she was the best death dealer he had ever seen. Watching the black blood spray from their bodies before they even got within an arms reach of her, proved that to be true.
    Sam shivered watching the blood shed. Aimee could shut herself down emotionally.
    Lucas dove at one of the undead surrounding Aimee and ripped its head off with one huge bite. The crunch from his massive jaw would have made Sam sick, if he hadn’t been in such a foul mood.
    He wiped the blood from his hands onto his jeans and pulled the phone from his pocket.
    “Gotta Go. Lydia’s.” He cried.
    Aimee was gone before he got the sentence out. Lucas leapt through the crowd of monsters. Sam flashed them as his hand made contact with the fur.
    The muggy cool air of Portland hit instantly. They had been in Madrid where Aimee had heard of a blood bar. Normally they didn’t do much in Europe but sometimes Lorri needed them. The European Roses had incredibly strong ties to Daniel. Lorri had been forced to kill many of her own. The vampire den they had just slaughtered had been one of Daniel’s splinter groups.
    Sam felt his feet squish into the wet lawn, as he rounded the corner of the house with Lucas. His stomach felt heavy seeing the hoard surrounding the yard.
    He looked at Lucas, “Vampires?”
    Lucas nodded his wolf head and gave a low whine.
    “Pretty sure we’ll be needing some backup on this one buddy.”
    Lucas whined again.
    He couldn’t understand how so many had gathered or why they stood outside Lydia’s house.
    Sam noticed a female tilting her head and smelling the air in his direction. He looked down at the blood covering his clothes and gave her a goofy grin.
    She started to whisper to the man at her left side. The man gave him a deadly cold stare.
    Sam felt the hair on his arms begin to lift. Under their scrutiny, he felt himself growing angry again.
    Lucas nudged him and looked at the front of the house where Giselle walked down the front steps alone. She looked uneasy, glancing back at the people inside of the house.
    Sam raised an eyebrow at her. She looked terrified and cleared her