Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

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    The man weakly raised his rifle and fired. Claws shot out from the dark to slice through the gun barrel as though it were paper.
    Then MacRieve crossed the threshold. The red backup light finally caught him.
    The soldier took one look at MacRieve and released his bladder; she swayed on her feet.
    So much blood... MacRieve was covered in it.
    Mari’s thoughts began to register slowly, hazily. Am I going into shock? Look at his face, his body. Had I thought I could handle this? Or comfort him?
    At once, his pale blue eyes narrowed on the mark at her temple, then flared with an unimaginable rage. He truly is a beast, a monster from Lore .
    Panic bubbled up inside her, and she shook as much as the soldier begging for his life in broken Spanish.
    MacRieve’s harrowing gaze swung to the man then returned to her face. “ Struck... you? ” His voice was deep and raspy, his vocal cords altered.
    She stared dumbly, unable to answer. MacRieve raised his hand above the man for the killing blow, his black claws glinting in the red light. A whoosh of air. She squeezed her eyes shut as jugular blood sprayed across her face, hot and thick.
    What came next was a blur. The scream was hers. Light flooded from her eyes and hands. MacRieve flew across the room. As she darted for the entrance, she used magick to lift the onerous cell door, then slammed it behind her, sealing it like a plug.
    His roar boomed off the solid walls.
    The sound of a monster.
    In pure terror, she ran through the smoky tunnels, absently working circulation back into her wrists. Everywhere dead soldiers lay mauled, their sightless eyes still wide with shock. Blood had splashed against the walls and pooled on the ground, looking like tar in the glow of the backup lights. She clenched her jaw against vomiting from the sickening odor, but she would spare no pity for killers like them.
    She locked and sealed the next tunnel door, and the next, aware that she was only delaying MacRieve. Her only hope was to get a vehicle...
    Tripping up the last set of stairs to the surface, she used her hands to push herself up again and again. At last, she reached the outside. Running free into the rainy night, she sloshed in puddles, mud splashing up to her thighs. Need a truck, need a truck... with keys.
    She stumbled, raised her gaze. There... truck.
    Stolen truck. It didn’t have doors or a roof and the rain continued to pound, but could there be... yes, keys !
    She darted inside to the slick vinyl seat, pinched the ignition key, and twisted it hard. The engine rumbled and died. Once more, turning over, then dying. “ Come on... come on... start, you bitch! ”
    Ignition! She stomped on the gas pedal—not too light on the clutch either—and the truck lurched into motion. Glad for once of the smell of burning clutch.
    The roads were soupy. The rain was falling on and off, but in thunderous bouts. She fishtailed, attempting to get the wipers to work, but rain continued to pelt her eyes from above. She skidded along, driving too fast... too fast. Have to or he’ll catch me...
    When she hit a dip and was almost bounced from the truck, she fastened her seat belt. Squinting, she recognized the area, remembered the sheer drop-offs lining these roads. Way too fast.
    She shook her head. No, she’d risk a damn drop-off before she’d let him take her. She shuddered again at the image of him—the crazed look in his uncanny eyes, the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and dripping from his fangs, his size .
    And it wanted to... mate with her like that. To sink those bloody fangs into her skin.
    No . Concentrate! She could do this, could get away. She swiped the back of her arm over her drenched face—
    Eyes reflected back at her in the headlights. His.
    She stomped the brake and yanked the wheel right, sending the truck reeling. The wheel spun wildly... until the back end lurched off the road’s edge and jerked to a stop, the chassis sunk into a mud bank.
    Have to run! With shaking hands, she fought to unlatch her seat belt.
    The entire road began to creep away.
    As she screamed, the truck slid sideways down a sharp embankment until it hit a stump and reared into the air. It slammed back to the ground with the front heading down at an almost ninety-degree angle.
    She locked the brakes, and hardwood limbs stabbed at the front bumper, but the truck wouldn’t be stopped. Broad leaves slapped the windshield as the speed increased. She screamed again when the