Warriors of Poseidon 01 - Atlantis Rising

reared its head back to strike.
     
    She was going to die at the fangs of a vamp with bad teeth.
     
    I never told Conlan that I love him.
     
    Despair gave her power. She thrust her arms up, then out, in the tactic she'd learned to break the grip of an attacker.
     
    Of course, that had been with attackers who couldn't lift her house with one hand, like a damn vampire would be able to do.
     
    But still, it weakened his grip for a split second. Enough for her to slam her knee up into its crotch, wondering as she did it if vamps even had testicles.
     
    Its hideous shriek told her they did.
     
    She rolled out from under the screaming creature, and she was screaming herself.
    Shattering the night with an ear-splitting, wordless scream.
     
    Sending her thoughts and terror out to Conlan, more powerfully than she'd ever broadcast.
     
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    Vampires! Too many! Denal—oh, God, no.
     
    She froze for a moment, overwhelmed with horror. Too many, too many, too many.
     
    And I'm not going to die like this.
     
    She grabbed the umbrella that still, improbably, leaned against the closet door and ran for the four vamps that were attacking Denal.
     
    "Get your lousy hands off my friend!" she screamed, even as Denal stabbed the point of his sword through the chest of the vamp in front of him. It must have hit the heart, because the vamp exploded into a nasty mess of blood and bone onto the carpet.
     
    Even as Riley forced herself to run through it, the pointy end of the umbrella aimed at another vamp, the mess began to dissolve.
     
    Brennan shouted at her from the corner, where he battled three more. He must have already killed some of them, because there had been far more than seven pouring through the door.
     
    "Riley! The one who attacked you! You must take its head!"
     
    She stopped, stared at Denal, then Brennan, then back at the vamp, now trying to stand.
     
    "With a freaking umbrella?" she yelled.
     
    "Behind you! The closet!"
     
    She yanked open the closet door and saw a roomful of weapons. "What—"
     
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    She grabbed the closest thing, something that looked like a battle-axe from an old movie. "What the hell. I always wanted to be a Viking."
     
    Stop babbling, Riley, she told herself, scared nearly out of her last wit.
     
    "Riley! Now!"
     
    She jerked and whirled around, axe held out in front of her.
     
    And sliced off the top of the head of the vamp crawling up behind her. Blood and brains cascaded out of its skull, splashing gore on her legs and boots.
     
    Which drove the last ounce of sanity out of her mind. "There are brains on my legs!" she screamed, hacking and slashing at the dying vamp, one stroke taking the head off at the neck.
     
    "I can't stand this! I. Can. Not. Stand. This."
     
    She ran from the room, slid in the blood and brains on the floor, nearly fell. Sobbed in terror and sheer, spiking adrenaline.
     
    Ran for the vamps surrounding Denal, still hacking and slicing with the axe. "No, no, no!
    Leave him alone!" she sobbed, screamed, roared. Not making any sense. Not caring.
     
    It was way past time for sense. "There are brains on my legs! I am a social worker! I will cut off your head in triplicate!"
     
    Blind rage overcame her, and she swung from right to left, putting all the fury and uncertainty of the day into her stroke. The axe sliced into the shoulder of the vamp in front of her and sliced all the way down into the center of its chest.
     
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    As it fell to the ground, shrieking, the axe went with it. She couldn't pull it out. It was wedged in the vamp's bones, in its rib cage.
     
    "Riley!" Brennan's voice thundered at her. "Get out of here now! Get out—run to safety.
    Now!"
     
    Denal, still battling fiercely, sword in one hand and dagger in the other, stared at Riley over the shoulder of the vamp attacking him. "Lady Riley! Please! Away to safety! Let me fulfill my role as your protector."
     
    She stood there sobbing, frozen between the two battling groups. Brennan brought down another vamp, and only one stood against him. Denal still fought two.
     
    "Must get another weapon. Must help," she cried out. "Conlan! Where are you?"
     
    But when she tried to reach him, all she felt was that curious blankness that Reisen had surrounded himself and his men with earlier.
     
    She turned around, forced