—” She stopped him.
“ No. Death. Nothing more. I want my life to end. Today. If I save you, you’ll end this life as I know it.” When he agreed with a short nod, she moved slightly closer to her target.
Long minutes passed as Sara tried to reason with the closest rogue. She was making no progress with him; he had an assignment and he wasn’t deviating from it. Plus, she thought, he is stupid. He has to know the others are dead, yet here he stands like he has a chance to get out alive.
Sara knew that he was ready to strike against them seconds before he moved. She lunged forward, twisting around. She pulled the blade from between her shoulder blades and sliced the vamp with the gun in half at his midsection just as the gun went off. As the momentum of her twist brought her full circle, she dropped to a crouch, and jabbed forward between the hostage’s legs, severing the right leg of the vamp, and the last man dropped to the floor. This allowed the vampire who had already proclaimed himself as master to take out his captor by severing his head from his bleeding body with a quick morphing of his hand into a claw.
Sara, still on her knees, watched while he then proceeded to the vamp that she’d cut in half and dispatched him into nothingness as well.
As he moved toward her, she managed to stand again and bring her blade to the forefront, taking a stance that showed she still had a lot of fight left in her, even though, in reality, she was nearly done.
Blood was pouring out of the bullet wound at her side at an alarming rate. Adrenaline surging through her body, she hadn’t even realized that she had been hit until that second. She knew that it had not hit any major organs, but that didn’t mean it would not bleed for a while. Her body had an unnatural ability to heal itself very quickly up to the point where she was no longer in mortal danger. Major wounds would heal in a matter of hours rather than months, then she would heal like a normal human, weeks to heal deep bruises, and less if it was just cuts. As he moved within a foot of her, she brought the blade to his throat, stopping his progress. He showed her the jeweled dagger that he had taken from the dead vamp in his open palm to show he meant her no harm.
“Do you truly wish to die, little warrior?” Aaron asked her.
“Yes, yes I do. We had a deal, you and me. Mine for yours. Are you a man of your word, Mr. MacManus?”
Sara watched him bristle at that. He is probably not used to having people refute him, she thought with a grin.
The large vamp was very handsome, she realized. His hair was long and straight, hanging in a curtain of black halfway down his back. His face was beautiful, full lips, high cheekbones. His nose had a small bump in the middle, like it had been broken once. That should have detracted from his good looks, but it only seemed to enhance them. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, the color so deep that they looked almost black. He towered over her five-eleven frame by as much as eight inches and he weighed at least two-fifty. He looked fit; his dress shirt hung well across his broad shoulders and his pants hinted at muscled thighs and long legs.
Aaron stared at her too. He seemed to know she was assessing him. She flushed slightly when he grinned.
“Yes, I’m a man of my word. You still wish for me to kill you after you’ve just saved my life? You have no second thoughts?”
“It wasn’t my intention to save you at all. I told you that. All I ask is that you make it quick and clean.” She staggered slightly, dizzy for just a second.
“If we stand here long enough and debate the finer points of life and why you should live, you’ll die anyway, I think.”
Sara felt him try to touch her mentally and she tightened her shield. When he could not reach her, he continued.
“Why is it that I can see that you’re bleeding, yet I smell no blood on you? I can’t even pick up your human scent. Are you even human? I find