Reborn to Bite (Vampire Shadows Book 1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Mark Gronwald
"Get over here, bitch."
Sabine raised her hands. "If you shoot me, don't you think someone will hear the noise?"
The goon shook his head and released the other man to point at the little canister on the tip of the pistol. "Silencer, stupid. Now get your ass over here."
Sabine strolled toward them, a smile playing on her face. She made sure to keep her lips closed so the goon wouldn't see her fangs.
"You're mighty casual about having a gun pointed at you."
Sabine shrugged. Telling him that this was the forty-third time someone had pulled a gun on her this year might sound too much like bragging. Should she tell him that she was running out of space in her closet for old shoe boxes filled with guns? He probably wouldn't care.
The man with the gag turned to face Sabine. The predawn sky reflected in his eyes as they tried to adjust to the dark and see her. His expression was one of concern, and then shock as their gazes met.
Sabine's heart thumped in her chest. "Oh my God! Dougie?" She clasped a hand over her mouth, and stared in shock. He was no longer the bleach-blond dorky kid she had last seen at High School Grad Night. His hair was darker, almost brown, and he was leaner and stronger. He had transformed into a man.
Her heart thumped again.
Doug's deep blue eyes danced between her and the rooftop door, pleading. Did he want her to run? She couldn't hear his thoughts. That was so unusual that it shocked her for a moment. The goon's thoughts were clear as day. This human named Doug would die, so the pack's existence would remain secret. The werewolf pack. She stepped closer, and Doug shook his head no.
The goon smelled of musk and woodlands, and his smile showed very sharp looking teeth. They looked like an animal's. The guy grabbed Sabine's left wrist, feeling smug.
She couldn't use mind control with Doug watching, so she'd have to do this the hard way. She moved with the speed of thought. Grab arm, twist. Glide under. Pull up. His feet leave the ground. She heard the hammer click and the puff of the silencer, and felt a bullet pass too close to her as the goon rotated through the air. Twist him forward to land face-down, almost two full rotations in the air. She pounced on his back as he hit the rooftop. She wedged a knee against him and twisted his arm up until the joint popped. There. A normal human could have done that, right?
The goon tried to free the gun trapped under his body. Sabine punched him in the nerve at his elbow, numbing his arm.
Doug took off his gag and popped the zip-tie holding his wrists with a quick movement against his hips. He lowered himself so he could get a better look at Sabine, eyes wide. "Sabine? What do you think you're doing?"
The goon nodded, rubbing his face against the rocky tar paper covering the roof. "Listen to the Doc, Sabine ."
She speared Doug with a glare, then looked away when she realized her fangs would show when she spoke. Her hair formed a dark wavy curtain around her face. "You don't like the idea of being rescued by a girl?"
The goon tried to toss Sabine off, but she punched him in the temple. His head was a few inches off the surface of the roof, so the force of her punch made his skull bounce off the surface. He groaned into unconsciousness. A drop of blood oozed from his head, and Sabine took a deep breath as she savored the call of the plasma dinner bell. With a growl, she fought back the blood lust.
Doug wrung his hands as he stood, not seeing the fangs or Sabine's fully dilated eyes. "It's not that, damn it! Tony here works for some very bad guys. If they find out you did this, you'll be in worse shit than I am!"
Sabine rolled Tony over and grabbed his gun. With the silencer, it was the size of her forearm. She wondered if Tony was compensating for something.
The smell of Tony's blood intoxicated her. So wild. So different. Like untamed wilderness.
Feed!
She wavered, dizzy from fighting the thirst. She looked away from Doug while trying to retract her
Sabine raised her hands. "If you shoot me, don't you think someone will hear the noise?"
The goon shook his head and released the other man to point at the little canister on the tip of the pistol. "Silencer, stupid. Now get your ass over here."
Sabine strolled toward them, a smile playing on her face. She made sure to keep her lips closed so the goon wouldn't see her fangs.
"You're mighty casual about having a gun pointed at you."
Sabine shrugged. Telling him that this was the forty-third time someone had pulled a gun on her this year might sound too much like bragging. Should she tell him that she was running out of space in her closet for old shoe boxes filled with guns? He probably wouldn't care.
The man with the gag turned to face Sabine. The predawn sky reflected in his eyes as they tried to adjust to the dark and see her. His expression was one of concern, and then shock as their gazes met.
Sabine's heart thumped in her chest. "Oh my God! Dougie?" She clasped a hand over her mouth, and stared in shock. He was no longer the bleach-blond dorky kid she had last seen at High School Grad Night. His hair was darker, almost brown, and he was leaner and stronger. He had transformed into a man.
Her heart thumped again.
Doug's deep blue eyes danced between her and the rooftop door, pleading. Did he want her to run? She couldn't hear his thoughts. That was so unusual that it shocked her for a moment. The goon's thoughts were clear as day. This human named Doug would die, so the pack's existence would remain secret. The werewolf pack. She stepped closer, and Doug shook his head no.
The goon smelled of musk and woodlands, and his smile showed very sharp looking teeth. They looked like an animal's. The guy grabbed Sabine's left wrist, feeling smug.
She couldn't use mind control with Doug watching, so she'd have to do this the hard way. She moved with the speed of thought. Grab arm, twist. Glide under. Pull up. His feet leave the ground. She heard the hammer click and the puff of the silencer, and felt a bullet pass too close to her as the goon rotated through the air. Twist him forward to land face-down, almost two full rotations in the air. She pounced on his back as he hit the rooftop. She wedged a knee against him and twisted his arm up until the joint popped. There. A normal human could have done that, right?
The goon tried to free the gun trapped under his body. Sabine punched him in the nerve at his elbow, numbing his arm.
Doug took off his gag and popped the zip-tie holding his wrists with a quick movement against his hips. He lowered himself so he could get a better look at Sabine, eyes wide. "Sabine? What do you think you're doing?"
The goon nodded, rubbing his face against the rocky tar paper covering the roof. "Listen to the Doc, Sabine ."
She speared Doug with a glare, then looked away when she realized her fangs would show when she spoke. Her hair formed a dark wavy curtain around her face. "You don't like the idea of being rescued by a girl?"
The goon tried to toss Sabine off, but she punched him in the temple. His head was a few inches off the surface of the roof, so the force of her punch made his skull bounce off the surface. He groaned into unconsciousness. A drop of blood oozed from his head, and Sabine took a deep breath as she savored the call of the plasma dinner bell. With a growl, she fought back the blood lust.
Doug wrung his hands as he stood, not seeing the fangs or Sabine's fully dilated eyes. "It's not that, damn it! Tony here works for some very bad guys. If they find out you did this, you'll be in worse shit than I am!"
Sabine rolled Tony over and grabbed his gun. With the silencer, it was the size of her forearm. She wondered if Tony was compensating for something.
The smell of Tony's blood intoxicated her. So wild. So different. Like untamed wilderness.
Feed!
She wavered, dizzy from fighting the thirst. She looked away from Doug while trying to retract her
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