The Blood Order (Fanghunters Book Two) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Leo Romero
hell was this creature talking about?
Dom remained silent. He didn't know what to say.
Sammy's face then turned dark. "Okay, Dom, I'm tired of this shit. You either tell me where Eddie is or hand over the sample. Now!"
Sample?
"I don't have the sample. And I don't know where Eddie is."
Sammy put his hands out to the sides. "Well, isn't that a shame? Looks like you've outlived your purpose, Dominic."
Sammy then flicked on his eyes. They whirled and swirled like tornadoes, freezing Dom in place before he had time to react, to run, to put up a fight. Anything. His grip on his Bud loosened; it dropped to the floor, spilling beer across the carpet.
Sammy lunged, his fangs bared.
Dom's cement feet tried to turn, but it was useless. He was rooted; a statue. He watched on with terrified eyes, helpless, the booming drums and basses from the dance floor now exploding in his mind. In a flash, Sammy was on him. Dom's body juddered as claws grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him in. He tried to fight, tried to resist , but it was futile.
He watched Sammy's open jaws thrust in toward his throat with bulging eyes.
A sudden crash split the flow of beats.
The door to the booth flew open; it smashed into Seth's back. He hit the floor like a felled tree. Heads snapped toward the open doorway. The noise severed Sammy's attention to Dom's neck; he stopped just short of it and instead flicked his head toward the door.
Everyone watched on in silence as a small canister rolled through the open doorway and across the carpet. It stopped for a second, everyone in the room watching it in confusion, wondering what it was. Without warning, it began spewing thick white smoke in all directions. Within moments, the small room was swarmed. The room erupted into coughing fits, screams, and panic.
Dom zoned back in from his icing. Before he could react, harsh fumes shot into the back of his throat. Hot coughs burst from his chest, his eyes watering, his tongue lolled from his mouth. Somewhere in the smoky chaos there was a brief scuffle; the smack of boots and fists on flesh broke the sound of screams and chokes. Bodies hit the carpet with loud thuds.
Dom turned in the white, misty madness, his arms outstretched like a scarecrow, his head a spinning top. He turned left and right, his senses totally lost.
There were some more whacks around him, followed by groans. Bodies continued to drop in rapid succession, the sound of them hitting the deck, accompanied with screams.
I better get outta here, before I get a smack too!
He burst into life. He went to spin away when a strong force shoved him from the back. His eyes popped. He groaned in pain as it shot through him. Before he had a chance to fight back, he was pushed through the smoke. The outline of the entrance jumped into view. He flew through it, back out into the corridor beyond where the air was smoke - free. He snapped his head up and sucked in the clean air as if his life depended on it.
Now the air was clear, he took the opportunity to see who it was pushing him along. He spun his groggy head around to lay his eyes on a head covered with a gas mask. He flinched in surprise.
"Move!" burst a muffled voice from behind the mask.
Dom went to speak, but the masked intruder shoved him along the corridor. Dom went with the flow, staggering along the corridor, just glad to be away from the vamps and the VIP booth. He'd leave the questions till when they were safe.
From the end of the corridor, two bouncers came running their way. Dom spotted them at the last moment. He went to throw a punch when he was pushed to the side. He hit the carpet. He rolled over to watch one of the bouncers walk straight into Mask's heeled boot. The bouncer's head snapped back with a nasty crack. Dom winced. The other bouncer lunged. Mask spun away from the attack in an elegant pirouette. The bouncer's momentum forced him into the tinted glass wall. Mask kicked him hard in the butt. His head smashed into the glass with
Dom remained silent. He didn't know what to say.
Sammy's face then turned dark. "Okay, Dom, I'm tired of this shit. You either tell me where Eddie is or hand over the sample. Now!"
Sample?
"I don't have the sample. And I don't know where Eddie is."
Sammy put his hands out to the sides. "Well, isn't that a shame? Looks like you've outlived your purpose, Dominic."
Sammy then flicked on his eyes. They whirled and swirled like tornadoes, freezing Dom in place before he had time to react, to run, to put up a fight. Anything. His grip on his Bud loosened; it dropped to the floor, spilling beer across the carpet.
Sammy lunged, his fangs bared.
Dom's cement feet tried to turn, but it was useless. He was rooted; a statue. He watched on with terrified eyes, helpless, the booming drums and basses from the dance floor now exploding in his mind. In a flash, Sammy was on him. Dom's body juddered as claws grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him in. He tried to fight, tried to resist , but it was futile.
He watched Sammy's open jaws thrust in toward his throat with bulging eyes.
A sudden crash split the flow of beats.
The door to the booth flew open; it smashed into Seth's back. He hit the floor like a felled tree. Heads snapped toward the open doorway. The noise severed Sammy's attention to Dom's neck; he stopped just short of it and instead flicked his head toward the door.
Everyone watched on in silence as a small canister rolled through the open doorway and across the carpet. It stopped for a second, everyone in the room watching it in confusion, wondering what it was. Without warning, it began spewing thick white smoke in all directions. Within moments, the small room was swarmed. The room erupted into coughing fits, screams, and panic.
Dom zoned back in from his icing. Before he could react, harsh fumes shot into the back of his throat. Hot coughs burst from his chest, his eyes watering, his tongue lolled from his mouth. Somewhere in the smoky chaos there was a brief scuffle; the smack of boots and fists on flesh broke the sound of screams and chokes. Bodies hit the carpet with loud thuds.
Dom turned in the white, misty madness, his arms outstretched like a scarecrow, his head a spinning top. He turned left and right, his senses totally lost.
There were some more whacks around him, followed by groans. Bodies continued to drop in rapid succession, the sound of them hitting the deck, accompanied with screams.
I better get outta here, before I get a smack too!
He burst into life. He went to spin away when a strong force shoved him from the back. His eyes popped. He groaned in pain as it shot through him. Before he had a chance to fight back, he was pushed through the smoke. The outline of the entrance jumped into view. He flew through it, back out into the corridor beyond where the air was smoke - free. He snapped his head up and sucked in the clean air as if his life depended on it.
Now the air was clear, he took the opportunity to see who it was pushing him along. He spun his groggy head around to lay his eyes on a head covered with a gas mask. He flinched in surprise.
"Move!" burst a muffled voice from behind the mask.
Dom went to speak, but the masked intruder shoved him along the corridor. Dom went with the flow, staggering along the corridor, just glad to be away from the vamps and the VIP booth. He'd leave the questions till when they were safe.
From the end of the corridor, two bouncers came running their way. Dom spotted them at the last moment. He went to throw a punch when he was pushed to the side. He hit the carpet. He rolled over to watch one of the bouncers walk straight into Mask's heeled boot. The bouncer's head snapped back with a nasty crack. Dom winced. The other bouncer lunged. Mask spun away from the attack in an elegant pirouette. The bouncer's momentum forced him into the tinted glass wall. Mask kicked him hard in the butt. His head smashed into the glass with
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