The Ninja Vampire's Girl Read Online Free Page A
Author: Michele Hauf
forgotten to mention the part that the thrower must be the original owner. We wouldn't be in this situation if I'd known that.
My ear burned but I resisted touching it. I didn't want to know how badly I'd been hurt, but suspected it was just a nick.
I shuffled against a wall, my hand slipping on the bits of crumbled Sheetrock and rubble. I wasn't about to get in the way. I had a ninja vampire to protect me.
A flash of silver caught my attention. The vampire swung the chain at his side, the brilliant blade catching the moonlight like a beacon. It had something to do with the scar on his face, I guessed. A battle prize won for the price of a devastating wound?
"Watch out, love!"
I ducked to the floor, grinning ear to ear, because I foolishly believed he meant it when he called me love . It was an endearment, nothing more. I think the heady rush of danger, adrenaline and blood loss was making me a little loopy. If not fatally attracted to the baddest of the bad.
Another window crashed. Glass shards rained over my back. The chain swooshed overhead. And the clink of metal against metal. He'd snagged the halo!
I wanted to jump up and hug him, slobber him with kisses and congratulate him on being the heroâ
"Don't move," he commanded.
âor not.
His boots cracked over the glass. His fingers moved over my back, carefully removing the shards and brushing through my hair and over my skin. "Okay, you can stand now."
"You got it." I hugged him, and he allowed it. It wasn't a return hug, I knew that much. He was just letting it happen. He really believed the monster bit. Poor guy. "You got what you wanted."
He sighed, and pushed me from his embrace. "Not quite yet."
We eyed the warehouse through the insistent downpour. The angel stood at the broken window. Zane waved the halo mockingly, which earned us a nasty gesture I didn't think angels were allowed to perform.
Noting my surprise, Zane said, "The Fallen are not like the angels you believe in, love. Nothing fluffy or divine about them. This is yours." He handed me the halo. "Now that he's without a weapon, I can go after him."
He swung up the chain and grabbed the blade. "Got this pretty slicer from a Sinistari demon. The tip is coated in some kind of angel poison. It's the only thing that'll kill a Fallen. Gotta shove it up into his glass heart, though, which means I'll have to get real close. Wish me luck."
"Wait." I leaned in and kissed the scar cutting his cheek. "It's from the blade, right? You went up against a Sinistari?" Granny had told us they are a breed of demonsforged specifically to slay the Fallen. "I don't understand. Why do you need this angel dead?"
"Doesn't matter what angel, as long as it's dead." He huffed out a sigh. "Do we need to do this now?"
The rain beat relentlessly. The angel across the street wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes, now."
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Why was this bird making it so difficult to like her? She wanted too much. We'd just met. Hell, we were soon to part. I didn't do attachment. It wasn't easy when one needed to snack on their partner every once in a while. Made for mistrust and fear, and that's never good for a relationship.
"You are Anakim," she said. "They're the vampire tribe after the angels right now. They think if they can capture a Nephilim, they can drink its blood and strengthen their bloodline. Make it so they can walk in the day like most other vampires."
"You know your stuff," I said, stalling, shaking the chain loosely in my grip. The blade banged my leg above the combat boots.
I noticed a fine line of crimson at the corner of her eye and my instincts put me up close to her before I had even decided to move. I tongued the cut. She sighed and bent into my embrace. Giving. Wanting. So vulnerable.
Had my persuasion taken away her free will? I hadn't used that much on her earlier, and I certainly hadnât used any right now.
"I like you, Zane," she said, her fingers finding the vein on my throat and holding over my pulse.
My ear burned but I resisted touching it. I didn't want to know how badly I'd been hurt, but suspected it was just a nick.
I shuffled against a wall, my hand slipping on the bits of crumbled Sheetrock and rubble. I wasn't about to get in the way. I had a ninja vampire to protect me.
A flash of silver caught my attention. The vampire swung the chain at his side, the brilliant blade catching the moonlight like a beacon. It had something to do with the scar on his face, I guessed. A battle prize won for the price of a devastating wound?
"Watch out, love!"
I ducked to the floor, grinning ear to ear, because I foolishly believed he meant it when he called me love . It was an endearment, nothing more. I think the heady rush of danger, adrenaline and blood loss was making me a little loopy. If not fatally attracted to the baddest of the bad.
Another window crashed. Glass shards rained over my back. The chain swooshed overhead. And the clink of metal against metal. He'd snagged the halo!
I wanted to jump up and hug him, slobber him with kisses and congratulate him on being the heroâ
"Don't move," he commanded.
âor not.
His boots cracked over the glass. His fingers moved over my back, carefully removing the shards and brushing through my hair and over my skin. "Okay, you can stand now."
"You got it." I hugged him, and he allowed it. It wasn't a return hug, I knew that much. He was just letting it happen. He really believed the monster bit. Poor guy. "You got what you wanted."
He sighed, and pushed me from his embrace. "Not quite yet."
We eyed the warehouse through the insistent downpour. The angel stood at the broken window. Zane waved the halo mockingly, which earned us a nasty gesture I didn't think angels were allowed to perform.
Noting my surprise, Zane said, "The Fallen are not like the angels you believe in, love. Nothing fluffy or divine about them. This is yours." He handed me the halo. "Now that he's without a weapon, I can go after him."
He swung up the chain and grabbed the blade. "Got this pretty slicer from a Sinistari demon. The tip is coated in some kind of angel poison. It's the only thing that'll kill a Fallen. Gotta shove it up into his glass heart, though, which means I'll have to get real close. Wish me luck."
"Wait." I leaned in and kissed the scar cutting his cheek. "It's from the blade, right? You went up against a Sinistari?" Granny had told us they are a breed of demonsforged specifically to slay the Fallen. "I don't understand. Why do you need this angel dead?"
"Doesn't matter what angel, as long as it's dead." He huffed out a sigh. "Do we need to do this now?"
The rain beat relentlessly. The angel across the street wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes, now."
Â
Why was this bird making it so difficult to like her? She wanted too much. We'd just met. Hell, we were soon to part. I didn't do attachment. It wasn't easy when one needed to snack on their partner every once in a while. Made for mistrust and fear, and that's never good for a relationship.
"You are Anakim," she said. "They're the vampire tribe after the angels right now. They think if they can capture a Nephilim, they can drink its blood and strengthen their bloodline. Make it so they can walk in the day like most other vampires."
"You know your stuff," I said, stalling, shaking the chain loosely in my grip. The blade banged my leg above the combat boots.
I noticed a fine line of crimson at the corner of her eye and my instincts put me up close to her before I had even decided to move. I tongued the cut. She sighed and bent into my embrace. Giving. Wanting. So vulnerable.
Had my persuasion taken away her free will? I hadn't used that much on her earlier, and I certainly hadnât used any right now.
"I like you, Zane," she said, her fingers finding the vein on my throat and holding over my pulse.
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