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voice was dead and chilling. He accentuated his point by cocking the trigger.
     
    Tears of confusion and fright streamed down Eve's cheeks. “ Who are you people!?”
     
    The woman from the back spoke up. “Please move, Ms. Baker. We're the good guys. This man killed your great-grandfather and countless others.” What? She blinked the stinging droplets from her eyes and looked upon Nicholas' stoic face, his eyes bright and burning with rage. “The only reason he hasn't come for you before now is because we protected you with wards to block your scent.”
     
    The leader steadied his gun on Nicholas' head. “And when we took it off...you came sniffing like clockwork.”
    Nicholas looked to Eve, his eyes dark with hatred. “Eve, your ancestor murdered his own daughter and then did god knows what to her sister!” Then, he looked back to the death squad, as his fingernails elongated into silvery talons. He continued, “Death was too generous for what he stole from me...”
     
    “Funny,” said the gray haired professor, “we thought the same.” A muzzle flash erupted from the end of his gun and smashed into the hollow of Nicholas' throat, creating a spray of dark red.
     
    Nicholas still stood defiant and gasping, his wound a smoking hole. His healing was stymied by whatever was in the bullet. He narrowed his eyes at the man, as he said, “But I'm not dying tonight.”
     
    “That's one vote,” cracked the woman in the back, her blonde hair backlit by the scant light.
     
    Nicholas launched forward in a blur, tearing out the leader's throat in a spray of red. In return, the two closest men stabbed him with stakes. One through his thigh, the other through his shoulder. Steam issued from the wounds, as Nicholas caved in their heads.
     
    Eve screamed and crouched into a corner, drawing the old book close as protection. The two remaining hunters drew down the narrow pathway, pulling guns as the red ruins of their comrades toppled to the ground.
     
    Nicholas had taken on the aspect of nightmare and death itself, an incensed whirlwind of shadow that covered the ground as quickly as a light might illuminate the darkness. Their bullets passed straight through him, ripping up the books behind and causing Eve's skin to ripple with goosebumps. A short scream from the last man of the group was cut short when Nicholas' claws blurred over his face.
     
    The woman of the group held up her shaking gun, her cheeks wet with teardrops. Her desperate eyes were fixed on Nicholas' looming form, too consumed with fear to notice the streams of blood that dripped from his fingers.
     
    “Is this how you thought it would end, woman?” said Nicholas, his voice deep yet distant, as if echoing from some hollow place. “That five could take me ?” He clenched his darkened claws together into fists, his breath like a chill wind. “Not enough. Not nearly enough.”
     
    In a blink, his hands wrapped around the woman's throat and raised her off the ground.
     
    “Please!” she gasped.
     
    “Please what?”
     
    “Mercy!” Her eyes watered more and her flesh turned reddish purple.
     
    “Only as much as you gave me.”
     
    With a jerk of his wrist, her neck snapped. Eve saw her body go limp. He really is a force of nature. Jesus. Nicholas shrank down to normal size before her eyes and then leaned against a bookshelf, his red wounds running against the wood.
     
    And then it all hit Eve at once. “That...that was you...last night,” she said under her breath. Nicholas inclined his ear to the side and then turned around.
     
    “Don't act so surprised, Eve.” His breath was labored, and he walked with a staggered step. “Your instincts knew full well who I was the entire time. You should listen to them more.”
     
    “Who were those people!?”
     
    Nicholas gave a quick glance to the strewn corpses and simply said, “Dead.”
     
    Eve continued looking at their bodies, all their faces caught in expressions of eternal agony and