"Yeah, you can. You just schedule her for the day after."
"The investigation is moving forward - "
"Please." Butch couldn't believe he was begging. "Come on, José". I've got a better shot than anyone at getting through to her."
"Why's that?"
"Because she watched him almost kill me."
José looked down at the grotty bar top. "You've got one day. And nobody'd better find out, because the captain will have my head. Then no matter what, I gotta interrogate her at the station."
Butch nodded while Abby came dancing back over with a Scotch bottle in one hand and a liter of vodka in the other.
"You're looking dry, boys," she said with a giggle. The message in her lusty smile and her vacant eyes was getting louder, more desperate, as the night crawled to an end.
Butch thought of his empty wallet. His empty holster. His empty apartment.
"I gotta get out of her," he muttered, sliding off the stool. "I mean, here."
Wrath's arm absorbed the shotgun's load, and the impact twisted his torso like rope. He went with the force of the hit, spinning to the ground, but he didn't stay down. Moving fast and low, he got the hell out of the way, not giving the shooter a chance to nail him again.
The fifth lesser had come out of nowhere. And it was packing a heavy load in that sawed-off.
Behind a pine tree, Wrath quickly took stock of the injury. Nothing too deep. Some skin and muscle stripped off his biceps. Bone was intact. He could still fight.
He took out a throwingstar and stepped into the open.
And that was when a tremendous flash of light illuminated the clearing.
He leaped back into the shadows. "Aw, Christ!"
Now they were all in for it. The beast was coming out of Rhage. And the shit was going to hit the fan.
Rhage's eyes glowed white as headlights as his body mutated in a ghastly display of tearing and ruptures. Something horrible took his place, its scales glistening in the moonlight, its claws slicing through the air. The lessers didn't know what hit them as the creature attacked with a full set of fangs, going after them until their blood ran down its huge chest in a river.
Wrath stayed back. He'd seen this before, and the beast didn't need help. Hell, if you got too close, you were liable to get a body trim.
When it was all over, the creature let out a howl so loud, the trees bowed away, their branches blown asunder.
The slaughter was absolute. There was no hope of getting any identification off the lessers because there were no bodies. Even their clothes had been consumed.
Wrath stepped into the clearing.
The creature swung around, panting.
Wrath kept his voice low and his hands at his sides. Rhage was in there somewhere, but until he came out again, you couldn't assume the beast would remember who the brothers were.
"We're cool," Wrath said. "You and me, we've done this before."
The beast's chest pumped up and down, nostrils quivering as it sniffed the air. Glowing eyes fixated on the blood running down Wrath's arm. A snort came out. The claws lifted.
"Forget it. You did your thing. You're fed. Now, let's have Rhage back."
The great head shook back and forth, but its scales started to vibrate. A high-pitched protest breached the creature's throat, and then there was another flash.
Rhage fell naked to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.
Wrath ran over and dropped to his knees, reaching out. The warrior's skin was slick with sweat, and he was shaking like a newborn in the cold.
Rhage shifted at the touch. Tried to lift his head. Failed.
Wrath took the brother's hand and squeezed it. The burn on reentry was always a bitch.
"Relax, Hollywood, you're good. You're doing good." He took off his jacket and gently covered his brother.
"You're just going to hang here and let me take care of you, dig?"
Rhage mumbled something and curled into a ball.
Wrath flipped open his cell phone and dialed. "Vishous? We need a car. Now. You're kidding me. No, I gotta move our boy. We just had a visit from his other side. But you tell Zsadist not to f**k around."
He hung up and looked at Rhage.
"Hate this," the brother said.
"I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home."
"Didn't like seeing you shot."
Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly."
Beth stirred, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
Something wasn't right.
She opened her eyes just as a deep male voice broke the silence. "What the f**k do we have here?"
She bolted upright. Looked frantically to the sound.
The man towering over her had black, lifeless eyes. A harsh face with a jagged scar running down it. Hair that was practically shaved it was so short. And long, white fangs that were bared.
She screamed.
He smiled. "My favorite sound in all the world."
She clamped a hand over her mouth.
God, that scar. It ran down his forehead, over his nose, across his cheek, and back around to his mouth. The tail end of the 5 distorted his upper lip, pulling one side into a permanent sneer.
"Admiring my artwork?" he drawled. "You should see the rest of me."
Her eyes darted to his broad chest. He was wearing a skintight, long-sleeved black shirt. On both his pecs, small rings were evident beneath the material, as if he had his ni**les pierced. As she looked back up at his face, she saw he had a black band tattooed around his neck and a plug in his left earlobe.
"Pretty, aren't I?" His cold stare was the stuff of night-mares, of dark places where no hope could be found, of hell itself.
Forget the scar, she thought. Those eyes were the scariest thing about him.
And they were fixated on her as if he were sizing her up for a shroud. Or for some sex.
She moved her body away from him. Started looking around for something she could use as a weapon.
"What, you don't like me?"
Beth eyed the door, and he laughed.
"Think you can run fast enough?" he said, pulling the bottom of his shirt free from the leather pants he had on. His hands moved to his fly. "I'm damn sure you can't."
"Get away from her, Zsadist."
Wrath's voice was a sweet relief. Until she saw that he had no shirt on and his arm was in a sling.
He barely looked at her. "Time to go, Z."
Zsadist smiled coldly. "Not willing to share the female?"
"You only like it if you pay for it."
"So I'll flip her a twenty. Assuming she lives through the sex."
Wrath kept coming at the other vampire, until they stood nose-to-nose. The air crackled around them, supercharged by their aggression.
"You're not touching her, Z. You're not looking at her. You're going to say good-night and walk the f**k out of here." Wrath removed the sling, exposing a bandage on his biceps. There was a red blush in the center as if he were bleeding, but he looked ready to take on the other man.
"Bet you're pissed you needed a ride home tonight," Zsadist said. "And that I was the closest one with a car."
"Don't make me regret it more."
Zsadist took a step to the left, and Wrath went with him, using his body to shield her.
Zsadist chuckled, a deep, evil rumble. "You're actually willing to fight for a human?"
"She's Darius's daughter."
Zsadist's head snapped to the side, those black pits of his probing her features. After a moment, there was a subtle softening in his brutal face, a drop in the sneer. And then he made a point to tuck in his shirt while looking her in the eye. As if he were apologizing.
Wrath did not step off, however.
"What's your name?" Zsadist asked her.
"Her name's Beth." Wrath put his head into the path of Zsadist's vision. "And you're leaving."
There was a long pause.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
Zsadist strode over to the door, moving with the same lethal prowl Wrath did. Before he left, he stopped and looked back.
He must have been truly handsome once, Beth thought. Although it wasn't the scar that made him unattractive. It was the hellfire inside of him.
"Nice to meet you. Beth."
She let her breath out as the door closed and the locks flipped into place.
"Are you okay?" Wrath asked. She could feel his eyes running over her body, and then he gently put his hands on her. "He didn't... he didn't touch you, did he? I heard you scream."