With a sigh, I straightened my
jacket. Pain pulsed through my shoulder, but I was angry enough
to
negate it. “Religious symbols don't repel me,” I explained, bored with Vampire ignorance. Wrapping my fingers around the cross, I ripped it from her hand and broke it. “They just really piss me off." She held her ground, but I could see the fear in her eyes. She had played her hand and lost, but that didn't mean she didn't have an ace up her sleeve. I took a step back from her. “A Seeker would know that.” Wait, she was one of Brimstone's top Seekers.She didknow that. Why did she pull a cross on me when she knew it wouldn't work? Why didn't she use her magic? Something wasn't right.
My eyes wandered down to her throat where a white scarf was knotted tightly. With a movement too fast for her to react against, I slammed the Witch against the opposite side of the elevator and pinned her arms. She struggled against me but it was pointless. Grabbing the scarf, I pulled it away. My eyes changed to black as I stared at the flesh. Nothing. Her throat was in perfect condition. No dark bruises or cuts from our fight, despite the fact it had been there earlier in the night. I looked up at the woman before me. Elena screamed, “Get off of me!” She drew another breath into her lungs. “Help me! Anyone! Help!" This wasn't Elena Ramirez.
My mind flashed back to Patrick Peterson's dead body at the Werewolf den. Someone was body-snatching Syndicate Operatives.Why? What purpose did this replacement serve? Maybe Elena had gotten too close to the truth and she was eliminated?
"Who are you?” I growled and flashed my fangs. “What did you do with the real Elena Ramirez?" The elevator chimed and the doors slid open. "Help!” Elena shrieked in terror again. "Tell me!” I roared, clasping my hands around her throat. I felt a pop in my hand that Yaz had just set. I had broken the bone again but so much adrenaline coursed through my body I didn't feel any pain. “Tell me now!"
I felt a pair of arms snap around my midsection and another around my neck. The powerful arms ripped me away from Elena and out of the elevator. I felt my head snap forward and stars appear before my eyes as my skull hit the tile floor hard. Finally looking down, I saw the arms were muscular and covered with thick fur.
Werewolves. Crap.
One I had a chance against, but with two, I was in trouble. As easily as I had pinned Elena, they held me to the floor. I felt a massive, clawed paw wrap over my face and hold my mouth shut. Pushing with all of my strength, I couldn't loosen their grip. I felt the beasts roll me over and pull my arms behind my back. I felt the cold, hard slap of spelled handcuffs snap around my wrists. Pulling me up to my knees, I felt the wolf's hot breath on my face. Turning slightly, I stared into the massive muzzle and powerful yellow eyes. "Take her to the detention area."
negate it. “Religious symbols don't repel me,” I explained, bored with Vampire ignorance. Wrapping my fingers around the cross, I ripped it from her hand and broke it. “They just really piss me off." She held her ground, but I could see the fear in her eyes. She had played her hand and lost, but that didn't mean she didn't have an ace up her sleeve. I took a step back from her. “A Seeker would know that.” Wait, she was one of Brimstone's top Seekers.She didknow that. Why did she pull a cross on me when she knew it wouldn't work? Why didn't she use her magic? Something wasn't right.
My eyes wandered down to her throat where a white scarf was knotted tightly. With a movement too fast for her to react against, I slammed the Witch against the opposite side of the elevator and pinned her arms. She struggled against me but it was pointless. Grabbing the scarf, I pulled it away. My eyes changed to black as I stared at the flesh. Nothing. Her throat was in perfect condition. No dark bruises or cuts from our fight, despite the fact it had been there earlier in the night. I looked up at the woman before me. Elena screamed, “Get off of me!” She drew another breath into her lungs. “Help me! Anyone! Help!" This wasn't Elena Ramirez.
My mind flashed back to Patrick Peterson's dead body at the Werewolf den. Someone was body-snatching Syndicate Operatives.Why? What purpose did this replacement serve? Maybe Elena had gotten too close to the truth and she was eliminated?
"Who are you?” I growled and flashed my fangs. “What did you do with the real Elena Ramirez?" The elevator chimed and the doors slid open. "Help!” Elena shrieked in terror again. "Tell me!” I roared, clasping my hands around her throat. I felt a pop in my hand that Yaz had just set. I had broken the bone again but so much adrenaline coursed through my body I didn't feel any pain. “Tell me now!"
I felt a pair of arms snap around my midsection and another around my neck. The powerful arms ripped me away from Elena and out of the elevator. I felt my head snap forward and stars appear before my eyes as my skull hit the tile floor hard. Finally looking down, I saw the arms were muscular and covered with thick fur.
Werewolves. Crap.
One I had a chance against, but with two, I was in trouble. As easily as I had pinned Elena, they held me to the floor. I felt a massive, clawed paw wrap over my face and hold my mouth shut. Pushing with all of my strength, I couldn't loosen their grip. I felt the beasts roll me over and pull my arms behind my back. I felt the cold, hard slap of spelled handcuffs snap around my wrists. Pulling me up to my knees, I felt the wolf's hot breath on my face. Turning slightly, I stared into the massive muzzle and powerful yellow eyes. "Take her to the detention area."