expression is as troubled. Vampires aren’t known to retreat.
They don’t retreat. They surge forward en masse, overwhelming our defenses. I’m targeted by three of the elders, vamps so fast and powerful they dodge my bullets easily. In the melee, I get separated from Sadie. I fight through vamps to get to her side, but Poe gets there first.
07 Sadie’s Blog
I see Poe flying toward me, and I panic, because although it’s a dog’s life, it is the only life I have, and I’d prefer to keep it. I shoot, but I suck big time with a gun, Wright’s constant growling not helping my aim, and I miss, causing Poe, that cold-blooded killer, to grin.
“Dead judges don’t need guns.” He wrenches the weapon from my grasp, tossing it across the courtroom, hitting my poor bailiff in the noggin.
That leaves me with only the gavel to defend myself, and I swing it with both hands, hitting Poe again and again and again, while twisting to avoid his cold hands. “I said order in the court!” I yell, venting all my anger and frustration and fear. This is my court, damn it, and he dares to disturb it.
“You fucking bitch.” He catches the head of the gavel, and yanks. I don’t let go, hanging onto it with the tenacity of my inner beagle, and the wood cracks, the sound as loud and sharp as the gunfire around us.
“You die now.” Poe drags me against his body, and I feel his cock pressing into my thigh. The sick bastard is turned on by the prospect of killing me. He bends down, the tangy scent of blood and death making my head spin.
I can’t die. I have too much to live for. I have Wright to live for. My fingers tighten around the broken gavel handle. “No, you die.” I ram the improvised stake with all my shifter strength into his chest.
Poe laughs, the annoying gurgle making my fingers itch to slap his pale face. “You missed, Judge.”
Oh hell. I did miss his heart, the gavel handle sticking out of his undead body. Poe’s extended claws dig into my arms, but I don’t feel any pain. I don’t feel anything at all. My world is soft and hazy, and I’m resigned to my death, ceasing to struggle as his head lowers, his teeth pricking my neck.
Poe jerks against me once, twice, three times, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What the f --?” His body bursts into flames, his hands burning my skin.
I fight to free myself, while the burning spreads. I smell the charring of my own flesh. I kick and scream and head butt his chest, and finally, I break out of his grasp.
“She missed, but I didn’t, asshole.” Wright stands several vamps away, his face grim, a gun in both hands. “Your leader is dead,” he yells. “Fall back and live, or fight and die.”
There’s silence as the vampires thought-share, talking among themselves. It isn’t much of a debate, the discussion over in less than two minutes, the vampires exiting the courtroom in a rush of flapping leather, leaving my policemen protectors looking stunned. Triumphant grins spread on their tough faces, but I can’t summon up a smile.
“Wright.” I whisper his name. He looks as hellish as I feel, covered in blood, but he’s alive, so alive. I want to go to him, tend to his wounds. I can’t. The wounds on my body have zapped all my strength, and my knees give way.
“Fuck, Sadie.” Wright catches me before I hit the floor.
“Mate,” both my human self and my beagle whimper, my world draining of all color.
“Someone get a doctor or a vet or someone to help her,” my officer hollers, his blue eyes dark with concern.
“Tell her to shift, asshole,” a voice I can’t place at the moment advises. All I know is the man with his arms around me, my mate.
“Sadie, shift, love. Come on, shift.” Wright pushed back my hair, unsticking the tendrils from my burned skin. His action must have hurt, but I can’t feel it as my entire body aches. “You can do it.”
I can do it, but if I shift, everyone will see my animal. They won’t
They don’t retreat. They surge forward en masse, overwhelming our defenses. I’m targeted by three of the elders, vamps so fast and powerful they dodge my bullets easily. In the melee, I get separated from Sadie. I fight through vamps to get to her side, but Poe gets there first.
07 Sadie’s Blog
I see Poe flying toward me, and I panic, because although it’s a dog’s life, it is the only life I have, and I’d prefer to keep it. I shoot, but I suck big time with a gun, Wright’s constant growling not helping my aim, and I miss, causing Poe, that cold-blooded killer, to grin.
“Dead judges don’t need guns.” He wrenches the weapon from my grasp, tossing it across the courtroom, hitting my poor bailiff in the noggin.
That leaves me with only the gavel to defend myself, and I swing it with both hands, hitting Poe again and again and again, while twisting to avoid his cold hands. “I said order in the court!” I yell, venting all my anger and frustration and fear. This is my court, damn it, and he dares to disturb it.
“You fucking bitch.” He catches the head of the gavel, and yanks. I don’t let go, hanging onto it with the tenacity of my inner beagle, and the wood cracks, the sound as loud and sharp as the gunfire around us.
“You die now.” Poe drags me against his body, and I feel his cock pressing into my thigh. The sick bastard is turned on by the prospect of killing me. He bends down, the tangy scent of blood and death making my head spin.
I can’t die. I have too much to live for. I have Wright to live for. My fingers tighten around the broken gavel handle. “No, you die.” I ram the improvised stake with all my shifter strength into his chest.
Poe laughs, the annoying gurgle making my fingers itch to slap his pale face. “You missed, Judge.”
Oh hell. I did miss his heart, the gavel handle sticking out of his undead body. Poe’s extended claws dig into my arms, but I don’t feel any pain. I don’t feel anything at all. My world is soft and hazy, and I’m resigned to my death, ceasing to struggle as his head lowers, his teeth pricking my neck.
Poe jerks against me once, twice, three times, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What the f --?” His body bursts into flames, his hands burning my skin.
I fight to free myself, while the burning spreads. I smell the charring of my own flesh. I kick and scream and head butt his chest, and finally, I break out of his grasp.
“She missed, but I didn’t, asshole.” Wright stands several vamps away, his face grim, a gun in both hands. “Your leader is dead,” he yells. “Fall back and live, or fight and die.”
There’s silence as the vampires thought-share, talking among themselves. It isn’t much of a debate, the discussion over in less than two minutes, the vampires exiting the courtroom in a rush of flapping leather, leaving my policemen protectors looking stunned. Triumphant grins spread on their tough faces, but I can’t summon up a smile.
“Wright.” I whisper his name. He looks as hellish as I feel, covered in blood, but he’s alive, so alive. I want to go to him, tend to his wounds. I can’t. The wounds on my body have zapped all my strength, and my knees give way.
“Fuck, Sadie.” Wright catches me before I hit the floor.
“Mate,” both my human self and my beagle whimper, my world draining of all color.
“Someone get a doctor or a vet or someone to help her,” my officer hollers, his blue eyes dark with concern.
“Tell her to shift, asshole,” a voice I can’t place at the moment advises. All I know is the man with his arms around me, my mate.
“Sadie, shift, love. Come on, shift.” Wright pushed back my hair, unsticking the tendrils from my burned skin. His action must have hurt, but I can’t feel it as my entire body aches. “You can do it.”
I can do it, but if I shift, everyone will see my animal. They won’t
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