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Samantha was pushed on a wall behind the club and she winced at the harsh pain in her back. As the black eyed boys starred at her, she cursed her own idiocy. She did not know what she had been thinking when she had let the tall, handsome man lead her out the rear entrance. She never left the club with men she had only just met. What had possessed her, she could not fathom. Tony was every woman’s fantasy, six foot one, long straight black hair and piercingly icy eyes. His smirk could melt the coldest heart and she hated him immensely. The one who held her against the all by her shoulders, Tony sniffed her, hair brushing over the cradle of her neck. She tried to stave him off, but Tony only pinned her hands over her head with a dark smile. Bright blue eyes turned to her, curious, as he leveled his face with hers. “What are you?” He asked and she glared at him.
“Seriously pissed off.” She spat and he laughed. “Let me go, you little fuck, or I’ll be forced to hurt you.” She threatened and the man smirked as if she had told a joke. She braced herself and raised her knee to the man’s crotch. The man’s grip tightened, then loosened and Samantha ripped her hands from his grasp. She pushed him away, with both hands on his chest. The man slid back several feet and Samantha turned to make a run for it.
A second man stood in her path and she dipped low and kicked him in the ankle. He almost fell, but caught himself. He stood as quickly as she and smirked. “None of that, little girl.” He said in a terribly condescending tone. She turned and kicked the man in his chest. As he fell he cried out and Samantha was caught from behind by the first man. She automatically stomped on his foot with her heel. The four inch stiletto heel cause the man to howl in pain, the toss her against a wall. She growled in pain, refusing to cry out as she dropped to her knees.
Samantha stood in time to see the men’s pupils extend and cover their eyes in the blackness. With strength she had never imagined possible, Tony slammed her back against the wall by her shoulders and she finally howled in pain. As soon as she stopped seeing stars, she realized she could no longer feel her left arm. “No more of that now, little girl. Human or not, I could have had hours of fun with you, my gem. I wish you could have been mine.” He said and she only shrank away. His fingers intertwined with hers and he squeezed to the point of pain. She paused and that was enough for Tony. Tony’s face contorted as fangs grew from his canines until they overlapped his bottom lip. Sharp canines brushed her neck and she gasped.
For a long moment, there was nothing Samantha could do. Her scream was caught in the back of her throat, stifled by unrivaled fear. Then Tony reared back, opening his mouth. Then, the terror filled her mind and all she could think of was surviving. She began to writhe ineffectively. She felt something building up inside her. No, not again, there had to be another way. An ear shattering, bloodcurdling scream was ripped from her lips, her last ditch effort.
The man leaning on the wall of a near by business raised a brow. He had watched in the shadows and was mildly surprised by the woman’s outburst. She had maintained herself particularly well until that moment. Either way, that was his cue. He sighed and stood up, irritated. This was a waste of perfectly good talent. The man crossed the street and, being only a man, he studied her.
She was naturally tall, but the thigh high boots were a good touch. Her rich caramel skin covered toned muscles and an attractively curved, young and beautiful body. Long ringlets of raven black hair framed a heart shaped face that held a pair of almond shaped eyes; he could not yet discern the color, and a pair of full lips that begged to be kissed.
To Harper’s surprise, the Virian pulled his teeth away from the girl’s flesh and whispered to her. Harper stood in the front of the ally way and coughed. All three of them turned to face him and he saw the girl’s eyes were an enchanting light green. He also saw the Virians shrink away as they recognized him. “Now, boys, what have I told you about hunting on my territory and on my watch?” Harper asked and they didn’t respond for a long moment. A third one of the demons snuck up behind him and the girl began to struggle. Tony hissed at her and she was silenced.
Now, Samantha knew what people meant when they said knight, they meant A savior when things were darkest. The man pulled out his sword with one quick motion and stabbed the creature in the gut. It glowed a vibrant red, then exploded in a cloud if dust. The man raised an irritated eyebrow and the faces of her captors gave away their fear. “Just, relax, Hunter.” We have no intentions of killing the girl. We are just going to take her home.” Tony said as the pressure built inside her body. She was getting light headed and would soon lose touch with reality, if this man didn’t do something; she was going to kill again.
“Where are you taking her exactly?”
“To our master, He requests her.” The second Virian said, and then smacked Tony’s back. “Come now, this place has gotten far too crowded.” Samantha tried to reconcile all that she had heard, mostly to distract her self from the pressure and avoid going to that dark place. This new stranger was a hunter. A hunter of what, she didn’t know, but she assumed it to be what ever these creatures that held her were. He stuck a chord of fear that caused Tony’s hands to shake, even though he controlled her.
Sam looked at the Hunter and begged him to help her. She could not speak, lest the pressure be released again. The Hunter, her knight, wore only an open leather trench coat and a pair of tight leather pants. His coat hung to the floor, in an attempt to hide his height and power. Since he did not wear a shirt, she caught a glimpse of his chiseled body. Toned to perfection, it was the type of body art tried to imitate.
The creature that stood behind Tony slipped a cable tie around her wrists and began to lead her out of the ally way. Samantha, desperately trying to contain the pressure, kicked the creature in the back of the knees and she heard something crack. He let go of the ties a moment and she was gone. The Hunter stood between her and the street, looking slightly impressed.
She looked between the two parties and hesitated. “Come here, woman.” The knight demanded and instinctive rebellion tempted her to return to her captors. She stepped back and the pressure, which had just been beginning to fade a bit built back up. “Do you want to live or die?” the man asked and she bit back her instinctive urge do the opposite of his wishes. Instead, she obeyed and ran to stand behind the knight, as something behind her moved.
“Do not move from this spot.” He said and she obeyed, fighting her very nature. The creature that accompanied Tony jumped forward, fangs bared, and the knight threw something at him. Sam never saw what it was, but the creature glowed and exploded in a shower of ash. Unable to contain herself, she screamed. Another one of those screams that made the world stop and shiver escaped her.
Harper turned to her and covered her mouth. “Stop doing that.” He demanded, as his ears rang. His hearing had completely shut down, for the moment. No scream had ever made him stop in the middle of anything; then again, no scream had ever made his heart stop like that. Her eyes hardened and they glared at each other for a short moment, until a searing pain ran through his back as Tony stabbed him. Samantha gave a quick gasp, replacing her scream, as his face contorted in pain before he whipped around. Harper grabbed the Virian by the neck and with one fluid motion, threw it into one of the brick walls.
A metal drainage pipe speared through its chests and another high-pitched, but this time blessedly short shriek escaped the woman’s lips. The damned creature turned to ashes and he returned his gaze to the woman. She raised herself to her toes and tried to raise her arms, unsuccessfully. He raised an eyebrow, a gesture that had reminded kings he was in charge and she did not as much as twitch. He pulled a knife from his pocket and she stiffened slightly, giving him a grim satisfaction. After a short moment, the woman held out her bonds, confidently.
“How do you know that is what I intend to do with it?” He asked and again, she didn’t as much as twitch.
“If you wanted me dead, I would be dead.” She said and he knew she was right. Silently, he cut her binds and saw that her left arm was limp. She rubbed the wrist of the limp arm, and then looked at it, in shock.
“Be still, this will hurt.” Harper said, quickly seizing her arm. He grabbed her shoulder and placed the arm back in its socket. Her only reaction was to suck in a breath and grit her teeth. He was again impressed by this strange woman. She had enough strength to cripple a Virian and enough inner strength to bite her tongue when in pain. He rolled the shoulder around in its socket and she closed her eyes. When she pulled away, he knew he would not get her to consent to that pain again.
“Turn around.” She demanded and Harper looked at her. Surely, she had lost her mind. She threw up her hands and walked around him. Once behind him, he felt her hands pressing on his back. She was so gentle, for a moment, he allowed her, her exploration, even though it caused him some pain. There was nothing a human could do to him, with their bare hands, he could not handle.
“What are you doing woman?” He demanded, without turning around, lest he move the spear in his back.
“You have a large piece of metal in your shoulder. I’m attempting to see how bad it is. Be still.” She smacked him on his uninjured shoulder and he winced. She was unusually strong for a human, much less a woman. She did not speak for a long moment as her hands ran over his back. “I’ll have to remove it. This will hurt.” She said blatantly and he began to object that she would cut herself. He had not saved her so she could get lock jaw or TB. Besides, that would be a ridiculous amount of pain for him to allow her to inflict on him. Before he could react, she grasped the double sided blade and braced her weak arm against his back.
“What the fuck do you mean- FUCK!” He hollered as she ripped the blades from his back. He growled as she walked back around to his front, removing the red bandana from her hair. She raised his arm and tied the bandanna over it, with no concern for the cut that separated her hand into two distinct halves.
He didn’t understand why she would give of herself for someone she did not know. Most of the people he saved just ran away as fast as they could, but she stayed behind for him. “What’s your name?” He asked when his vision stopped blotting itself with patches of black.
“Sam.” She said, about to wipe the blood on an expensive looking skirt. He took her hand and brought it over to him. She began to pull away, but he raised an eyebrow and this time got his preferred response. She allowed him to take her hand and wipe it with a handkerchief he kept on hand for nights such as tonight when he injured himself. He wiped her hand clean, and then wrapped it in the cloth.
“Follow me. You have some blood on your face.” Samantha followed him, pouting in silence at his gruff behavior. Normally, she would have left already, but he did just save her life. Besides, she couldn’t just walk around with blood on her face. She kept telling herself it had nothing to do with the fact that he could kill her without too much effort, but she knew she was deluding herself. “Get on.” He said, motioning to a motorcycle and she looked at the handsome, but obviously disturbed man.
“How about no? I already made that mistake once tonight. I’m not running a two-for.” Sam said and he looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “I’m thankful and all, but this is the part where I go home and forget all of this.” Sam lied. She would not forget this man. She would remember the feel of his toned back under her hands, the feel of his skin on hers. She would not forget the sight of his toned chest, nor her urge to run her hand down it. It was all so delicious, so tempting. She closed her eyes to keep her fantasies from going any further in the wrong direction. Those thoughts were for later.
She gazed at his strong face and ran her tongue cross her teeth. He was more gorgeous then any mortal man had the right to be. His face was that of a hardened solider. High cheekbones, full, pale pink lips, and an almost perfectly straight nose. It appeared to have been broken at least once before. Knowing grey eyes, that were almost silver, lived in a face that was framed by shoulder length black hair. No, she would not forget this god of a man. He turned t her, face stoic and slightly irritated.
“You are not safe here.” He warned and she nodded.
“I know. That is why I am going home.” She said and she turned away. He placed a hand on her arm and she could feel his growing irritation in the air around them. It was like static that threatened to build up into lightning
“They’ll be looking for you there too. They will be there and next time, I may not be able to protect you if you do not come with me.”
“Next time, I will be ready. Goodbye knight.” She said, perplexing him. It was a peculiar way to refer to him and he had not been called that for many centuries. He groaned, low in his throat, at the stubborn woman. Most women threw themselves at him and would jump at the chance to ride, anywhere with him. Normally, he was irritated beyond reason at this behavior. Through some twist of fate she was the only one who he needed to follow him and she was too stubborn and rational to allow herself to have him. It wasn’t even that she didn’t want him. That would be easy to remedy. She simply had the will-power to resist him.
“You’ll thank me later.” He said and took her hand. Harper pulled her back towards the bike. She began to struggle and he pinched a nerve cluster by her neck. She collapsed against him and he sighed. He hated moving bodies, and it was even worse when they were still live. The scent of lavender filled his nostrils as he looked down at her. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder and Harper felt his pants tighten considerably. She was a very attractive woman, there was no denying that. It was going to be a long ride home.
She nuzzled her forehead into the cradle of his neck and placed a hand on his chest and a second around his waist. He placed his hand on her elbow, where it should have been the entire time to keep her from falling. He had been hesitant about this until then because of his more than slight attraction to her. She was terrifyingly vulnerable now that she had been knocked out. He felt something peculiar and shoved it away. He was responsible for her now and he had to stay focused. He corrected his thoughts, this was an eternity home.
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BloodWings ~~ Chapter 4
