Sanctuary - Amy Blankenship

Sanctuary

Blood Bound Series Book 9

Amy Blankenship, RK Melton

Copyright © 2012 Amy Blankenship

Second Edition Published by Amy Blankenship

All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

Nick parked his car a couple blocks from The Witchs Brew. The truth was he needed a few minutes of brisk walking to wear off some of the adrenalin that had built up inside him. The word overnighter was irritating the hell out of him and he wanted to find out if Gypsys definition of the word was the same as his. That and this was as good excuse as any to get away from Devon and the mess he was in.

He knew Devon would do anything for Envy, but that temper tantrum of his was going a bit too far. Nick blew his breath out wondering if he would have handled it any better than his big brother doubtful. It also had to suck to have your personal thoughts exposed like that especially when your thoughts involved injuring someone. If thoughts were a sin then this world was in big trouble.

The funny thing was, between Devon and Trevor; Nick thought that Trevor was in the right mind frame. Trevor hadn't been in pain long enough to plan a whole murder unlike Devon, who had probably already decided where to bury the body. While he had the feeling that Trevor was just being nice for show at least the cop was making an effort to not let his personal feelings toward Devon get in the way.

Right now, the two of them needed to work together and make sure Envy was as comfortable and happy as possible. So far that wasnt happening. If this kept going the way it was, it could cause Envy to stress herself out and lose the baby.

Idiots, he muttered to himself.

Turning the last corner, Nick saw a man leaning against the front window of The Witchs Brew and quickly stepped out of sight. The man was standing perfectly still with his palms flat against the glass just staring in like a voyeur.

What do we have here, the overnighter or a stalker? Nick cocked an eyebrow giving the guy the once-over. The man looked like a playboy in his Armani and gold jewelry, not counting his hundred dollar Im cooler than you haircut. He flipped his long bangs out of his face mentally denying the jealous streak he was feeling.

Nick bent down and picked up a rock, rolling it around in his hand before giving it a hard sling. It hit the lamppost behind the man with a loud ping, sounding almost too loud in the twilight evening.

When the mans head jerked around to see what had made the sound, Nick caught the unnatural glow of his eyes when the light shimmered across them just right. He growled inwardly wondering if the city would ever be rid of all the damn vampires.

Silently slipping his pistol from its holster, Nick made sure to keep it hidden in the shadows while he double checked to make sure the chamber was loaded. The last thing he wanted to do was wound the dangerous creature instead of killing it. He tightened the silencer deciding he didnt need an audience for this.

Why a vampire would be hanging out around The Witchs Brew was beyond him especially since the place sold things that killed them.

Peeking around the brick outcropping, Nick raised his left arm and put the vampire in the guns crosshairs. Pulling back on the trigger, he smirked when the vampire actually turned and looked at him just before the bullet hit him above the right eye.

Nick moved from his hiding spot fast enough to catch the blood sucker before he fell. He took note of some pedestrians looking his way and sighed in relief. To the onlookers, it just appeared to be two buddies out for a night of drinking who had to hold each other up. He swayed a little to make it look good before rounding the corner of the building and dumping the body behind the trash dumpster.

He stood there a moment before toeing the vampire to make sure he stayed dead. He felt something shift in the air and turned toward the mouth of the alley just in time to see another vampire coming at him.

These city vampires were cowards and hardly ever traveled alone. Couldnt say he blamed them with all of the demons running around. He frowned at the discomforting change in the citys food chain.

The vampire leapt toward him and Nick held his arms out, catching the vampire by the cloth of his shirt. He used the momentum to send him flying down the alley. He cursed when he felt the vampire grab hold of his gun and pull it from his hand. It was a good thing his finger wasnt on the trigger or the bullet would have missed the critter entirely.

You killed Bernard, the vampire hissed.

Nick glanced down at the dead vamp, Dont worry, youll be joining your lover soon.

Shifter trash, the vampire cursed and came at him.

Nick bent his legs at the knee and let his instincts take over. The vampire began tracing toward him and Nick was glad Michael had shown him how to counteract this trick. It wasnt hard for a vampire to accomplish, but it was something that took a while for the newly born vampires to learn how to do flawlessly.

This blood sucker could do it, but he seemed to flicker as though he was moving through a strobe light rather than a smooth transition from one place to the other.

Sloppy, Nick muttered and reached for the sheath strapped to the back of his jeans. Just as the vampire was on top of him, Nick withdrew the wooden dagger and stabbed it deep into the vampires throat.

Thick, dark blood poured from the wound and all over Nicks hand. He flexed his wrist and the dagger broke off, leaving the pine wood buried inside the vampire. His head cocked to the side in a feline fashion as the vamp staggered back a couple of steps before gurgling something unintelligible and falling over.

Nick decided to make sure the thing was dead and brought the bottom of his combat boot down on the vampires head, crushing it. Lifting his foot, he turned it up and made a face at the mess on the bottom of it before doing his own rendition of scraping his foot on the ground trying to get it off.

Finally satisfied, he went back down the alley to retrieve his pistol and glared at the broken dagger.

Damn, now I have to make a new one, Nick complained and took out his cell phone.

The phone rang three times before it was answered by a very familiar voice.

Hey Nick, the voice greeted.

Nick frowned, My numbers unlisted.

I know, youre number is the only one that shows up as a private number.

Nick sighed, I need a favor Harley. Ive got a pick up for the cleaners. Theres a vampire down behind the dumpster of The Witches Brew and another one with a crushed in skull a few feet away in the same alley.

Be there in five, Harley said wide eyed then sighed when Nick simply hung up.

Theyd all been instructed not to take the vampires on because of how dangerous even one of them could be. Here Nick was clocking in two of them in the same night and it wasnt the first time.

Damn vampires, Nick muttered and quickly reloaded the retrieved pistol. Not wanting to press his luck, he came out of the dark alley keeping his attention focused on every movement around him. He discretely pocketed the dagger handle and stuffed his blood covered hand in his pocket hed wash the jeans later.

Nick frowned when he made his way back to the door and found the closed sign staring back at him at eye level. He glared at it. How the hell had he missed that thing? In his defense, hed been a little busy with a couple of fangers. His gaze lowered to the notice reading that the shop would be closed tomorrow.