Page 44 of Marked for Execution

I secured my bolt and readied my crossbow, but the boys moved too fast. Samuel let out a shot, but it missed as both Reed and Josh fell to the ground. When the vampire got the upper hand and straddled Reed, Eliseo slammed into his side with a growl. A kick to the stomach threw him off, and Gunner let off a shot.

The vampire cackled as he leapt to his feet, ran with inhuman speed, and grabbed me by the waist, fleeing toward the cluster of trees behind us. My crossbow went off, hitting a tree with athudas the men screamed my name.

Struggling in his arms, I elbowed his head, snapping it to the side. He skidded to a stop, growled, and broke my forearm with a loud crunch, making me cry out in pain before throwing me onto the ground and climbing on top of me.Dammit, it was my dominant arm, too.

“Now, why did you have to go and do that, sweetheart?” He groaned as he rubbed his crotch against mine.

I gritted my teeth, feeling my arm heal. The bone restitching itself was excruciating, stealing my breath and distracting me from what I should be doing:getting this asshole off me.

I could feel his hands ripping the front of my shirt and down the front of my pants, sending sharp pains from welts along the way. His hot breath hit my skin before his tongue lapped up the blood, making me grimace.

“Mmmm. What are you doing, hanging out with a bunch of human men? Do you keep them around for blood?” He grinded down again and I could feel the hardness of his flesh against mine. “I’d like to keep you alive for a while. Old Josh’ll be good to you, if you’re good to me.”

The moment the pain in my arm became bearable was the moment I grabbed his head and ripped it off my chest.

“I do like it rough,” he purred as he pinned my arms down and head butted me, making me see stars.

His hands went around my neck and his knees kicked my legs apart. My head was still pounding from the impact as I tried to grab his wrists to relieve the pressure. He was too strong. His face was starting to become distorted, making his smile turn into one of nightmares. I began to panic, my skin flushed with fury as he rubbed the wet head of his cock along the inside of my thigh. I tried to scream, but only managed to open and close my mouth without a sound.

He leaned in and whispered against my ear, “You’ll stay warm long enough for me to finish. I don’t need you breathing.”

He nipped the side of my face, and I broke. My mind took over with something instinctual and I drove my nails into his eye sockets until it popped and splashed near my mouth. I wanted to gag, but the fury within me controlled my motions. I was getting overheated, my body perspiring more than it should for not moving that much.

“Ahhh!” he screamed as his hands released my neck and went to his face.

I coughed and sputtered for breath only to have him throw a fist to my temple, jarring me. He ripped off his shirt to wipe his eyes, tossed it to the side and landed back on top of me. His body slid against mine, and I could hear the men screaming my name, sounding closer and closer.

“I’m going to fucking kill him!”

“Shit! Don’t shoot, you might hit her!”

Suddenly, the body on top of me tensed up, seized, and dropped to the side unceremoniously. Not stopping to figure out what happened, I scrambled onto my feet and stared in confusion as he lay motionless on the ground.

“What the hell just happened?” Reed asked.

“Get away from him,Sili.Now.”

I kicked him and a small groan came out. The fucker was still alive. I was so fucking pissed at what almost happened that my hand moved on its own, pulling out one of the knives in my boot. With both hands on the hilt, my arm swung down again and again, his blood spraying all over me and inside my mouth as I screamed louder and louder.

My mind was in a haze, the past melding with the present.

He undid his buckle and brought down his metal belt in rapid successions to my front, making me hiss through gritted teeth at the sharp pain of each slice on top of each slice.

I felt my skin filleted off the bone by the time Mistress Tiara came back with the intention of escorting me into the court before the Queen. Grabbing my arm, she broke both my wrists with a crack to slip them out of the shackles. I stifled my moan, pressing my lips together. My body was tossed onto the floor and kicked one last time for good measure.

Clan Corrus can burn in the depths of hell.

Darius.Darius was his name. Darius can burn with the rest of them when I find him.

My screams echoed between the trees, my arms ached from the repetitive motion of bringing down my blade. They couldn’t just leave well enough alone. I just wanted to leave and find a new life. I was not some stupid pawn in this game of war between the clans. I never was. I was nobody. The forsaken, after my truths came to light.

Strong arms came around me and I elbowed them. Their grip slipped from all the blood that saturated my skin and clothes.

The guys were arguing around me, making me flash back to my previous community.

“She’s an abomination!” my father hissed.

“She is my daughter!” My mother tried, but her cries went unheard.