Forrest Wollinsky: Predestined Crossroads (Forrest Wollinsky: Vampire Hunter Book 3) by Hilley II Leonard D

Author:Hilley II, Leonard D.
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Nocturnal Trinity Press
Published: 2016-07-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The old woman glanced toward me. Her dark eyes widened. I sensed evil permeating around her, dark and spiteful. Her venomous voice grew raspier. “You killed my children.”

“They were already dead,” Penelope said, keeping her aim on the old woman. “Undead.”

“The magical thorn barrier. How’d you accomplish that?” I asked Karl. “That was part of the snare. Who created it?”

His eyes grew fearful. He shook his head.

Abigail pushed herself to Karl’s side. “When it comes to protecting my children, there’s no limit to what I’d do.”

Penelope lowered her bow and tugged my coat.

“What?” I said, glancing over my shoulder.

“Maybe you should step back now?” she said. “Since I’m the Demon-hunter.”

“She doesn’t look like a—”

Abigail’s skin tightened on her face, splitting at her scalp and around her nose and ears. The illusion of what had been an old woman was actually something far worse. Her tongue lengthened, quite like a ghoul, but her eyes flickered like hot molten metal. She peeled her skin from her face, revealing scaly green skin like a snake.

“How?” I asked. My curiosity mesmerized me. I knew about shifters and Were creatures, but how did a woman become a demon?

Karl’s eyes pleaded for help. “It wasn’t my doing, Hunter. She’s the one. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Forrest, move!” Penelope shouted.

I stepped back and tried to pull Karl with me, but the demon wrapped her arms around him. Her strange tongue darted out and licked the side of his face, leaving a slick trail of viscous drool. She opened her mouth, revealing her jagged teeth and reared her head back. She was going to bite his throat. The old man trembled, closed his eyes, and screamed. He tried the wipe the saliva from his face where his skin was blistering.

Penelope fired an arrow, striking the demon in the throat. It rammed its sharply clawed hand through Karl’s back before releasing him and spinning around to flee. She clutched at the arrow.

Karl dropped to his knees, wept, and convulsed with pain. Blood soaked through the back of his shirt.

Penelope pulled her dagger and ran after the demon. She chased the demon past the quilting table where it grabbed sharp shears and turned, slashing wildly. Penelope dodged to the side to avoid getting cut. The demon pulled the shears close to its side. Penelope didn’t give the demon a chance for another attack. She lopped the dagger through the air, striking dead center of its throat.

Black blood dripped from its neck. It clutched the hilt, tugged, but failed to pull out the blade. It dropped to its knees. Panting through its open mouth, its eyes bore at her, and gurgling sounds rose in its throat. It uselessly tried to speak, but the dagger and arrow had severed those abilities. Using both hands, it gripped the hilt and slowly extracted the blade. Blood gushed out.

The demon sat for a few moments longer before dropping facedown on the floor. I kept my bow trained on it, just in case it bolted up to attack again.

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