Monsters & Mayhem by G.K. DeRosa

Author:G.K. DeRosa [DeRosa, G.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: G.K. DeRosa

Chapter 6

The next day, the first images of a devastated New York City were leaked on the Internet. Ash and I sat on my bed huddled around his phone as the shaky camera panned across Rockefeller Center. A hushed voice detailed the destruction that had swept through the famous plaza, but I couldn’t focus on the person’s words. My eyes scanned the scenery in shock. The huge gold statue of Prometheus had been toppled over, the great titan’s head lobbed off at the neck. The iconic flags that flapped in the wind were tattered, some poles teetered to the side while others no longer stood at all. Crater-sized chunks of wall were missing from the building itself, windows shattered and black soot covering the famous façade.

The whispering voice caught my attention, drawing my gaze away from the devastation to allow his words to sink in. “This isn’t the worst of it.”

“Damn…” Asher hissed as the video cut off.

His thoughts had to be on his cousin and uncle. Mine were, and they weren’t even my family. The hollow look in his eyes warned me not to bring it up, so I opted for an easier question. “Why aren’t the news channels showing this?”

“They don’t want mass panic.” He raked a hand through his short buzz cut. “Which is exactly what would happen and will happen once more of this gets out.”

“What are we going to do, Ash?”

The tendon in his jaw ticked as he stared at the black screen of his phone. “We’re going to be ready, just like your dad said.”

I’d told him everything as soon as he’d come over this morning. We all deserved to be prepared for what was to come.

“My dad went to Wally World today to stock up on ammo,” said Asher. “He even bought two more rifles.”

“Do bullets even hurt vampires?” Because they didn’t in the movies.

He shrugged. “Maybe not, but at least it’ll slow the bastards down.”

“And what about the angels?”

“Who knows? Aren’t they supposed to be on our side?” He flipped his phone back and forth in his palm.

“Rumor is that all those people at the church are dead.”

His shoulders strained, and he sat up straighter. “I heard.” The tremor in his voice was so un-Asher-like it scared me.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned into his shoulder. “I’m sure your uncle and Annabelle are okay.” I knew he didn’t want to talk about it, but it couldn’t hurt to offer reassurance, right?

He grunted. “Maybe.”

I slid under his arm and pulled him into a hug. His warmth cocooned me in a familiar bubble of safety. He smelled like cedar chips and apple orchards, like my Ash. With my head nestled against his chest, the pitter-patter of his heart echoed across my eardrums. The beat was calm and soothing, until it wasn’t. His pulse abruptly accelerated, and a part of me was sure I was imagining it.

Tipping my head up, emerald green eyes locked onto mine. His full lips were only inches away.

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