The Vampire Book of the Month Club by Rusty Fischer

Author:Rusty Fischer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Medallion Media Group
Published: 2016-01-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Scarlet Stain spits blood from her mouth, watching it pool on the dirty warehouse floor where she’s being held captive by the man she’s sworn to hunt down and eliminate.

The room is empty now, cavernous and vast, illuminated merely by large candles flickering in the corners. They light only the warehouse floor, dirty and littered with broken lightbulbs and dried-out rat carcasses.

She is comfortable; she is safe . . . but for how long?

Just outside the door, three of the count’s most vicious vampire guards pace, just waiting for her to dare to try to escape. And how would she do that? They took her leather pants, her rubber boots, her white blouse, her backpack of weapons, her favorite dagger belt, even the monogrammed switchblade she always wore in her left sock.

She is bruised, battered, defenseless, and half-naked, crouching in the corner of her cage, a dented tray full of biscuit crumbs and refried beans her only sustenance for the last twelve hours straight.

But . . . but . . . they didn’t find everything.

Sewn into the left strap of her sports bra is a simple pin, twice as thick as a sewing needle, half as sharp. In the right strap is its twin.

They are made of a special alloy, designed to elude metal detectors, even the portable wand kind Count Victus and his men waved over every inch of her half-naked body.

When the time is right, when the men are sleeping, when she has had enough, she will chew the bars from her bra and use them to pick the lock that has kept her in this cage for these past two days.

Her weapons are on a chair in the far corner of the room, twelve simple paces from where she sits. If she hurries, she can make it in four seconds flat. Once she has them, it will take her only twice that long to eliminate all three of the count’s men.

But she will take her time with the count.

She will take all the time she needs to make sure his end is as painful as he deserves . . .

I rub my eyes, look up from the scene, and stare at Wyatt, hanging against the bars of his cage across the endless warehouse floor.

Two days have passed, long days of writing, toiling, sleeping in this chair, lighting candles, chugging endless cans of Jolt Cola from the little fridge beneath my desk.

Say what you will about Reece, but the man has an eye for detail.

I blink, rub my eyes again, and look up past the oriental screens, the flickering candles, the grimy warehouse walls to the windows high above. The sun is rising.

Another day is here.

I look at the page count on my latest chapter: 127.

Two days more, and I can get to two hundred pages no problem, finish off the book, and have Wyatt out of that cage.

Now if only Abby would return my texts.

I know she’s mad at me, but this is serious.

Reece rouses from the corner where he’s been napping, fully dressed, against two of the satin throw pillows.

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