Twisted: Bitter Harvest, Book Two by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel [Gimpel, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, dystopian, shifters and werewolves, paranormal and occult, Supernatural and Occult, urban fantasy, post apocalyptic, romantic suspense
Publisher: Ann Gimpel Books, LLC
Published: 2017-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve: The Only Good Vamp is a Dead Vamp

An Hour Earlier

Juan missed the supernatural speed and strength he’d enjoyed as a Vampire. Granted, he’d traded it for something far better and cleaner with his Shifter bond, but he wasn’t in cat form, running toward the barracks. Something about the darkness dragged at him. The cold too. He was used to polar regions, but the current chill was unnerving. It felt alive, ominous, hungry, as if it had targeted them. The bone-rattling sensation had to affect the other men as well, but no one said much as they loped through the gloom, dodging rocks and piles of bones.

Gathering his unfamiliar magic, Juan took a stab at assessing if the Vampire feel was growing stronger. Before he was done sampling from every angle, Viktor hissed, “Ssht. Wait.”

Juan feinted sideways to avoid plowing into Viktor’s back.

“Why’d we stop?” Recco kept his voice low, but he was close enough to hear even over the incessant roar of the wind that attacked from first one side and then another.

“Don’t know,” Juan muttered.

Recco had come to a halt on Juan’s other side with Daide right behind him.

Juan twisted to face him. “This storm. Something’s weird about it.”

“Something’s not right about all of this,” Viktor growled. He had the saber lashed across his back. Juan held the ship’s rifle in the crook of one elbow, and Daide had the old Remington from the barracks.

“The wind blows from the northwest across this island,” Juan said. “The Allardyce Range protects this side.” He hunched his shoulders against a particularly vicious blast of wind. “It’s what I’m talking about, what I meant by weird. The wind just came from the south. Last gust was from the east.”

“Jesus! Have you lost your mind, mate?” Viktor cinched his hood tighter. “I stopped because I sense Vamps moving our way. We need to find a defensible location and wait for them to find us. Not engage in a philosophical discussion about atypical weather patterns.”

“Yeah. I felt those fuckers too, but I was waiting to be certain,” Daide muttered.

“How the hell did they get loose?” Recco sounded spooked.

“How else?” Viktor asked sourly. “Demons must have opened their crypt.”

Wind and weather were where Juan lived, elements he understood. Once Viktor gave voice to the obvious, he fought against a creeped-out sensation. Them against a few Vamps was one thing, but demons were a whole other level of threat. He narrowed his eyes, willing them to pierce the blackness shrouding them.

“Should we go back and help the women?” Juan kept his question quiet. No telling who might be listening.

“Pfft. They scarcely need our assistance,” Viktor muttered. “Best thing we can do is our part, which is taking care of the Vampires.”

Juan felt torn. He wanted to be both places. “Let’s finish this off fast so we can tackle whatever’s left of the demons.”

“Psychic view,” Juan’s cat spoke up and fashioned the alteration.

Juan looked out at a gray world bisected by ley lines and determined they were about halfway between the last rickety building and the barracks.

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