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The boy stared at me in horror.
“Run!” I said, fumbling around to grab one of the silver knives from the dead vampires.
He did, and after my second try, I had a knife. My head felt a little better, too. God bless vampire healing abilities.
Problem was, I wasn’t the only one healing. The final vampire jumped up, giving me an evil glare. She didn’t lunge at me, though. She stayed back, making me come to her.
I did until my legs suddenly had trouble working. What the hell? She’d whacked my head before, not my legs…
The spell, I realized. Shit. Not amateurs at all.
I changed course and flew at the chanting witches. This area of the cave was so small, it didn’t matter that my power failed halfway through my flight. I still barreled into them, slashing as I went. Blood coated me in a hot spray, and two of the human witches fell. What I’d lacked in coordination, I’d made up for in strength. The other two witches screamed as their friend’s head bobbed up and down in the water next to them.
Then they ran. Or tried to. The seawater hampered their strides since it was now up to our waists.
But one of the running witches was still chanting, and pain blasted through me as the remaining vampire slammed my head against the cave wall. I tried to block her next blow but ended up only swatting at her hands. Damn that spell! I felt like I’d been dropped into a cylinder of quick-dry cement.
The witch’s chant grew until she was screaming. My vampire attacker smirked as my legs suddenly couldn’t hold me up. Water went over my head as I collapsed beneath the waves and the weight of the spell. Through the haze of the sea, I saw the vampire walk away, presumably to fetch a silver knife. If vampire bodies floated, she’d have her pick of knives from the ones sticking out of her dead friends, but vampires lacked air in our lungs, so her dead friends had sunk straight to the cave’s bottom. Just like I had.
I tried to force my body free of the invisible hold over it. Nothing happened, not even a twitch. Fucking hell! Why hadn’t I learned any defensive magic? I’d learned every which way to fight, but only physically. Not mystically.
The vampire hauled me up from the water so I could see her smile as she raised a silver knife. For some reason, I found myself taking in every detail of her appearance. Cornsilk blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, skin as pale as a porcelain doll, and a near flawless complexion, except for a little scar near her eyebrow that she must have gotten when she was human.
Was this what people who were about to die did? Memorize the last face they saw, even if that face belonged to their killer?
Anger surged, so hot and fierce, I half expected the water around me to start boiling. Fuck her, I was not going to die this way! I might not be able to move, and my borrowed telekinetic powers might not work on vampires, but I wasn’t totally helpless. She still needed that knife to kill me.
I focused on it with everything I had. Just as she slammed the blade home, it shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving only her hand to hit my chest. She stared at it in disbelief, and then stared at the roiling water that swallowed up the now-tiny silver shards that used to be the knife.
I kept my mind wrapped around a few of those shards as the vampire screamed and began bashing my head against the cave wall. Guess she’d decided on decapitation by battery since she could no longer stab me to death.
My vision went red, and not in a rage sort of way. In the oh shit, I have massive cranial hemorrhaging way. Acid being poured into my brain likely would’ve hurt less, and I could do nothing to defend myself. I only had one shot to survive, so I used the last of my quickly fading mental power to form those silver shards into a long point.
Then, right as an ominous ringing overshadowed the sickening crash-crunch-repeat sounds of my head being pulverized, I sent the combined shards toward her heart and twisted.
The next instant, everything went dark.
