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The sun was making its way to the horizon when I woke up star-fished across the bed. I didn’t last much longer after that before I called to tell Fintan I was hungry.
True to his word, he heard my call and brought me something to eat. I’m still alive, so he must have been telling the truth when he said it wasn’t poisoned.
Both the sleep and the food did wonders for my energy. They must have a witch in the kitchen, because there was rhodiola in the spring salad that came with my turkey sandwich. I owe her one because it did more than renew my energy—it renewed my determination to kick vampire ass.
It’s a good thing, too, because I’ll need as much energy as I can get. When Sebastian heard what Fintan and I were up to, he insisted on joining us—no doubt to ensure I don’t knock out his second in command like I did this morning.
And, because Gaia must still be peeved at me, Rune has tagged along as well. Maybe someone cast a curse on me. No one in the history of ever is as unlucky as I’ve been lately.
When the four of us arrive at the Dumont house, I have half a plan formed.
First: retrieve the Dumont grimoire. That is the priority, and not just because of its importance to my family, but because it’s necessary for the rest of my plan to work.
Second: distract my chaperones. The how of that one is still TBD, and made three times as hard with three times as many vampires to distract than I originally thought.
Third: incapacitate my captors with a spell from the aforementioned grimoire. With over a century of collected spells and knowledge, I’m sure I will find something that will do the trick.
“Odin’s beard, we really made a mess of this place, huh?” Rune says from the seat next to me.
I would’ve felt better with Fintan in the back with me, but he’s up front in the driver’s seat rolling us to a stop along the curb in front of my family home.
The soft leather of the back bench sags under Rune’s massive weight as he leans forward for a better look at the destruction.
He’s right. The place is wrecked.
One of the upstairs windows is shattered where a werewolf jumped to flee the attacking vampires. The curtains flow out of the opening, something dark staining the sheer fabric. The front door is still missing, leaving a gaping hole of complete darkness beyond the overgrown front lawn.
Creepy.
The entire scene is made creepier because Sebastian has not taken his red-tinged eyes off me, staring at me in the rearview mirror. Even when I’m not making eye contact, I can feel the intensity of his gaze boring into me.
It puts me on edge and makes my skin crawl.
The rumble of the engine cuts off and I reach for the door handle, eager to escape the cramped backseat. There are too many vampires packed into this thing for me to be anything but claustrophobic.
Before I get a single foot out of the SUV, Sebastian is there, pulling the door from my grip and glaring at me so hard I think he’s trying to make me spontaneously combust.
“How gentlemanly of you,” I taunt.
Sebastian scowls at me in response, icy blue eyes narrowing as I step past him onto the grass lawn. It helps settle my nerves, knowing I can get under his skin so easily.
He’s got to be expecting me to make a break for it, which is only going to make this task even more impossible.
That doesn’t mean I won’t try.
Which brings me to step four of the plan: kill Fintan, Rune, and Sebastian.
Whatever spell I find within the Dumont grimoire, I won’t be as strong as I need to be to keep three powerful vampires down for long enough to make a run for it—they would be on me before I made it out of the city.
As long as step three goes smoothly, I should only need a few minutes to put an end to the three vampires.
Something tells me that’s wishful thinking on my part.
There aren’t many things that can truly kill a vampire. There’s the spelled dagger through the heart—but you have to be precise. If you’re off by a few precious centimeters, you’re dead before you realize you missed.
Beheading will do the trick, but that’s even more difficult to accomplish.
Like a werewolf with silver, vampires are susceptible to gold… but in both cases, the metal has to be pure. And, whoops—I’m fresh out of pure gold swords at the moment.
