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“Says the vamp older than me.”
“Bruh, you wish,” Jay says before passing the ball to me. I take the shot and score. “Two more!” Jay boasts before we high-five. We ’bout to take…
Jay’s thoughts along with the sounds of the city and station fade into a weird deafening white noise right as my chest gets tight as fuck. Between the pain and the white noise, I double over and rest my hands on my knees.
Enani. She’s scared; I can feel her fear.
My fangs burst through my gums, enraged, and without another thought of the game, Jay, or even my shift, I take off. My patience is on zero and I have to get to her. I need to be with her now. I move before I can even consciously process where I’m going. No vehicle can match the true speed of a vampire, so I leave my truck at the station and rely solely on myself and my uncanny speed. All thoughts are gone except one, getting to her.
My arrival to her isn’t smooth. It’s fast and violent. Hearing her scream outside of the condo door ignites the flames in my blood and I crash through the door with full force. Her cousin Shae screams when I rush past her.
Following Enani’s fear and voice, I’m in the bedroom seconds later and he is in the air. The murderous vamp I’ve worked so hard to atone for and repress emerges—hungry for blood spilled, not to drink. My hand crushes his neck as his arms and legs flail. I’m a few seconds from ending his pathetic life. Her soft hand on my heaving back temporarily distracts me.
“Noab. Noab, please. Noab,” she pleads.
“Oh my God!” Shae screeches.
“I’m gonna rip his fucking throat out,” I grit, then hiss.
“No! Please put him down!”
“Why?”
“He’s turning blue. He can’t breathe. You’re going to kill him,” Enani cries. Ol’ boy is fading. I see it in his bugged eyes and color drained skin. His movements have slowed too.
“That’s the fucking plan.”
She steps in front of me and caresses the side of my face with her soft ass hand. “Look at me,” she demands, but my eyes don’t leave him. “Noab, please look at me. If I’m yours and you are mine, look at me.”
Fuck!
Her last words break through my anger, rage, and violent streak and I tear my eyes from him and look at her. Her beautiful eyes plead with me and she has a wry smile on her face. Her loud fear in my head has silenced and I can see and tell she’s not afraid anymore.
“Am I yours?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Then, let him go. I’m fine now that you’re here and I’m ready to leave. Take me to your house.”
Because she is truly mine and I am hers, I release my hold of this nigga’s neck and he crashes to the floor, making a loud thud when he drops.
“Well, shit. Ouch!” Shae utters. “Is he breathing?” she asks while timidly stepping toward him. When he releases several dry coughs, she stops.
Enani steps closer then drapes her arms over my shoulders. “Thank you for coming and thank you for letting him go. Trust me, he’s not worth it.”
“At all,” Shae adds before looking over at us. “But let me try to put the door back on the hinges and leave you two alone.”
When she walks out, Enani raises onto the balls of her feet and kisses me lovingly. My fangs retract and I lean into the kiss. When our lips finally part, she stares into my eyes.
“My hero vampire,” she says with a smile.
“Nah. I’m just yours. Call me that instead.”
“Just mine, get me out of here.”
“Let’s go.” She steps over that weak ass nigga on the floor but I intentionally step on the very hand he had on her and crush it. Through his still labored breathing, he chokes out a scream. Enani wouldn’t let me kill him but I can at least destroy his fucking hand and warn him. I lean down and say, “Stay the fuck away from her. She won’t be able to save you again.”
We walk into the living room and Shae is standing in front of the broken door. Most of it is shattered on the floor and a nice sized piece dangles off the hinge.
