Forbidden Fangs

Chapter 19

“Logan…” Kylie moaned his name. “Don't stop.” She had straddled the vampire slayer and was grinding against the bulge in his pants. He matched her rhythm with tiny thrusts of his hips, each significant enough to send waves of pleasure rippling through her body. His strong hands caressed her back and arms and ran through her long blonde hair. She kissed him so hard it hurt. She wanted this. She needed this. Something to wash away the extreme stress of the past thirty-six hours. Something to hold onto. She could hold onto him.

“Kylie,” he moaned back. He cupped her face between his hands. “Are you sure you want to-”

Suddenly an alarm sounded, and lights flashed on one of the desktop displays at the computer terminal.

“s**t,” Logan muttered, “sorry,” he added as he moved Kylie aside and stood up. “It's probably just a fox or something. This happens from time to time. There are a lot of pressure triggers out there.”

“What if it's… him?” Kylie asked, curling into a ball on the couch. She wanted Logan to come back to her side. She didn't want to be without the warmth of his body.

“The vampire? It's possible, but I think he'd have trouble finding us so fast. I'll go take a look, but I don't see anything on the cameras. Like I said, probably just a medium-sized animal triggered it, got terrified by the floodlight and ran off.” He paced back to the couch and leaned down, kissing her and pulling his gunblade from beneath the cushion in one motion. He tasted so good. “Right. Stay here.” Logan re-settled his belt and clicked his weapon's safety off. He strode up the concrete stairs fearlessly and closed the heavy door firmly behind him.

For a moment Kylie stayed curled on the couch, and then she moved to the computers and sat in one of the padded leather chairs. She watched the screen with the array of video feeds, tracking Logan's progress as he moved through the house and outside. Once off the main path leading to the road he followed a strange pattern, and Kylie realized he was avoiding the memorized locations of concealed traps. As he approached the single floodlight that stood up from the loam, a nearby bush shook, and the shape of the black-clad vampire Luchaver appeared.

“No!” Kylie screamed. “Logan, look out!”

Either the slayer heard her, or else he possessed uncanny reflexes. He turned just as Luchaver lunged and brought up his gunblade in a defensive s***h, sending the vampire reeling away. Luchaver landed like a cat on all fours and then clutched at a seeping wound in his chest. He came forward just as fast, so swift that he appeared to move in chunks on the grainy security feed.

“Oh, my goodness!” Kylie gasped as she watched the man and the vampire lock together. They struggled across the treeline, tripping and tossing one another. Just as Luchaver gained the upper hand, Logan kicked out and activated one of the traps. A new floodlight came up from the loam and flicked on, and the vampire was forced to roll away from the human. Kylie saw Logan level his firearm at the darkness, searching for a target. Despite the poor quality of the video she could see the wild look in his eyes. He was finally getting the fight he had prepared for all his life.

Luchaver's foot lashed out of the darkness like a whip, striking Logan's ankle and knocking him to the ground. A second kick knocked his weapon from his hand, but he rolled away from the third before it could sunder his skull and activated another light trap. The UV rays barely displayed on the monitor Kylie was watching, but Luchaver's advance faltered beneath them as he was forced to shrink back. Logan searched the ground frantically, unable to find his gunblade.

Kylie pulled up the sofa cushions and searched the bar, frantically scrabbling to find another weapon. Surely Logan didn't just have the one gun. But where would he keep his back ups? Not finding what she was looking for, Kylie returned to the computer bank, leaning on the back of the chair to watch the fight unfold on the screen.

Logan had managed to catch ahold of Luchaver from behind. He had control of the vampire's chin with one hand, and was raining blows down on that fanged face with the other. Kylie was aghast at the sight of Luchaver with fangs bared, as Logan had said she would be. She covered her mouth with one hand. How could Logan strike at such a beastly maw without piercing his fist?

As she watched, Luchaver staggered backwards and smashed Logan against a tree. The slayer slumped to the ground and the vampire rounded on him, but his boot caught on yet another trap, forcing him to dive for cover. With each trap they triggered, the pair carried their fight further and further into the woods, to the point where Kylie could barely see them at the edge of the screen. She clicked a few times and managed to change the camera angle and zoom in, but that only helped for a brief moment. Luchaver continued retreating into the darkness, and Logan followed him, locked in the fever of combat.

Suddenly Kylie spotted something which she had missed before. Something which had become clear when she tilted and zoomed the camera. It was Logan's gunblade, laying useless on the ground close to the forest's fringe. Luchaver and Logan battled only a few meters away, and yet so long as the slayer remained unaware, it might as well have been miles.

“Damn it,” Kylie cursed, and then turned and raced up the stairs. She tore open the thick door and crossed the dilapidated kitchen to the external door. She could hear them fighting as she stepped outside, and sprinted around the corner to come to Logan's aid.

The violence and speed of their combat, seen up close, froze her in place. Blood oozed from Luchaver's face, and from Logan's temple and knuckles. They moved with cruel intentions, exchanging blows and blocks in the midst of heavy breathing. As she watched Luchaver struck Logan in the side, and then across the face, knocking him to the ground.

“Logan, no!” Kylie screamed. She wanted to tell him the location of his weapon, but the words froze on her tongue as the vampire kicked out, knocking the slayer unconscious. Seeing her savior fall finally galvanized the woman into action. She sprang forward and fell to her hands and knees, scrabbling in the loam until her hands closed around the gunblade. She stood up, leveling the barrel at Luchaver and placing her finger alongside the trigger as she'd been shown.

“Don't move,” she managed to say around her racing heart and spiked adrenaline. “Don't you dare touch him again.”