Fated to Kill, Destined to Mate

Chapter 3

This is exactly what I was looking for—a door leading out to the alley—and it's the ideal location for killing him before making a quick and easy escape.

I whip my head around again to check behind me, still letting Luther lead the way to the rear of the club, and just as abruptly and strongly as before, the feeling that returned before, when we were about halfway to the door.

I scan the crowd once more, taking my time to look at everyone, and this time, I see something, but it's only a fleeting sight: through the dancing bodies, I catch sight of the most stunning blue eyes I have ever seen—a clear ocean blue that instantly makes me gasp—but they disappear after a split second, leaving me unable to make out the person's face. I searched the crowd around them, but I found nothing, and I had no idea who the eyes belonged to.

I'm abruptly returned to my current duty as I hear the club's back door open.

I have never felt anything like the pull I felt toward the owner of those lovely eyes. I can't stop thinking about them, and who they could belong to. And I have no clue what that means. I need to focus. If I keep getting sidetracked, I just might kill myself.

Luther tugs my body into his and begins kissing me, bringing me out of my reverie once again. It's a messy kiss, with much too much saliva and tongue for my liking, but I go along and pretend to like it.

However, I attack as Luther attempts to force me back against the club's wall; I unexpectedly escape his clutches and walk behind him, all the while removing a large, hefty necklace from my bag.

Luther spins around, surprised, his back now against the wall, and before he can say anything I slap him with the large pendant on the end of the chain and whip the necklace toward his face.

Slapping someone across the face with this large, heavy metal necklace would hurt, but for vampires, it would hurt even more since it is a cross.

I hear the sizzle, smell the stench of burning flesh as it hits Luther's skin, and I can hear him cry out as I swiftly slide the necklace's long chain around my neck and go for the wooden spike that's hidden within my right thigh-high boot.

Luther stares at me with wide eyes for a time, then I feel the life drain out of them and I know I have struck my mark, but just as he is beginning to recover and grasp what is happening, I am on him and already driving the sharpened end of the stake into his chest and his heart.

His corpse becomes limp and falls to the side, already turning to smoke; I reach out to attempt to get my stake out of his chest, but all I find is dark gray smoke that seeps into the earth beneath my feet and destroys his body. With that, I step back.

Although having to take care of a corpse afterward is a hassle, I always like how vampires clean up after themselves. However, I have lost a lot of fine stakes in this manner, which is always unfortunate.

I'm running low again, muttering, "Damn, just made that stake too," and mentally remember to whittle some more once I get to the Base.

I see two shadows step away from the wall a little farther down from where I am standing, and as I turn to head back down the alley toward the street, I see that they are both men, assuming from their statures. I have no idea what species they are, but considering that they have probably just watched me kill a vampire, I figure it's better to get the hell out of here now rather than wait around to find out.

They aren't obstructing my way to the roadway, at least.

As I'm thinking that, I hear the club's rear door open and close. I have to look at the person who just left to evaluate the new threat, but I don't want to divert my attention from the men in front of me.

I take out the silver dagger, the only weapon I have left, which is also concealed in my boot, and use it to deal some harm to other supernatural beings before looking about.

I take one final look at the still individuals in front of me before casting a quick glimpse over my shoulder.

My breath catches, and my heart seems to stop too. What I see first are the most stunning blue eyes, which I had only glimpsed in the club. But now I can see the eyes' owner too; he's amazing, ruggedly handsome, with a bit of dark scruff along his well-defined jaw; his skin is a rich bronze, and his dark chestnut brown hair sits in messy waves atop his head. Honestly, I don't think anything could take my attention away from him.

I stand corrected, though, since the person standing next to him draws my focus entirely away from the first guy, which I noticed out of the corner of my eye.

The man standing next to him is a complete contrast to him; he has black eyes, clean-shaven skin, and flawless, pale white skin. His light-blonde hair is trimmed short on the sides and longer on top, groomed neatly. His stunning good looks make my knees weaken.

I am abruptly jolted out of my momentary craziness and back into reality when they both speak at the same time, using two distinct phrases that have the same meaning.

"Mate."

"Mine."