Academy of Blood and Magic

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Everything went crazy.

Brandon was on top of the guy, his fists swinging so fast they were a blur.

"Brandon, stop!" I screamed and rushed forward to pull him off of the sorcerer but Nick grabbed me from around the waist and yanked me backward. I struggled against him but he tightened his grip. He was too strong for me.

"Let me go!" I screamed.

"Have you lost your mind?" he yelled in my ear. "You don't try to get close to a vampire during a fight!"

"I need to get to him!"

A couple of sorcerers ran forward, grabbed Brandon by his arms, and tried to pull him off of the guy, but Brand tossed them away like they were nothing and continued to pummel the sorcerer beneath him, so enraged his eyes were beginning to glow blood red. I panicked. He'd only ever gotten this mad one time in his life, and he nearly ripped a guy in two. I had to get in there.

I closed my eyes and whispered a quick spell that had Nick flying backward. I heard him hit the wall behind us but I didn't turn around to see him hit the ground; I ran towards Brandon and grabbed him by his shirt and started pulling him off.

"Brandon stop!" I yelled.

He snapped his head up and snarled, but he froze when he saw it was me. His eyes immediately went back to their familiar brown color. He looked down at the sorcerer he'd been pummeling and a horrified expression crossed over his face.

I grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet. The sorcerer groaned, meaning that he was thankfully alive. Everyone around was staring at us in shock.

"Come on," I said and tugged him towards the stairs. "We're out of here."

Tristan and a few other sorcerers stepped in front of us, blocking our path. Their eyes shined with anger.

Oh, no.

"You piece of shit," Tristan growled, his voice laced with rage. "You think you can just come in here and beat up my little brother?"

Ah, shit.

"Please, just let us go," I begged, not wanting to have to break up another fight. "We'll leave and won't cause any more trouble."

"Shut up," Tristan growled.

"Hey!" Brandon barked and stepped in front of me, shielding me away from them. "Don't talk to her like that!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Tristan egged him on. "I can talk to the bitch anyway I want to, bloodsucker."

My blood ran cold. He was going to get killed now.

Brandon roared and lunged at him.

Everything was a blur.

I saw Brandon on top of Tristan. One of the sorcerers cast a spell that sent Brandon flying across the room. I shot my hand and sent the guy flying across the room as well, knocking down everyone else like bowling pins. He crashed through one of the tables, the wood splintering and flying in the air.

Brandon leaped to his feet, snarling, his eyes blood red again, his fangs now completely extended. He wasn't just pissed and wanting to pummel all these jackasses. No, he was out for blood now.

I ran towards him and cast a shield around him so that no one else would try to attack us. I turned to him and grabbed him by his shoulders. He kept looking over my shoulder, hissing, his eyes bright crimson. He strained against my grip. He was trying to restrain himself from attacking everyone but he was so enraged his mind was fogged.