The Pureblood Vampire Huntress | 18+✔

Book 2⌇9. Your Life Is Mine

Chapter 9 ∣Your Life Is Mine

-Evicka

I step out of the entrance door, scanning the gravel driveway...though, I don't see anything.

"Evie, RUN!"

That's Killian's voice.

I glance to my right, noticing cloaked figures standing on the open grassy field. The rain falls hard, but I can still make out Killian and Zak...on their knees before what appears to be their leader.

As Killian yells out his warning, the figure's attention is immediately drawn to me.

Apparently, they hadn't even known I was here.

His white irises lock onto me. He wears dark cargo pants and a black trench coat. His dark blue cowl blocks most of his face from my view.

I'm frozen...

Killian...

"I told you to RUN!" Killian yells once more before he's backhanded across the face by their leader.

He's stronger than them...

Why doesn't he fight back?

Anger gradually builds within me as I push off the ground, dashing straight toward the group...ignoring my better judgment.

I will not leave my friends to die.

"Evicka, no!" Zak's voice carries out in the rain. He struggles against the hunter that holds him in place.

I breathe in sharply, dive rolling onto the grass in front of me just as two hunters rush up to my sides. It takes them only seconds to adjust their paths and continue chasing me as I set my sights on their leader.

It's then that I realize how many hunters are in their group. There are at least thirty-five, all emerging from their hiding places.

How are there so many?

I growl, taking hold of the hunter's wrist that attempts to lunge at me. His bones shatter, a scream piercing through the downpour, as I yank him in front of my path, launching myself off his side and evading three more hunters that try to attack me.

As I bring my attention back to my target, the sound of gunfire breaks through the rain. My speed diminishes as I feel a burning sensation in my upper thigh. I glance down, a dart sticking out of my cargo pants.

No...

I see their leader, standing with a gun aiming at me as smoke drifts from the barrel. The effects of the undiluted silver instantly enter my bloodstream.

I slide across the wet grass, tackled from behind as a hunter holds me down with his full weight. He easily was able to close the gap between us with the side effects taking hold of me. I struggle to pull my wrist to my lips, breaking free for a moment.

"I don't know how, but she's the one with blood magic," the leader informs my captor. In the next moment, I feel something prick my neck before a cold fluid is injected into my body.

What was that?

I feel a pair of strong hands latch onto my ankles, pinning them down to the ground. Four more hunters come to circle around where I'm being held down. Their presence is to make sure I can't get away. I finally can bring my wrist in front of my mouth when I see a pair of dark combat boots enter my field of vision.

"I wouldn't do that...if I were you."

My eyes glance up, finding their leader standing a few feet in front of me.