The Killers

Chapter 4

I jumped on the vampire nearest to me. He went for my neck and I ducked. I grabbed his neck and snapped it. See, that's the thing about vampires, they're all the same. They always go for the neck. They couldn't be more obvious. So, you don't really have to predict anything with them. Of course, this technique sometimes serves them, when they are battling less skilled opponents but, still, they could switch it up a bit. I think they don't do it on purpose. I think they can't help it. They feel the blood running through your veins and have no auto-control whatsoever.

I jump onto the next vampire, I pull her by the hair and once she is looking up snap her neck back, effectively leaving her decapitated. Her head rolls onto the floor and her body slumps against me, getting blood all over me. I push the body off and go on the next one.

This one, I grab from behind and just plainly snap his neck. He didn't even know he was being attacked. Two other vampires charge at me at the same time from opposite sides. When they get close enough, I enter my hand in their chests and pull their hearts out. I continue killing vampires until I see no more. Twelve, I killed twelve. I look over at Mason, he's standing in between a mess of bodies, limbs and heads. Wow, he was more gruesome than I was. I lock eyes with him, and he says, almost pissed "I got twelve." He's pissed because he thinks I beat him. I start looking around there's got to be one left. "So did I." There's shuffling to my right and we both snap our heads the way the sound came, behind a bush, there's a vampire, a girl hiding.

"She's mine, Grimaldi." I state.
"Back off, love." Mason says in a threateningly low voice. As if.

We both launch at her and as I grab her neck, Mason sticks his hand in her chest. He stares in to my eyes, one move on my part and he will rip her heart out. One move on his part, and I will snap her neck. It's going to be a bloody tie. Literally.

"Wait." I say. Then I direct my line of sight at the vampire who's struggling to breathe right now. "¿Qué quieres?" (What do you want?) I ask the girl who smiles up at me showing her teeth and fangs, covered in the blood she's coughing up. I asked her in Spanish, seeing as our pack is located in Colombia, and even though we communicate in English because we have many foreign members of the pack, the people in this country speak Spanish.  "Matarte." (To kill you.) She states, laughing cynically. At this, I feel movement behind me, I let go of her head and spin around in time to find a vampire with a syringe coming at me. I hear Mason pulling her heart out just as I grab the syringe from the vampire's hand and plunge it in his arm. From the utter look of horror in his face, I can tell whatever was in that is not good and is most probably poisonous. I watch as he starts throwing up blood and convulsing, the thing is he doesn't die. We as vampires and werewolves have regenerative abilities, so this is just meant to cause torture. I snap his neck.

I look at Mason, who just stares as me as if looking for a reaction from me. I'm not scared of some vampires. Never will I ever be scared of vampires. I was trained for this, to fight.

"Why do they want to kill you?" Asks Mason then he narrows his eyes at me. "What did you do?"

"Same reason they killed my mother, to send out a message." I answer his first question, deciding to ignore his second one. It's no secret that I have killed more vampires than I can count, but they all had it coming. They all came into pack territory. They were trespassers, pests and I hated them with a burning passion.

"I'm sorry about your mother." He says quietly.

"Don't be, it happened a long time ago." I answer harshly then sigh. "What I mean is, there's no point in dwelling on the past." I add more softly.

It's hard for me not being harsh and rude all the time, it's how I was brought up, I was not taught how to interact in an intimate matter with a person. I was just taught to kill. Yes, I can be civil, but there's a difference between being civil and being affectionate. I had trouble with the later. I know this Alpha standing besides me is my mate I just don't know how I'm supposed to act around him, how I'm supposed to be. I'm in unknown waters.

"Are you okay?" Mason asks worriedly, looking at my shirt which is covered in blood.

"Yeah, the blood isn't mine. Are you okay?" I ask back. I get why he's worried, it's part of being mates, I'm worried about the blood covering him too.

"I am, shortcake." He answers then smirks as he goes to tease me. "You look cute when you worry."

I can feel heat rushing up into my cheeks. What is that? Wait. Am I blushing? No, no, no. What is this alpha doing to me? I've never blushed in my life. This is disgusting.

"...and when you blush." He adds, mortifying me even further.

"I'm not cute, knock it off." I say and turn around walking off towards the house. He snickers and goes to follow me.

Once we get to the door of the house, I stop him before we go in.

"We need to talk, Alpha. Before anyone finds out we're mates, we need to talk." I state looking him directly in those gorgeous grey eyes of his. God, I could look at his eyes all day.

"I'll go to your room tonight Gianna, we can talk then." He agrees looking back into my eyes. I nod and we head inside.