Slamming her hands against the silver tin door, Dylan charged out of Rhombus. Her mess of sweaty curls bounced up and down as she stomped down the sidewalk toward her apartment building. She let the door swing wildly, and it struck the outside wall with a force that shook the interior of the club, but not a person inside would notice. As the door almost swung back into its frame,Adriancollided with it. The last thing he expected was the slayer to storm out after their introduction.
“Hey! Dylan!” he shouted as he forced himself out the door.
“Go back to where ever you came from,” the slayer shouted over her shoulder as she reached an intersection.
“What’s your problem?”Adrianshouted back, quickening his step to catch up with her.
Stopping in her tracks, the slayer lingered at the edge of the asphalt road. Bringing her hands up to her chest, Dylan balled her hands into a fist. She took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The rubber soles of his black leather shoes scraped against the concrete sidewalk, and she knew he stopped behind her when the steps stopped. Dylan came to Rhombus to blow off some steam and have a good time. For at least a couple of hours, she did not have to be the slayer.
“You’re not my Watcher. I don’t need or want you to be my Watcher. I do this Slayer gig in an unofficial capacity,” she said with her back toAdrian.
“You know as well as I do that there’s nothing unofficial about being a slayer,”Adrianreplied.
“All your job description says is to tell your Slayer how to do her job, but it’s not you out there every night risking your life. So just get out of my face,” Dylan retorted.
As the white light of the walk symbol glared into the night, Dylan’s feet took her across the street. Rivers of brown rain-water flowed down the gutters of every street, but the pounding rain had stopped for the moment.Adrianfollowed with hasty steps and hopped onto the curb next to the slayer. He reached out and clasped his hand around the bare skin of her upper arm and pulled back to stop her forward motion.
“Just stop a second and listen to me,”Adriansaid.
“Don’t ever touch me!” Dylan shouted as she pulled against his hold.
GrabbingAdrianby the throat, the slayer pressed her free forearm against his chest and forced her weight toward the blackened windows of the closed corner shop. The bottom of his feet scraped against the sidewalk as his back hit the window sending spider-webbing cracks through the glass. He struggled to breathe as the airways of his neck were constricting faster and faster underneath Dylan’s grip.
Downtown Havermill appeared like any suburban town on the east coast. The storefronts lined with windows and above the shops; dark red brick apartments overlooked the city. Sandwich boards with daily specials and one-day only sales usually sprawled across the streets, but in the quiet of the night, the gray sidewalks were bare and cold. Large planters of pink and purple petunias hung from the street lamps and swung back and forth in the gusting winds that ripped down the streets.
Adriansqueaked out a few slurred words as he placed his hand on the slayer’s other arm and pushed her off him. She released her grip aroundAdrian’s throat but kept her arm pinning his back against the window.
“I get it…” he said as he pushed harder against her arms, “you need to be in control.”
Locking her knees and leaning forward, Dylan pressed all of her weight into her arm acrossAdrian’s chest. She would not let him come off the window, and the slayer stood close enough where she could feel his huffed breaths forced from his throat.
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Dylan the Vampire Slayer
ParanormalWhen 17-year-old Dylan Hennessy found out she was a Potential, her world was overcome by vampires and demons. She was forced to learn, and quickly, all there was to know about the mystical, the magical, and all the evil entities she never knew exis...
