I chose Luther. He was interesting to me, and he is a vampire.
When I watched the episode, he was so adamant about leaving, that revenge wasn't worth it. And, well, since we don't see him again until Kate is taken, I made up my own version of what went down beforehand. I hope everyone likes it. Vampires Bite When Bitten
I flipped a Zippo lighter in my hand back and forth, my movements lazy, only masking my current mood. Frustrated would be a pleasant feeling to the anger that was rolling inside me. I told her, told her
that revenge wasn’t worth it. My chair creaked loudly as I leaned back, my legs kicking the dirt ground.
“What about the others?” Kate said. I paid no attention to her. She didn’t deserve it right now.
It had been an hour or so since the hunters left, crashing my nest and killing some of my family. A petty few died. But that petty few made the mass of us less—a dying breed we were. At least Daniel Elkin’s was dead. Kate did right by that. One less warm body in the world wasn’t enough, though, compared to the thousands of cold ones that lay slain at Daniel’s hand.
“Hunters, Luther! Dammit, are you listening?”
To be honest, no I wasn’t, but I put on a fake smile and nodded nevertheless. She didn’t understand how much of a bitch
she could be. Always whining about something. I didn’t survive for over a hundred years by moaning my way through life—or un-life, I should say.
I closed the Zippo with a hard snap. My tone was just as biting as I said, “Shut up for a minute, Kate.”
I watched her eyes drop as her lips twitched down into a frown. She huffed, aggravated, but didn’t dare question my authority. None of them did—would
. I was the leader. That much was clear by my stance, my voice—all of it screamed power. Kate soothed her crinkled brow and stalked toward me. I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t entranced by the small piece of flesh poking from beneath her overly tight shirt and jeans. The way her hips swayed when she walked. I didn’t choose her for my mate for nothing.
Her fingers curled in my hair, her full lips pouting seductively out as she brushed them over my cheek, my mouth. She intertwined her legs around mine as she sat on my lap. “I didn’t mean to make you angry, baby.”
The reason why I was angry with her was suddenly frozen in the back of my mind, the cold chill in her breath fluttering across my skin the culprit to my immobile state. “I can make it all better, Luther. Please give me another chance.”
I would give this woman anything she wanted right now. I wouldn’t have minded. Really. But I couldn’t give in. I couldn’t become the hypocrite to my own words. It took more strength than it should have to push her body off mine. “I told you that revenge isn’t worth it, Kate.” I hardened my weak voice. She
made me weak. “No.”
“No,” I said. My tone stated the finality of the conversation. She wouldn’t dare counter it. Or perhaps she would. Kate was different from the others. Her self-defiance was one reason I chose her, and it was also the one thing that irritated me at the moment. I was the leader. It was a turn on, when done at the right moment—and now wasn’t one of them.
“I’m hungry,” I said.
“The hunters let some of the food go. There’s still some, but…” Kate whispered.
My eyes narrowed as I watched Kate’s tiny fingers curl around the handle of a small knife. She meant to feed me. On any other given day I would have given up and lunged at the opportunity to silence the dull ache in my gut, but not now, not when we all needed our strength. They could and would come back to finish us off. We needed to leave. Now.
“We’re leaving.” Again, no one in the barn argued my order, none but Kate. Typical. I watched as her eyes flicked to Bo. He was another annoyance of mine. I should just send him to the hunters and be done with him finally. The young vampire was more rogue than family. I could see his questioning eyes, even now, whenever I spoke of a matter he disliked. Was I dense enough to not see Kate and Bo together behind my back, as well?
But vampires weren’t loyal like humans. We didn’t share the same morals that flesh and blood—well, warm blood—carried. I didn’t necessarily care that he was screwing my mate. But his bigheaded attitude toward it made me want to snap his little neck, feast on his blood until he was nothing but a dry corpse. And I still might do that, if we made it through this alive. And I would
make it through it alive.
“Bo can go track the hunters down,” I said. This shocked the pack more than I expected. Did they not see how much I disliked him? But the grin Kate wore unnerved me more than it should. She was planning something.
“I’m going, Luther.” She demanded more than asked.
Dread filled the hungering ache in my stomach as she said that. No, Kate. I can’t let you go. You can’t leave me.
I waved my hand at her and shook my head. “No, Kate. You’re staying here.”
“Bo will just get his puny little ass killed if he goes alone.”
She had me there, but that was what I was kind of hoping for.
“Please, Luther. I messed this up in the first place. I killed Daniel
for Christ’s sakes. Killed him. C’mon. I won’t let anything happen to me, or to Bo.” She added that last part in to piss me off. And it worked. Didn’t women understand that they don’t usually get their own way when they piss off their mate? What was I supposed to say? Sure, go with your boyfriend to slaughter a few hunters. But make sure you’re back in time to warm my bed.
I growled as my eyes locked with the young vampire. I wanted to pull his already torn jean jacket over his head and snap it off. I raked my hands through my hair and let out a hard breath. I needed some air, badly. I turned on my heels toward the barn door.
“Where are you going, baby?” Kate asked, making no move to stop me, though.
“Food,” I snapped.
I didn’t wait to hear what her reply was and stepped into the cold night air. The dark sky was a warm blanket to my cold body, the moon a familiar light to my pale skin. My feet crunched over mountains of dead leaves as I walked at a human pace toward the surrounding woods. My throat burned, but not from the dry air, from the gnawing hunger tearing at my stomach.
Leaving was an excuse to get away from her, I knew that deep down. But it was also necessary to Bo’s survival. Another minute there and I would have happily torn out his throat and drained him dry. That would have at least satisfied my hunger. But it would have crushed her. I continued walking as I gazed at the nighttime canopy above me. I couldn’t do anything to hurt her. She knew this and used it against me. Bitch.
The border of the forest swirled a scent around me, sweet yet musky—the hunters. Their smell was imprinted on the trees they had touched, the leaves they had kneeled on, and the air that had encompassed them. Their aroma was now embedded in my mind. If I wanted to find them, I could. I was too engrossed with the dilemma to even pay mind to it back at the barn—too caught up with Kate to care. Not now. Now I had them.
Maybe she was right. What if we hunted them down and killed them? Destroyed all evidence. But the risk to my pack could cause great devastation. No, I couldn’t risk that. My mind was made up by the time I reached the city limits, a run down bar in my vision on the horizon.
I sucked in a large breath, capturing the lingering human scents in the air, before pushing open the door and stepping into the crowded room. At least fifty mortals were surrounding me, their visible throats enticing me as a large vein on every one pulsed against the thin layer of skin. I could see, smell, and hear their heartbeats, their blood.
A young girl brushed up against my leather jacket. She wore nothing but a halter-top and a skirt that could have been a washcloth judging by the size. Humans were so stupid. They did all of these things, calling me to them—welcoming death. The more skin, the more veins throbbing beneath their flesh, the deeper the hunger in me cried. This little blond girl deserved to die. Hell, she was practically asking for something to ravish the lush peach flesh. Who was I to deny stupidity?
I reached out, reflex mostly, and caught a beer bottle she dropped from her hand. I flashed a charming smile. “I think you dropped this, sweetheart.”
Her blood rushed to her face, beating red in embarrassment. “Oh…thank you.”
She was one of the idiots. Good for me, bad for her.
“Not a problem. What’s your name?” Damn. That was a bad move. Never ask your meal for a name. Wouldn’t anyone freak out if their steak answered ‘Joe’? That was my point. Never familiarize with the cattle.
“Julie,” she said to me, her blush still staining her cheeks. “You?”
“Luther.” Now I was talking to my food. Great.
I had screwed myself over from the moment I said ‘name’, but it was my mess to clean up, and I did. I talked her to death over her likes and dislikes—I even hugged
her once. But it all paid off when I smashed both of my hand against the brick wall her body was leaning on, trapping her head in the barrier of my arms.
She felt turned on, obviously. She snaked her fingers around my neck and pressed her warm lips against mine. I complied with her kiss. It would have been rude not to, right? Her mouth moved against mine more urgently, her desire being made quite clear. I could feel her heated breath beat against my cold skin as she broke away. I made my move. I traced her face with my mouth, a wet, heated trail left as I worked my way to her neck. I coiled my hand in her blond locks, slightly pulling her head to the side to give me better access.
Nipping at her already reddened skin, I felt my fangs fall into place. The throb against my gums was almost unbearable as I gazed at the hot skin waiting for me. She didn’t cry out right away when I sunk my teeth into her neck. I said not right away, so when she did finally realize what exactly was happening, she let out a terrified shrill. The alley caught most of the sound, but some escaped into the open streets.
To me, and this was the most awkward part, your food shouldn’t scream. She had practically begged for me in the bar! Didn’t she bring this down on herself? I half thought she did, half thought that I was too tired to start rationalizing my meals now.
Her body went limp. Her screams had turned into soft mewls against my neck, where her head was being cradled in the curve. And then silence. I let my arms loose and her body hit the concrete with a thud. I whipped my lips clean and sighed. I felt warm now, full, and better able to handle whatever nonsense Kate still wanted to discuss.
I made the trip back to the barn in a matter of minutes. Time was important—well, it wasn’t usually important to me because I had an eternity, but the hunters would be on their way soon. I had a family of my own to consider.
The second I walked into the barn, the dirt hazing around my steps, I noticed something was wrong. More than half of the pack was gone, and noticeably a certain brown haired mate and a scrawny punk, and Hank, too.
“Where are they?” I screamed.
Everyone cowered. Typical. The sound of a speeding car barreling down the driveway caused my head to whip to the door. In an instant, I was outside, the car’s headlights staring at me. Bo fumbled out of the car out of breath. I could see Emily’s cowboy hat in my peripheral vision. I hadn’t noticed she had left, too. Damn, I slipped up. That wasn’t good.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew where they had gone. I got right to the point. “Any sign of those three?”
Bo was shaking. His words trembled out of his mouth just as badly as his body when he said, “No. Something else. They cut off Hank’s head! What’re we gonna do?”What are
we going to do?
I wondered. No, Bo, you messed this up. As I was plotting all of the possible ways to decapitate the idiot painfully, a truck came speeding down the side road in the distance. The wind blew a familiar scent straight to my nose, hitting my gut hard with a painful twist. I walked a few steps, barely hearing Bo ramble on about Kate being in the truck. Another smell swirled around my nostrils. I inhaled deeply—the hunters.
“Kate,” I whispered. “She’s in that truck.” With barely a glance at the pack, I circled back around and started barking orders. “Emily, Steve and newbie, you come with me.”
“Luther! C’mon. You g-gotta l-let me help y-y-you out,” Bo stuttered.
I raised a hand to his plea. One hand was all it took to silence his nonsense. “Bo, if you’d be so kind as to stay behind with the others.” I didn’t ask him, I told him. And the defeat in his eyes was apparent as he stepped back toward the opening of the barn. He didn’t say anything else. I knew he wanted to go because he had developed some kinds of feelings for Kate when they screwed, but I didn’t care. She was mine, and mine alone to get back.
On the ride there, I kept wondering if it was a trap. Hell, I knew it was probably a trap. Why else was the hunter risking a nighttime cruise next to my nest? He wanted my attention. Unfortunately for him, he got it.
Our cars came to a halt. We were waiting for him to come this way, which I knew he would be at any minute. My tracking was far better than everyone else. I would bet he should be here in about one minute. If I could perspire, I would have. I was nervous as hell. The last hunter I’d faced off was back in 1940. I barely made it out alive. They are dirty mongrels that don’t like to use honor in a fight. Spar me one and one and see what the outcome would be.
Fifty-four seconds and a truck screeched its tires to a stop at my barricade. Six seconds off. Damn, I was messing up a lot tonight.
Me and the three other vampires stood firmly in place, watching as the older contemplated stepping out of the car now.
“Get out!” I yelled.
He listened. With a rope coiled around his hand, he stepped from the truck. We stared at one another for a few seconds before I asked, “Who are you?” Kate’s scent was killing me. I could smell her all around, and it was so hard to not rip his freaking head off. But I needed to remain calm, and civil, until I figured out her condition.
“Name’s Winchester,” he said. His voice was low, gruff. He was aged with years of experience, years of fighting. He was good. I would have to keep my guard up. I knew there were two others, and their scents were nowhere near right now.
“Where’s your friends?” My eyes narrowed. I think I already had figured it out before he said, “Cleanin’ out your nest.” Bastard. At least Bo was probably gone. The other vampires were a shame, though. I’d have to rebuild my nest when this was over. I firmed my stance once more. “Where’s Kate?” Stupid question, really. I knew she was in the truck, but I needed to steer our conversation in that direction.
He reached back into the truck, wrapping more rope around his worn hand. “Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered. I was going to rip his head from his thick neck.
My heart tightened when he pulled a knife to Kate’s throat. But more than that, the paralyzing scent of Kate’s blood washing over me hit my stomach with a hard punch. That bastard hurt her. I tried to keep my voice calm as I asked, “Kate, you alright?”
She struggled weakly. Something was wrong. “Dead mans blood.”
My teeth clicked hard against each other. “You son-of-a-bitch.”
The hunter had the upper hand. “I want the colt, Elkin’s gun. Trade.”
The bastard had the audacity to demand a trade, not question one. And to think that the idiot wanted a gun? I would have thought it would have been revenge for Elkin’s spilled blood. Oh well. “Is that what this is all about? We’ll kill you.” I was curious.
“It isn’t for you…” I heard part of what he said. The rest of his rambling was filled with Kate and mine’s silent speaking. I turned her long ago. We did this often when needed. I wordlessly told her to punch the bastard when she had a chance. She winked back. Oh, crap, he was done talking.
“Alright,” I said, unsure. I hope that was the right thing to say. I set the gun down.
It was, the idiot smiled widely before motioning with his head for me to back up. “Back up further,” he voiced. Geez, he was picky, but I obliged. I watched as he moved cautiously to the gun. Still holding Kate, he reached down and grabbed the piece quickly.
Now I had him. I shook my head and grinned. “That’s a nice move,” I taunted. “You almost made it.” And with one wink back to Kate, she ripped free and elbowed the bastard in the jugular.
He didn’t have time to recover before, with vampire speed, I hit him square in the jaw. He hit the truck door, shattering the glass into hundreds of pieces that fell over his fallen body. I smirked. Idiot. Swish!
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emily’s cowboy hat fall as she grabbed an arrow sticking from her chest. Damn, I didn’t even smell them coming! Another arrow cut through the air and landed in Steve’s chest. I spun around, seeing the flash of one of the hunters at my side. I grabbed him, wrapping my arm tightly around his throat. His choking pleas were satisfying, almost as much as the feral glare the other, protective hunter gave when his eyes landed on his friend.
The shorter-haired hunter bent forward, a sharp machete in hand. The blade was covered with Bo’s blood. The idiotic vampire’s blood wasn’t hard to filter out from the others. He dared to step forward. “Don’t! I’ll break his neck.” I firmed the grip I had on the taller hunter. “Put the blade down.”
Of course he listened to me. He cared a lot for the kid I had in my arms. I could admire that, and I could use that to my advantage. This whole situation pissed me off. “You people. Why can’t you just leave us alone! We have as much right to live as you do.” We did. And I hope Kate understood now what happened when you messed with their kind. They were ruthless, unforgiving, and didn’t see reason. Now she would realize why I just wanted to leave.
The eldest hunter muttered something in response. I turned, a little afraid for once, as I my eyes locked with the hollow barrel of the colt. My vision could easily see the moments—too quick for a human to process—as the gun moved back in his thick fingers, a silver object hurling through down the shaft.
Instantly I felt it. Instantly my hands were numb, my body paralyzed. And instantly I regretted coming out here. I felt my head fling back a little. Something electric sparked in my forehead. My eyes hung open and wouldn’t close. I wanted to say something, speak, but the liquid running in my veins wasn’t my own anymore, my body wouldn’t listen to reason. My chest heaved as my legs lost feeling and collapsed. I think I felt my knees hit the pavement as my arm moved out to catch my weightless body. It felt like my head was on fire. That was the only sensation I could feel.
Kate, I thought. I knew I was dying. I had never known fear as I did then. For over a hundred years I wanted nothing but to be left alone, wanted nothing but a family. Then, in an instant, everything was stripped away from me. Please, I begged whoever, don’t let it end like this.
A white almost blue light sparked in front of me, then everything went black.