CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Caine kept attacking Quillan, trying to stop that evil vampire from drinking his daughter’s blood. Sarah had gone very still and quiet. Her romper was stained with blood, and her tiny fingers twitched as if trying to grasp something.
Caine bellowed in fury as Quillan ran his tongue down Sarah’s bleeding arm. The old vampire had regained most of his powers and he moved with superhuman speed, dodging Caine’s blows with ease. He was unable to teleport due to the silver bullet in his leg, but he could move and strike with deadly force and accuracy.
Caine stared at his daughter and knew that he was running out of time. Quillan had bitten Sarah on the arm and taken her blood. The bite wasn’t too deep but the little girl was losing blood fast.
Caine could see the old vampire’s gnawing hunger and greed. He was growing impatient. He was eager to drink the little phoenix dry and become the unstoppable, fearsome creature that he once was.
Caine forced himself to take a step back. Quillan was just a few feet in front of him, watching him with those cold, glittering eyes.
“You seem to care greatly for this young phoenix,” Quillan said. “You are willing to die for her even though she isn’t yours. Fascinating...” the vampire mused. “And foolish.”
Caine let out a very low growl and turned away slowly. He could feel Quillan’s eyes on him but he forced himself not to look back. Caine moved steadily towards the door at the other end of the room and tensed. Then he broke into a limping run.
He wanted Quillan to think that he was running away. Quillan was a predator and Caine knew that bloodthirsty predators loved to toy with frightened, wounded prey.
He had to pretend that he was too scared to fight. That he had given up.
Caine sensed the vampire behind him and ran faster down the dusty corridors. He skidded into the last hall at the back of the building as spun round. Quillan was right behind him, his red eyes glowing with the thrill of the hunt.
Caine watched the vampire come closer, and forced himself not to make a move. Yet.
The vampire was fast, too fast for Caine to chase. So he had to make Quillan chase him.
And now he had him right where he wanted him.
Caine snapped his jaws around the vampire’s leg and bit right down to the bone. Quillan roared and tried to fling him away, but Caine twisted viciously and brought the vampire down.
As Quillan fell, Caine ripped into the vampire’s torso. Quillan screeched and released Sarah. Caine moved in a flash and his daughter landed on his back. He slid the girl off his back and pushed her quickly out of the way.
Then he tore into the cruel, sadistic vampire with a vengeance. Quillan fought back but now he didn’t have the baby as a shield. Caine had held back before, as he was afraid of hurting his little girl. Quillan had used the baby to block his blows, and Caine couldn’t attack with the full force of his fury.
But now there was nothing to stop him. He ripped into the vampire, shredding his skin off his body and tearing half his face off. Quillan flew at him and tried to plunge his fangs into Caine’s neck. But Caine anticipated his move and twisted away. He turned round and saw Quillan rushing towards Sarah.
Caine moved with equal speed. He wasn’t going to let Quillan get his hands and fangs on his daughter.
His claws glinted as they sliced through the air. Quillan was just a fraction of an inch from Sarah. The old vampire’s red eyes blazed with blood lust as he opened his mouth wide to rip into the baby’s body.
Caine slashed down with raw rage and fury. This monster had hurt his baby and his mate!
There was a spray of black blood as Caine separated Quillan’s head cleanly from his body.