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their twisted plans for the inebriated couple.

Two vamps. Two potential human victims who had no idea they were about to be fed upon by creatures who delighted in inflicting pain. Immortal Guardians had recently taken an unprecedented step and begun attempting to recruit vampires who had not yet succumbed to the madness. These guys didn’t fall into that category. Bad news for them. Good news for her. She really wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Lisette raced forward so fast she blurred, little more than a breeze humans couldn’t follow with their eyes. Zipping past the young couple, she barreled into the vampires like the athletes she so loved to watch in the NFL and drove them back behind the nearest building. The vampires hit the ground hard as she released them. Out of sight of the humans, she drew her shoto swords. The vamps’ eyes lit up like candles, glowing blue and green. Her own, she knew, glowed a vibrant amber. “Immortal Guardian,” one vampire sneered, making the title an insult. She saluted him with a sword as the vamps drew bowie knives longer than her damned forearm. One good thing about vampires: Most were college students who had been turned after spending most of their leisure time lounging on their asses, gaming, texting, and surfing the Internet. Few had any real skill with weapons. Unlike Lisette, who had trained with a master swordsman. The vampires attacked simultaneously. Shoto swords met bowie knives, swept them aside, and struck flesh. Howls of pain pierced the night. The pungent aroma of wild fury mixed with fear suffused the air, accompanied by the metallic scent of blood. One vampire circled around behind her. Lisette merely turned to the side and continued to swing her swords, striking metal, metal, flesh, metal, flesh, flesh, flesh. The more blood she drew, the more careless they became, at last allowing her to strike major arteries. They dropped to their knees, spewing epithets and slavering like rabid dogs as they bled out faster than the virus that infected them could repair the damage. Weak and furious, they continued to cut the air with their weapons. Lisette took a couple of steps backward and waited as they collapsed and drew their last breaths. It would’ve been a hard thing to watch had she not heard

A moment passed. Their bodies began to shrivel up like mummies as the virus devoured them from the inside out in a desperate bid to continue living. Dr. Melanie Lipton had told Lisette this virus behaved like no other on the planet, and the proof lay—disintegrating on the ground—before her. She glanced around to ensure no humans loitered nearby. “Don’t do it,” she counseled herself softly as a compulsion grew within her. Yet again, the words didn’t stop her. Sighing, she looked up and searched the rooftops around her, waiting to see if a dark, winged figure would separate itself from the shadows. It didn’t. “You knew he wouldn’t be there,” she muttered with disgust, and bent to retrieve the bowie knives. “Who wouldn’t?” a deep voice queried softly. Gasping, she straightened and spun around. “You.” Just as she had imagined a thousand times, a tall figure emerged from the darkness and slowly approached her. Damned near seven feet tall, he towered over her five-foot six-inch form. Dark leather pants. No shirt. Just a leanly muscled form bereft of hair except for the raven tresses that adorned his head and fell beneath his shoulders. Behind him spread beautiful wings that would span twelve or fourteen feet when fully extended. Nearly translucent, the feathers that graced them were the same tan as his skin at the wings’ base and darkened to black at their tips. Her fingers curled as she remembered touching them. Just once. So soft. Like the hair on a newborn baby’s head. “Zach,” she breathed. The last time she had seen him he had saved her life. Stopping several feet away, he closed his eyes for a moment. “You remember my name.” “Of course I do,” she said, heart racing. “It’s only been four months.” His eyes opened, so dark a brown they were nearly black. “Is that how long it’s been? Four months?” She nodded. “Who were you looking for?” he asked. “You,” she admitted, though she knew she shouldn’t. A month ago, when curiosity and no recent sightings had driven her to ask about this intriguing, yet formidable immortal, Seth had not reacted well. Face dark with rage, he had instructed her to forget Zach and to stay away from him. Zach tilted his head to one side. “Why?”

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