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Chapter 3

Nikki's PoV

Ellie and I walk for a few minutes, checking the front rooms.

"Okay... I know that look. What did I do wrong this time?" I whisper.

My mom sighs,"Nicole, it's your father."

My heart stops in my chest,"He doesn't have much time, does he?"

"Not unless he keeps borrowing grace."

I look at her,"What?"

"If he takes grace from other angels then he'll have more time."

"But that makes him no better than Metatron." I snap.

"Your dad would be doing it to survive. Metatron was doing it to be a dick." she hisses.

I hold up my hand as I hear movement to my left. Ellie falls quiet and cocks her head towards the noise. She barely has time to react before the vampire attacks her. Ellie swings her machete and by sheer luck, chops the head of the vamp off.

"We'll continue this later." she says.

I nod as I fight off one vamp. "Sounds good." I try to duck as the vamp swings her arm at my face. She scratches my cheek. I back up a few steps and she advances. This maneuver allows me to gain the time to be able to lift the machete and swing it. The vampires head towards us, swarming like a bunch of flies.

Ellie and I stand back to back as we look at what we're up against. They've managed to completely surround us.

"Son of a bitch." I breathe.

"Just do what you can. Sam and Cas should be headed up this way soon." Ellie says,"There were probably none to very little vamps back there seeing as they swarmed here."

I nod and feign a lunge at the vamp closest to me. "On three..." I whisper. "One... Two... Three."

Ellie and I go to work on taking out as many vamps as we can. We cover each other the best that we can, but accidents were bound to happen; it's just the kind of luck we have. Ellie was taking care of a vampire and I was taking care of one as well. Another one lunges at me from my left, one of the many blind spots I have. He tackles me to the ground. The machete skids out of my hand and the one I had been fighting picks it up, mockingly. He vampire pins me down and smirks,"What a pretty little thing..." he brushes his nose against my neck, as if he was inhaling my scent. A pleased sound leaves his lips,"This one's special. You can smell it on her."

I struggle a bit as the vampire holding my machete joins her partner. She copies the motion of the male and her eyes widen. "Jason will be very pleased with that."

The male's eyes sparkle,"He will." he gets off of me and grabs me by the arm. "One wrong move and you're dead." he breathes in my ear.

I shiver and pray to my dad to come to the back end of the hospital. "Mom!" I call.

Ellie briefly looks at me as the male vampire gets me into the stereotypical hostage position.

"You come towards us, I snap her neck." he warns.

She considers her odds. I shake my head slightly and mouth,"Dad's coming. Stay here. I'll get out." She sighs and rolls her eyes at me but continues on her mission to kill the vampires she could.


My head turns quickly to the right as the fifth or sixth punch in a ten minute period connects with my jaw. I spit out the blood that's filling my mouth. I glare at the people who threw the punch.

The male vampire, Brian, shakes his fist out a bit."Now, let's try this again, what the hell are you?"

I silently glare at him. Another punch is thrown, this time it's to my ribs. The force of the hit causes me and the chair I'm tied to to fall to the floor with an loud thump. The hit cracked a few of my ribs. I take a few breaths to calm my beating heart.

The girl, Alyssa, kicks me hard in the gut. A slight groan escapes my lips and she keeps kicking. After about twenty kicks, she stops.

Alyssa pulls aside Brian. "I smell a man on her. A scent I don't know who it belongs to."

Brian nods,"Could be her mate."

I spit out more blood. "Are you guys going to torture me and figure out what the hell I am or are you going to try to figure out who I'm mating with?"

Brian lets out an irritated noise as he roughly stands the car back up. He grabs my chin in his hands, his nails digging in slightly to my cheek. "You listen here, you bitch, the only reason why we haven't sucked you dry is because you've got a scent that signifies you're not human. And that means your blood could be more powerful or poison to us. So if you comply like a good little girl, we'll consider letting you live as our blood bank."

I spit some blood in his face,"Go to Hell."

Brian hisses slightly as he wipes his face off. He digs his nails into my skin,"What are you."

"A female." I smirk.

Alyssa rolls her eyes and delivers a blow, right to my temple, knocking me out.


When I come around, I groan in pain and am confused to find out I'm not tied up to the wooden chair that I had been tied up to, but instead I'm half-laying, half-sitting up in a bed. I frown as I look at my surroundings. I'm in my room at my parents' house. The same room I grew up in. I start to sit up more and eventually slide out of bed, but two familiar hands stop me.

"Oh no.. You're staying put." Sam says.

I frown,"What happened? All I remember is being punched by the vamp..."

Sam sits on the bed next to me. "You've been out for at least two if not three hours. I don't know how long you'd been out for when we found you."

"Oh..." I frown.

"You gave your husband quite a scare." Ellie smiles as she leans on the doorframe.

"Did not." Sam mutters as his hand finds mine and intertwines our fingers.

"You said so yourself, you thought she was half dead." Ellie continues.

I laugh but the laughter turns to groans of pain which in turn becomes swearing.

My husband frowns,"Breathe, Nikki..." he brushes some hair out of my face before kissing my forehead.

"Don't laugh. Your ribs are pretty cracked. Your father did what he could." her voice has a tinge of sadness and guilt surges through me.

"Is he okay?" I whisper.

"Yeah, he's resting now. Let me know if you need anything, I'm going to make sure that he doesn't try to move too much." As soon as the words leave her mouth, a harsh cough sounds through the house. She sighs,"Get some rest. Sam, make sure she stays put."

Sam nods once as she walks out. He sighs and swings his legs onto the bed. "You feeling okay? Not in too much pain?"

I shake my head and scoot closer to Sam, resting my head on his shoulder. His hand rests lightly on my hip. "Did you really think I was dead?" I quietly ask.

He looks down at me and sighs,"I did, but in my defense it was because I came into the room from behind you and I could see you were breathing or hear a pulse yet."

I smile and kiss him gently,"It's all good.. I'm not dead. You'll have to try harder if you want me dead." I joke, but it's halfhearted.

Sam notices this and pulls me closer to him,"Hey, don't blame yourself for Cas getting worse."

"If I hadn't gotten hurt then he wouldn't have considered healing me."

A sigh leaves my husband's lips,"We'll fix it. I promise, but for right now I need you to rest." he traces a bruise that graces my cheek.

I kiss him,"I love you."

Sam grins at me,"Love you too." he returns the kiss. My dad's heartbreaking cough echoes through the house again and I frown. Sam holds me in his arms, rubbing my back, trying to keep me from getting too upset.

"It's going to be fine." I mutter, but it's more for my sake than anything.


Chapter written by Nikki