This is probably going to be the last chapter from Edwards POV. We're going back to Anita next time :)
Anyways, i hope you enjoy it.
Edward's POV
It was approximately 32 steps to the front of the warehouse we were heading for, and we were 19 steps forward when Nathanial fell to his knees and cried out. A second later, the same cry echoed from the direction the vamps had gone in, with what little knowledge I had of the triumvirate, I figured it was probably Damian.
'Nathanial, Natty come on. What's wrong?' Micah was crouched by the side of his fallen pard mate, one hand on his shoulder, the other still grasping his gun. Nathanial took deep, calming breaths, his violet eyes blinking away tears.
'She's breaking down the walls, but it's the Mother's power she's using. God, Micah, can't you feel it. She's so angry and scared.' Nathanial whimpered again, Micah hugged him into him for a second before standing and holding out his free hand to him.
'Come on, Nathanial, we have to help her now before this gets any worse.' Micah whispered. I agreed with Anita, Micah's practicality was one of the best things about him. Nathanial took another deep breath, rolled his shoulders and then let Micah help him up. A second later, we took out twentieth step and were back on our way to saving her. Although, from what I'd just heard, she might be in the business of saving herself right now.
It took less than thirty seconds to jog to the door of the warehouse, and then a little more than that for Micah to listen against the cold metal of the door and listen for whatever was going on inside.
'She's… I don't know what's happening, but it sounds like they're both hurt.. There's blood but..' He took a deep breath, tasting the air. 'It's not all Anita's. She's fighting back somehow.' I mentally smiled to myself, of course she was, this was Anita. She always survived. Micah stepped back from the door to stand beside Nathanial, both of them holding their guns towards the door like they know what they're doing. Good, tonight was not amateur hour. I thought there was a high possibility I'd have to kick the door in, given that I hadn't brought the lock pick with me, but a twist of the door handle swung the door open inward. That bastard was so arrogant that he'd left the door open, assuming we wouldn't find him. It was probably going to be the last mistake he made.
Stepping inside, it felt like I was being battered and whipped by invisible ropes. Both Nathanial and Micah shuddered and looks of pain crossed their faces. It was power, and damn, it was strong because I was feeling it. Anita had always described me as a psychic null, I'd never felt power like this before, and I never wanted to again. The power was distracted from, however, when a door on the opposite side to where the vamps would be coming from opened, and in stepped the witch Olaf had been spending so much time with. I felt anger flow through me, for her trapping me with her power, for her trapping Anita with her power, for letting this happen. I turned to her and held the gun perfectly steady, aiming for the spot between her eyes. She froze when she saw us, but didn't look worried. I felt the beginning's of the power from earlier begin to creep its way towards me, and my arms began to lower. I wouldn't get the shot off before she got to us, and then we'd all be screwed. The terror from earlier washed over me again, but only for a moment, before a gunshot to my left rang out, the power drifted away, and the wicked witch of the fucking west dropped to her knee's holding now blood covered hands to a brand new bullet hole in her chest. I glanced a look sideways to see Nathanial stood with his feet shoulder width apart, his gun held steady in a two hand stance, I watched as he looked down the sight and pulled the trigger again, this time aiming for the same spot between the eyes as I had. The witch fell forwards, the power levels lowered a little, and we had a moment of reprieve. Then Anita screamed.
We turned in tandem to see Anita, blood soaked, heavily injured, barely conscious, and with Olaf towering above her with a knife in his hand. He was slowly advancing on her, and I watched as her strength began to fail her. Slowly, she collapsed more and more, her eyes fluttering in a desperate attempt to stay conscious. Micah, Nathanial and I raised our guns together, each aiming for a different part of his body. I heard a door rip open on the other side of the room and watched as Jean-Claude, Asher and Damian poured into the room, and then we took our shots.
Nathanial hit Olaf's shoulder, I hit just left of his spine and Micah went for the right knee-cap. Somehow, unspoken, we had decided to leave him incapacitated but alive. I was betting they both knew what I did, that when Anita woke up, she'd want to kill him herself. Anita had crumbled unconsciously, I hoped it was just unconsciously, to the floor completely once Olaf had been out of her line of sight. He was now groaning, writhing weakly against the floor in a pathetic attempt to somehow get away. Asher and Damian had moved to crouch beside him defensively, and they were angry. Snarling at him, snapping jaws and letting their eyes grow old and empty and cold. I had never been more glad for that sight. I joined them, standing over Olaf's head with my gun pointed right between his eyes.
Jean-Claude was cradling Anita's head in his lap, brushing blood matted hair away from her pain, blood streaked face and feeling for a pulse at the same time. He must have found one, because the relief on his face was painfully clear. A tension I hadn't know I'd been holding rolled out of my shoulders at the confirmation that she was alive, and then I went back to sighting down my gun and Olaf's bloody face. His entire body looked like it had been whipped, the deep wounds bleeding profusely. Anita's body was covered in the same kind, along with a few that were obviously Olaf's blade work. The deepest of those was right across her stomach, and I swallowed past the nausea building as I thought what she might have lost because we hadn't been here sooner. I might not have been particularly ecstatic that she'd mated with the monsters, but she was, and it would kill her to have lost her child to this bastard.
Nathanial and Micah, now shirtless, were holding their clothes against the deepest of the wounds they could see on her and pressing as much of their skin against her. It wasn't sexual, it looked like they were trying to keep her warm with their bodies, and I was glad. I knew that lycanthropes needed their animals near during healing, and right now it looked like Anita needed all the help she could get. All we could do now was wait, either until Anita woke up to tell us what to do with Olaf, or we urgently needed to get her to a hospital. We probably should already be doing the latter, but she'd be pissed if we didn't give her the kill. I knew that much, so we waited, and I stared into the cold eyes of that sick bastard and prayed that Anita would wake up in time to watch the life drain from his eyes herself.
I didn't have to wait long, it was only a few moments later when she began to flicker and fight her way out of the three men holding her. Her eyes were flickering open, and she sat to look at the writhing mass of bastard on the floor. The power began to build again, and she raised black eyes to stare at me. God damn, she was pissed.