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Chapter Eighteen

Nicole groaned as she slowly came to. Her head was pounding and she could feel her cheek swelling. As her mind slowly caught up with her, she snapped her eyes open and looked around, desperate to be sure Adam was safe.

Adam was still unconscious, tied to a steel pole across from Nicole, slumped in his chair. When Nicole tried to move, she found her hands bound behind her around another steel pole. At least it was rope, she consoled herself. Handcuffs would have been harder to get out of. As she continued to survey the surroundings, she guessed they were in a warehouse, possibly on the east end of town where the more industrial section was. There was no sign of their captor.

"Adam," Nicole kept her voice low as she struggled with the ropes binding her. "Adam."

A groan escaped Adam as his brow crinkled and his eyes struggled open, "Where are we?"

"East side of town would be my guess," Nicole answered.

Adam became more alert. Nicole could see fear in his eyes but he kept his cool as he asked, "Who was that man?"

"I don't know," Nicole answered honestly, "But I don't plan on being here when he gets back."

Adam focused on her, watching with fascination as she worked at the bindings. Suddenly, Adam's eyes narrowed, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

Nicole sighed and stopped struggling in order to look Adam in the eye, "My dad taught me."

"Why?"

Nicole wasn't going to lie anymore. As far as she was concerned, Adam being tied up with her put him far beyond the normal standing in the paranormal. He was one hundred percent involved now and he deserved to know. "It's part of our job."

"Our job?" Adam asked.

Nicole nodded, "We hunt supernatural beings that are hurting people and we get rid of them."

Adam nodded slowly, digesting her words, "Beings like what?"

Nicole again began working at the bindings, "Spirits, demons, shape shifters-"

"Vampires," a cold voice interrupted and the man that had attacked them stepped from the shadows.

Upon seeing him, Nicole's eyes hardened, every instinct she had flared up and she let her Hunter self take control. With each step the man took, she studied him. He was tense, itching for a fight, and his eyes were full of pain ever though his face was hard and emotionless.

"Who are you?" Nicole asked, trying to keep the attention on herself so the vampire would leave Adam alone.

"Who I am doesn't matter," the vampire was close enough to stroke her cheek. "What matters is that you must die." Nicole tensed under his touch and he cooed, "Oh no, not yet. We must wait for your father to get here so he can watch as the light leaves your eyes."

"Go to Hell," Nicole spat.

The vampire laughed coldly, "You don't know the meaning of Hell."

"What do you want?" Nicole asked as she continued to work at the bands holding her, only now, she was more subtle about it and kept the man talking so he wouldn't become suspicious.

Turning suddenly, the vampire stalked around Adam, his finger tracing a line around Adams neck as he circled him, "I want revenge. I want my daughter back. You stupid hunters never stop to think about us and our families, you just kill us. Slaughter us like dogs. You think we're the monsters but you and your kind are just bloodthirsty savages. Well I've had enough, now it's your blood that's going to spill," he pulled out a long, thin knife and gripped it tightly.

Nicole kept up her poker face but her eyes afraid as she watched the vampire hold the knife to Adam's throat, "He's not a hunter. There's no need to hurt him,"

The vampire smirked up at her, "No, but it seems you have quite the attachment to him."

Adam stayed still as the blade was slowly lifted from his neck. At the last minute, he vampire slashed the blade across Adams cheek and a thin line of blood appeared. Adam flinched.

Nicole flinched as well, "Son of a bitch." Her voice broke slightly.

The vampire's grin was triumphant, "So the tough young hunter does have a weak spot." He popped open the first several buttons on Adam's shirt and again raised his knife.

Nicole tried to jump up but the bands were still tight. She struggled furiously against them, "Please. Please don't hurt him. Get away from him!"

The vampire lowered his knife and turned to her, a wicked predatory gleam in his eye. "That's more like it. I like it when a girl begs."

He bent down before her so he was eye level and traced the knife along her check. In the other chair, it was Adam's turn to squirm. Nicole met his eyes and shook her head, warning him not to make a move.

I can't let him hurt you, Adam's eyes said as he looked into her eyes.

It will be ok. Please, be still. Nicole responded.

Nicole, the desperation in his eyes made the breath catch in her throat. She had to protect him.

Trust me. Behind her back, she began working at the knots as she returned her gaze to the vampire, "Please, don't hurt him."

The vampire's grin was full of hunger as he traded the knife for his hand and stroked her neck. "Beg."

Nicole fought back the impulse to spit in his face rather than beg to this monster, but she had to keep Adam safe. She managed to squeeze a few tears out of her eyes and gave her pleading look. "Don't hurt him."

Suddenly, the vampire seized her jaw and pulled her into a hungry, demanding kiss. Adam jerked violently in his chair while Nicole fought back the desire to bite the vampire's tongue. If she did and his blood got into her system, she'd become one of them. So she sucked it up and let him kiss her. She was close to getting the knots undone; she could feel the bands loosening.

The vampire moved from her lips to her neck, causing her to freeze. His teeth grazed the vein just under her skin. Having a vampire at your throat was playing with fire and Nicole had to pray he didn't succumb to his desire for blood. When he pulled away, she sighed with relief until he produced his knife.

Shit, she thought, this is going downhill fast.

The vampire traced the blade lightly along her collar bone, from her right side to her left. "You're so much prettier than your picture," his voice was low and tight as he fought to control the urge. "It's really a shame I have to kill you." He looked into her eyes and fear shot down her spine. His eyes were dark pits of brutal hunger.

"But there's no reason I can't have a little fun first, yes?" He applied more pressure to the knife and a trickle of blood blossomed on Nicole's skin. She gasped in pain as he dragged the blade across the left side of her collar bone. As he watched the blood trickle across her skin, his nostrils flared. He bent down and licked at the wound before closing his mouth over t and sucking gently.

Adam was struggling desperately in his chair and he cried out, "Leave her alone!"

Suddenly, the rope around Nicole's wrists slackened and her hands were free. She grabbed the vampire's wrist and twisted so the knife fell with a clang to the floor. The vampire looked up in surprise as she brought her leg up to knee him in the groin. He cried out as she slipped around him, snatched the knife and ran to Adam.

She cut his binds and grabbed his hand as she ran for the door. The vampire roared in rage as they burst out into alleyway. Nicole ran towards the street and took in their surroundings.

They had been in warehouse beside another smaller building, possibly an office. Other than that, there were no buildings just mounds of wood and steel and various construction equipment. Nicole ran for a stack of wood, dragging Adam behind her as they ducked behind it.

"Are you ok?" She whispered to Adam.

"Are you ok?" He retorted, taking her shoulder lightly and looking at the wound in the dim light.

Nicole glanced toward the building where any minute the vampire would emerge. With her wound bleeding openly, hiding was pointless; he'd sniff her out in a second.

"Take this," Nicole thrust the knife at Adam. "Hold it like this," she demonstrated holding her fist up with the end of the hill by her thumb, the blade protruding from the other side. "It'll be easier to slash at him and he won't be able to shove it back to stab you."

Adam took the knife, holding it as she had shown, "Do you have a plan?"

Nicole nodded, "Keep you safe and stall until my father gets here."