Craig's Heart (24 page)

“So eager.” Vladimir smirked at Craig. “You must not be very skilled in the bedroom, my friend, if she is so eager to leave you.”

Craig’s gaze never wavered, never changed. She could practically hear him thinking and planning, examining and discarding various scenarios, trying to figure out how to defeat Vladimir.

Isaiah exploded into the air, morphing into a giant wolf as he flew across the room, his heavily muscled brown and black body flying toward them. The massive muzzle with sharp teeth closed the gap between them in a heartbeat. Vladimir, caught off-guard, all but threw her at the massive beast.

At the last second, Isaiah twisted his huge body in midair. She hit him full on and they both went flying. Before she could recover, the wolf clamped his jaw around her arm and dragged her away from Vladimir. Powerful jaws that could easily harm or kill were gentle and protective with her.

Craig saw his opening and pounced. He sliced at the vampire with his knife, catching Vladimir in the arm. Vladimir cursed, his eyes blazing, fangs glinting in the light. Before her very eyes, the deep cut began to close.

Vladimir attacked, backhanding Craig. The blow would have shattered every bone in his face if he’d been human. But Craig was fast. Somehow he managed to avoid the worst of the strike, but he still tumbled backward, knocking a table and several chairs askew.

Evie scrambled to her feet and launched herself onto her enemy’s back. Without hesitation or thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted, determined to break his neck if she could.

Roaring his displeasure, Vladimir reached behind him. He grabbed her hair and yanked her forward. Evie flew through the air and crashed into a table, splintering it into pieces. The blow knocked the air out of her lungs, but she didn’t stay down. She couldn’t. Craig was on the attack once again.

“I will kill you all,” Vladimir promised. And Evie believed him. Tonight would mean the end of either him or them, because there could only be one winning side. And in spite of the number on their side, the odds weren’t necessarily in their favor.

If it were closer to dawn the wolves would have a definite advantage, but she sensed the fight would be long over by then. Vladimir was smart and cunning and wouldn’t allow the battle to last that long. He’d run if he had to, and she couldn’t allow that to happen.

The male werewolves had all shifted and attacked as a pack, moving quickly forward and back, nipping at the vampire but managing to stay just out of his reach until one got too close. Vladimir swatted one brown wolf, sending him flying. Evie had no idea which one it was. Maybe Kevin, the quiet one.

Isaiah was coming up behind the vampire as Craig attacked from the front. Evie reached beneath her sweater in the back and drew out the wooden stake she’d hidden there. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would definitely slow him down.

Stake in hand, she hurried behind Vladimir. Isaiah saw her coming and moved out of her way. Evie didn’t hesitate. She rammed the stake through the vampire’s back beneath his left shoulder and prayed she’d hit his heart.

Vladimir lurched forward and whirled around, his gums drawn back over his elongated fangs. “How dare you? I made you. I gave you more than your puny human existence. And this is how you repay me.” He reached around and yanked the stake from his body. Blood spurted from the wound, but he ignored it. Vladimir pulled his arm back and threw the stake like a dagger. Evie managed to jump to the side, but it struck her in the arm and drove her backward. Pain shot threw her shoulder and coursed down her body.

Craig howled and attacked, forcing Vladimir to turn away from her and defend himself. They couldn’t beat him. He was merely toying with them. She could see that now.

She yanked at the stake in her arm, biting back a cry of agony as she pulled it out. Pain radiated down her arm. She ignored it and the blood that quickly soaked her clothing and spilled onto her hand. Tightening her grip on the wooden stake, she moved forward. She’d kill the bastard if she had to hack him up one tiny piece at a time.

The two vampires continued to grapple with Craig surprisingly holding his own. Evie moved closer, ready to strike the second she got an opening.

Craig could smell Evie’s blood and it made him crazy. He could also smell werewolf blood and knew several of them had been hit by flying glass. The vampire had gotten in a few strikes when his friends had attacked as well.

Vladimir Drake had hurt Evie, his family and friends, and therefore he had to die. He couldn’t be allowed to live. If he did, he would always be a danger to the Haven pack, and most especially to Evie.

The vampire would kill her. Oh, he might keep her alive for a while, but he would eventually tire of her. Craig would stake his life on it. There was something not quite right in Vladimir’s eyes. A tinge of insanity, perhaps. Maybe living all those years had driven him to the brink, but Craig honestly believed there was something intrinsically wrong with the other vampire. He had no moral center, nothing to ground him.

He was also incredibly strong.

Craig battled with the vampire, trying to get the upper hand. They flew around the room, knocking over chairs and tables as they fought with neither of them getting the upper hand.

This had to end tonight.

Craig silently thanked his brother and Hank for all the hours they’d sparred with him as a human. Those lessons held him in good stead. He fought dirty, using his feet to kick at the other vampire, butting his head against his opponent’s face. But nothing seemed to faze Vladimir.

Evie was back on her feet. He could sense her getting closer. And if he could, so could Vladimir.

“It’s time to end this and take my prize,” the other vampire taunted.

Over his dead body. Craig freed one hand and tried to slam it through his opponent’s chest, but Vladimir was incredibly quick. At the very last second, he dodged to the side and pulled himself free of Craig’s hold.

Horror filled him when Craig realized his hand was shooting straight for Evie’s chest and the wooden stake she had clutched tight in her fist was aimed right at his heart. Evie’s eyes widened with horror and she yanked her hand back. Craig threw himself to the side, barely avoiding the sharp weapon. He crashed into a table and rolled across the floor. He felt a bone in his right arm break and pain streaked up his arm. Almost immediately, the damage to the bone began to mend, but there was no time to marvel at the miraculous new healing powers of his body. He surged back to his feet, his gaze finding Evie, who’d stumbled into a chair but quickly righted herself.

Together, they turned to face Vladimir. The Haven pack was spread out around the room. All of them watching and waiting for a chance to strike. The scents of blood and sweat filled Craig’s nostrils and the bloodlust within him surged to life. Blood. He wanted blood and there was so much of it available to him. All he had to do was take it.

“Craig.” Evie’s sharp voice snapped him back, and he shook off the compulsion to feed. It could be fatal to lose concentration. If he’d ever needed control over his mind and body it was now.

“This is getting tedious.” The older vampire straightened his torn and bloody coat with a quick tug. “Evie, come.” He held out his hand, clearly expecting her to obey.

Craig felt the compulsion behind the command. He saw Evie struggling to overcome the vampire’s command even as she moved a step closer.

“No.” He banded his arm around her waist and pulled her away from Vladimir. No way was he letting the other vampire have her.

“I will kill you slowly for that,” Vladimir promised. “But not tonight. Tonight I want my Evie and we will leave.” He held out his hand again. “Come to me,” he demanded.

Craig knew Evie was mentally fighting Vladimir. Sweat rolled down her face and her features contorted in growing pain. Evie dug her fingers into his arm and Craig wasn’t sure if she was trying to hold on to him or get away. A trickle of blood seeped from her nose.

Frustration and anger flashed across Vladimir’s face. He turned and imperiously held his hand out to Chrissten. “Come.” Chrissten’s feet were moving before he finished speaking. She was halfway to Vladimir before Hank grabbed her and dragged her back kicking and screaming.

“You see what I can do,” Vladimir taunted. “How long can you continue to resist me? I can make you all crawl.” He smiled at all of them before arrogantly smirking at Craig. A shiver raced down his spine. The vampire was going to make a move of some kind. Craig could feel it. He tried to read the vampire’s mind but it was totally closed to him. Everyone in the room was in danger, and Craig was worried he might not be able to protect them all.

“I can kill your friends one at a time until they are gone.” Vladimir moved so fast he was a blur, ending up behind Meredith. He yanked her head back and lowered his mouth to her exposed neck. “I suppose I could drain her dry. All this fighting has made me hungry.”

“Let her go.” Craig shoved Evie behind him and took a step forward before Isaiah did something that might get himself or his mate killed. “Take me instead.” If he could get the deranged vampire away from his family and friends maybe he could find a way to defeat him. All he needed was time. Damek was coming. They only had to hold out until he arrived.

Vladimir’s laugh made all the hairs on Craig’s body stand on end. If he’d had any doubts that the other vampire was pure evil, they were now gone. That laugh promised death and let them all know Vladimir would enjoy dispensing it.

The vampire enjoyed killing, enjoyed the rush of taking another’s life.

Craig took another step closer as Isaiah crept behind the creature holding his mate.

The front entrance slammed open and power rushed into the room like a wind roaring down a mountain peak during a storm, freezing everyone. The air turned so cold that Craig half expected ice crystals to form on his breath. The walls of the room pulsed, undulating with the disturbance.

Vladimir’s eyes narrowed as he searched for the threat.

Damek coalesced out of the darkness like an avenging angel. He shook his head. “You couldn’t wait for me, could you?” he chided them. He walked toward Vladimir, totally confident. “You’ll want to release the woman.”

Vladimir tightened his hold on Meredith. Craig could see the fear in her eyes and his fury and sense of helplessness grew. She might be a powerful werewolf, but she was no match for a two-hundred-year-old vampire.

“I don’t think so.” Vladimir turned slowly toward the door and saw Isaiah behind him. “Get back or I’ll kill her.”

Damek shook his head. “You cannot win this. You’ve brought vampire hunters to my city. And you’ve made quite a mess these past few weeks.”

“
Your
city?” Vladimir straightened and Craig could see the fury building in his eyes. He wasn’t used to being questioned. He was accustomed to taking whatever he wanted. Damek had found the other man’s weakness—his vanity. And like the master fighter he was, Damek wielded his weapon well.

“My city.” Damek’s blunt words left no space for argument. “I was here when it was nothing but wilderness, and I’ll still be here when you are nothing but dust.”

Vladimir drew himself up and lifted Meredith by her throat. Her feet left the floor and she began to struggle, using her wolf claws to tear at his hand and arm. Vladimir didn’t even seem to notice or care he was bleeding. The deep, vicious cuts healed almost as quickly as Meredith could inflict them. “I am the oldest vampire in the world,” he announced.

“Really?” Damek raised his hand and deliberately closed his fingers into a tight fist. Vladimir’s eyes widened and he began to wheeze. He dropped Meredith and clutched his throat. Isaiah moved in swiftly, grabbed his wife and dragged her to safety.

A sense of destiny settled over Craig and he grabbed the sharp blade he’d dropped on the floor earlier in the fight. He silently moved to stand beside Damek. Evie took up position beside him, her gaze focused on Vladimir. He could sense her determination to end this here and now.

The other vampire struggled and finally broke from Damek’s hold. Damek simply shrugged and lowered his arm.

“Who are you?” Vladimir demanded.

“What does it matter?” Damek countered. “You are a dead man and dead men don’t need to be concerned with names.”

Vladimir moved at a blurring speed, racing for the door and freedom. Craig surged forward to stop him. If Vladimir escaped and left the city it might take them years to find him, and the threat to Evie and his family would hang over their heads like a sword waiting to fall.

Damek made it to the door before any of them. He stood in front of it, blocking the exit. Vladimir skidded to a halt, knowing he’d have to fight his way past Damek. Craig took advantage of Vladimir’s momentary lack of concentration, raised his arm and struck out with his knife. Blade met bone as Craig drove it deep.

But once again, Vladimir was fast. He was on the far side of the room in a flash. He yanked out the blade and blood spurted from the wound. Vladimir slapped his hand over his neck to try to stem the blood loss. The wound began to heal, but more slowly than before. The fighting and having to continuously heal himself from the smaller wounds they’d inflicted seemed to be taking their toll. Craig knew Vladimir was weakening and would need blood soon. That made him even more desperate and dangerous.