Blood Dark (2 page)

They pulled up outside the cordoned-off alley. Fortunately, with it being mid-morning, the streets were quiet. Clearly they’d managed to keep the discovery under wraps.

‘Wait here,’ Morgan said, before easing out. The car juddered slightly as he slammed the door.

Caitlin strained to hear the muffled voices beyond the glass, relying more on the gestures and facial expressions of both Morgan and the officer who had greeted him from behind the yellow tape.

Figures head-to-foot in white jumpsuits and masks milled around at the bottom of the alley in the distance, the officer addressing Morgan pointing to them several times in between resting his hands on his hips and running his hand back through his hair. From what she could gather as another came to join them, this one bearing the blue logo of the Unidentified Species Unit, his shrugs and head shakes told her they were no further forward in identifying the blob.

The urge to leave the car and head down the alley to investigate for herself was overwhelming. Caitlin remained rooted as she had been told though, not wanting to give Morgan any further cause to reconsider her position.

She chewed her bottom lip, tightened her folded arms and looked down to where Morgan had tucked the phone beneath the stereo. She reached for it and examined the image again. She tapped it against her lips a couple of times, watching Morgan as he headed down the alley towards where the creature was tucked out of sight.

She squinted through the glint of sunlight that bounced off the wet paving, leaned forward to look up at the tops of the buildings, wondering if she could maybe sneak up there for an aerial view.

Until her attention snapped to the end of the alley.

Even within the vacuum of the car, she heard the yells, the simultaneous scuffle beyond causing her to snatch back a breath.

One of the officers at the end was there one minute and gone the next. As she stared ahead wide-eyed, two more vanished in quick succession, what looked like giant white suckers shooting out from the shadows and snatching them up.

The others ran back down the alley towards her.

Heart pounding, adrenaline kicking in, Caitlin pulled her gun from her holster. She shoved the car door open, the morning breeze cool against her perspiring forehead as she braced herself.

As its body filled the end of the alley, its roar reverberating out onto the street where Caitlin stood, she stopped breathing. A second later, it spun towards her like a limbed snowball, its myriad of elongated suckers clamping to the walls either side of it as if to control its momentum as it grabbed officers who were trying to escape.

Caitlin held her gun poised, despite not knowing where to shoot first. Others fired regardless, Caitlin joining in as the frenzy of bodies shoved and ploughed past her.

But it didn’t stop, the gunfire only seeming to infuriate it more.

Caitlin slid back over the bonnet of Morgan’s car to create a shield, but the vehicle was cast aside seconds later, smashing to the ground forty feet away. A sucker snagged her calf, yanked her to the ground, her chin hitting tarmac. She lost her gun and desperately clutched for it as she was dragged towards the alley entrance, the creature having stopped there as if sensing the threat of open space beyond.

She snapped her head to the right, saw one of her fellow agents, his gun poised in his hand as he held it at the creature, firing with no effect, before looking down to notice her.

‘Shoot it!’ she yelled, pointing at the sucker that gripped her leg.

But he just stared at her somewhere between blank and pensive.

At first she thought it was shock, maybe even panic. She held out her hand. ‘Give me your gun!’

But then she saw it in his eyes, in his expression, as she was yanked past him.

He had no intention of helping her.

Caitlin clawed concrete, ripping her nails as she clutched onto a pothole. As the creature yanked again, she twisted onto her back, kicking at the sucker with her free foot.

She thought of Kane. Thought of not seeing him again, and kicked with more fervency as she glared up at the now thirty-foot-high monster bearing down on her.

Morgan was behind her a second later, clutching her arms, struggling to hold her back as another agent was grabbed, and another.

Caitlin continued to try and kick the tentacle away as Morgan nestled in behind her, being dragged along with her as he shot at the sucker, further ammunition firing off around them.

There was a spark of light, a distant crack. Caitlin shielded her eyes, only looking back when she felt the tension had left her leg.

Everything fell silent.

She stared back at the empty alley, still panting as Morgan did the same against her back.

‘What the…?’ Morgan muttered under his breath, his confusion matching her own.

‘Where did it go?’ Caitlin asked. ‘Is it gone?’

His breaths were heavy in her ear. ‘It looks like it.’

She snatched her gaze back to the agent who had abstained from helping her. Despite the pain in her calf, she overrode the shock of the past few minutes and struggled to her feet. She lunged at him seconds later.

To her frustration, Morgan had pre-empted her and was right behind her, dragging her away from giving the agent a face full of fist.

‘I know,’ Morgan whispered in her ear. ‘I saw. But back down – this isn’t going to help.’

She reluctantly conceded, Morgan only then letting her go.

She limped down the alley, wiping the back of her trembling hand across her dry mouth before glaring over her shoulder to see Morgan jabbing the infuriated officer in the chest. She looked around at the eyes watching her, still too startled from the onslaught to notice the reprimand, to notice anything but their own gratitude for having survived.

She rested her hands on her hips as she finished catching her breath and stared down at what lay just a few feet away.

Caitlin stepped up to the long, slender piece of wood, the aluminum arrowhead glinting in the morning light. She crouched down, her heart pounding as she recognised the navy-blue fletchings. Fletchings that matched the colour of his eyes.

She looked across her shoulder up at where the sunlight, dull though it was, blocked her vision to the roof of the building above.

‘Who the
hell
uses a bow and arrow these days?’ Morgan asked, stepping in behind her.

She stood up, her gaze locking back on the arrow.

Her pulse raced. She had to hide her smile.

Because she knew
exactly
who.

K
ane Malloy held
the bowstring back to anchor point, the arrow aimed directly at the back of the agent’s neck. Two centimetres higher and he could kill him outright. Two centimetres lower and he could leave him paralysed from the neck down. He pulled the string a little tauter, his hands as steady as his gaze on his target as he ran his tongue slowly and contemplatively down his elongated incisor.

The bastard deserved to die after what he’d just done to Caitlin. He knew it was a mistake her returning to the TSCD and this was proof. No one had her back, no one but Morgan. But letting that arrow go would have confirmed too much. It would have exposed that there was still something between them. It would have led to Caitlin being hated even more than she already was.

Hidden by the sun in just the right place, a trick he had learned and perfected as a child when he had first picked up his weapon of choice those centuries before, he lowered his bow, removed the arrow and reluctantly placed it back in the quiver on his back.

He looked down the alley at Caitlin, at where she stared up at the building, her hand a visor to shield her eyes from the sun.

As soon as she sensed Morgan behind her, she dropped her gaze, avoiding drawing attention to his presence – further proof she knew it was him.

She’d been looking through his myriad of glass cabinets some days before and had come across his bow standing proud and central in one of them. Highly polished with aluminum carved tips, it worked in perfect unity with the matching collection of arrows by its side. She’d taken it out to handle it, and he’d rested his shoulder against the arched doorway as her eyes had met his – eyes that had ignited with intrigue.

‘It’s surprisingly heavy,’ she’d declared.

‘Have you ever used one?’

She’d shaken her head.

He’d stepped in behind her, guiding one hand to the shaft and the other to the bowstring as he helped her slowly stretch it. ‘It’s as much about posture as pressure,’ he’d told her, her body distractingly warm and soft against his. ‘
And
a steady hand,’ he’d declared, his breath teasing her ear.

‘Are you any good?’

His laugh had been brief, deep. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘Show me.’

She’d eased away from him, reached for a piece of paper discarded on the nearby table. She scrunched it up into a ball and held it in her open palm. ‘How far away could you shoot this from my hand?’

He’d glanced over his shoulder, through the open-arched rooms. He looked back at Caitlin, her eyes glinting with excitement in the muted light.

He’d eased her back against the wall, holding her paper-holding hand out to the right and guiding the flat of her hand to the wall to her left. ‘You mustn’t move.’

She’d nodded, trying to suppress the glimmer of apprehension in her expression.

He’d wandered through the arch to three rooms away – the furthest distance he could get to in the confinement of the place.

And he’d drawn back his bow.

Contrary to what she’d expected, he hadn’t aimed at the ball of paper. Instead he’d aimed at the tiny space between her ring finger and little finger as she’d held her palm flat to the wall. He’d nestled the arrowhead side on between them, her gaze saying it all as he sauntered back through the rooms to join her.

‘You missed,’ she’d declared teasingly.

He’d placed his palm flat beside her head, pulled the arrow from the wall before raking its tip slowly across her bare collarbone. ‘You know better than that.’

As his eyes had met hers again, her breathing had picked up a notch, her lips slightly parted in a way that had become impossibly tempting.

He’d had her in his domain for nine days at that point – the time they’d spent together inconsequential beyond their own needs. After the intensity of the three days they’d first been together, back when he’d been hell-bent on seeing his original plan for revenge through, he’d finally learned to relax with her. Instead of the gameplay, the escalating battle with his own conscience amidst his reluctantly developing feelings for her, he’d finally been able to enjoy her – physically and mentally. It had been a much-needed and much-welcomed relief.

Until she’d talked about returning to the Vampire Control Unit.

Until he had felt his heart being ripped out.

In his domain she was safe. In his domain, no one could touch her.

In his domain, she was also a caged bird. A caged bird who, with time, however long they had left of it, would come to resent his over-protectiveness. And he had never felt it more than those few days as they’d built up to her return, when he’d found it hard to conceal his resentment, his anxiety, his frustration.

But despite knowing she was back on the job, she’d still been the last one he’d expected to step out of the car outside that alley.

He’d been on a ten-hour stint looking for Jask Tao’s young. The lycan pack’s young had been snatched straight out of the compound days before, leading to a hunt across Blackthorn. He’d got a call a couple of hours after dawn to say that they were all back safely, all except one – Tuly Saylen, the daughter of Jask’s beta, Corbin, was still missing.

He’d been heading over to the lycan compound when he’d got the call about the nilkim having been found in the alley. Docile most of the time, a maniacal rampant killer the rest, he knew he had to get to the fourth species quickly before it woke. It would have been over swiftly and quietly if the TSCD hadn’t interfered.

Lucky for them, the minute he’d seen Caitlin emerge from the car, every protective instinct had kicked in. It had taken seconds too long for him to home in exactly where he needed to shoot the nilkim, it closing in on Caitlin adding to the pressure of him needing to be accurate first time. He’d had to wait for the creature to rotate for the third time before its ear was exposed again. When it had, he’d hit it with precision. With his arrowhead smeared in a mixture of salt, ash of bay leaves and a touch of basil, it had sent the fourth species right back to where it had come from. Though what the fuck it was doing appearing in Blackthorn, in this dimension, in the first place was the question he wanted answered most.

The medics were now treating Caitlin, checking her leg as she gestured she was fine in typical Caitlin style. It made him smile. A lot of what she did made him smile. As he watched her, he thought back to all those years when he had hated her and had planned her demise along with those she loved. Those who had murdered his sister.

Now he couldn’t imagine being without her. As heavy the weight of responsibility it brought with it was, the warmth she sparked in him as he looked at her made up for it. The laceration in his chest as he saw the nilkim spiral towards her confirmed what he’d already come to acknowledge – being with Caitlin was the only good to have come out of what had happened to his sister, Arana.