Sunday Snippet!

Leslie’s eyes darkened to a thick thundercloud color as the power rolled out of her and over the house. She warded the doors; there was so much blood in the house that it fed her power. It brought a gasp from her, all the hair on her body stood on end as the magic rode through her like lightning. She took in three deep breaths and sucked in the magic. It wouldn’t stay down.

“Go,” she choked out to Patrick.

“Are you-"

She waved him off before he could say another word. She watched him leave, balling her hands into fists. She had never been in so much human blood, but the tainted blood seemed to be affecting her. She looked down at her bare arms and noticed the blood on her skin. She took in a deep breath, but her magic would not calm down. She did the only thing she could, she let it ride. She gave into the magic; three bodies in the house felt it.

Blood. Magic.

Collin’s eyes turned into white orbs as Patrick’s turned into a sea green, his bear eyes, and the Rogue licked his lips.

“What is she doing?” Collin asked Patrick.

“I think it’s the blood. She warded the doors so the rogue wouldn’t get out, and she seemed to let out more then she wanted.”

“Fuck,” Collin said. Patrick nodded.

A noise like scratching above them drew their attention. “Five bucks says I know where he’s going,” Patrick said at Collin's back holding a large silver knife.
Collin pulled out his 9mm, but Patrick stopped him from leaving the carpet, pointing to the blood coating the tiles. They both looked at Leslie. He clicked off the safety. Her hair seemed alive, her dark eyes were watching the roof, but she seemed to be not there. The scratching turned into loud bangs. Collin aimed. A huge piece of the roof fell into the blood, splashing more on Leslie.

Then it sprang at her. She held her hand out and the vampire twisted in the air as if being strung up like a giant puppet. “I almost forget how normal they look,” Leslie said in a far off voice.