Cain's Identity(91)

Cain inhaled deeply as he approached, trying to ascertain if Abel had been here lately. But he could smell neither his brother’s scent nor Faye’s. The various smells coming from the bayou close by were too strong. And only in an enclosed space would Faye’s or Abel’s smell have lingered. Out in the open the scents vanished too quickly.
Cain paused for a few moments, motioning Eddie and John to do the same, while he waited for Gabriel and the others to get into position. When he saw Haven wave to him from the side of the hut, indicating that they were ready, he nodded to John.
Cain noticed him suck in a deep breath. Then John’s fangs extended and he pulled his silver knife from its sheath.
“Don’t kill him, understand me? No matter what he’s done,” Cain cautioned, knowing that John would be unpredictable if any harm had come to his lover.
Sneaking up to the hut, Cain and his friends made no sound. At the door, they stopped for a moment. Cain listened for sounds from the inside and heard a mumbling voice. He concentrated.
“You fucking bitch! I’m gonna get you.” It was Baltimore who spat the words between loud thumps.
A panicked look crossed John’s face, and a split-second later he ripped open the door and charged inside. Cain was on his heels, watching as John barreled toward Baltimore who was crawling on the floor, poking under the bed with a broomstick.
Baltimore was flat on his back so fast, John’s knife at his throat, that Cain barely had a chance to enter the hut. Cain looked around, searching for the woman. He bent down to look under the bed. But there was nobody, though the smell of a human lingered.
“What did you do with her?” John ground out, driving the blade of his silver knife a half inch into the soft spot underneath Baltimore’s chin. Blood trickled from the wound. “Where is she?”
Baltimore glared back at him. “Fucking bitch!”
John growled.
From the corner of his eye, Cain saw his friends charge into the hut.
“You got him?” Gabriel asked.
Cain looked over his shoulder, when John cried out once more. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“Wes?” Cain glared at the witch. Had Wesley failed again?
Wesley approached. “The spell worked, I’m telling you. She must have escaped.”
“I’m going to kill you, you fucking bastard, if you hurt her!” John yelled at Baltimore, then glared at Wes. “And you’re next!”
A movement from under the bed suddenly caught Cain’s eye and he snapped his head to it. A rat came running out and ran straight to John, jumping onto his thigh. John rocked back on his haunches, but kept his knife at Baltimore’s throat where it continued to make the vampire’s skin sizzle.#p#分页标题#e#
“Oh, fuck,” Wes suddenly said and crouched down. He pointed to the rat.
Cain exchanged a quick glance with him. Then his eyes went back to the rat. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, Wes. Really?”
Wes shrugged. “Oops.”
Cain put his hand on John’s shoulder. “John, she’s fine. Nicolette is safe.” He motioned to Haven and Eddie. “Tie Baltimore up.”
As the two Scanguards men took care of Baltimore, forcing John to remove his knife from the vampire’s throat, Wes reached for the rat, which was still sitting on John’s thigh.
“Come on, Nicolette.”
The rat turned its head to Wesley.
In disbelief John stared at the rat, then at Wesley. “Oh, my God, what have you done?” His jaw dropped. “Are you telling me this is Nicolette?”
Wes tossed him a sheepish look. “Sorry, just a little mishap.”
“Mishap?” John ground out, murder in his eyes. “You turned my woman into a rat!”
“Kept her safe, though, didn’t it?”
“And now? Fuck, what am I gonna do now?”
Wes stretched out his palm and the rat walked onto it. “No worries. I can turn her back.” More quietly, he added, “I think.”
“You think?” John lunged for the witch, but Cain jumped in between them.
“Let him try.”
Wesley placed the rat on his lap and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small vial. “This should work.”
“What is it?” John asked, clearly suspicious.
“Sort of a reversal potion. Makes whatever last spell somebody is under go away. You know, like the undo button on a computer.”
Cain rolled his eyes.
Wesley opened the vial and dropped a tiny amount over the rat. A moment later, he landed flat on his back. A beautiful dark-skinned woman was sitting in his lap.
“Nicolette!” John cried out and snatched her from Wesley, pulling her into his arms. His lips were on hers before Cain could even blink.