I Only Have Fangs for You(105)

“So you are Donatello?” Sebastian said, managing to keep his cool. “Mina, what were you thinking? He’s not nearly as attractive as you said he was.”

Donatello laughed, the sound loud and hoarse. Evil.

“And aren’t you the heroic lover?” Donatello said with a smile. “Charging to your lady’s rescue.” He glanced from Sebastian to his brothers. “And bringing reinforcements, too. Isn’t there a phrase that goes something like ‘the more the merrier’? I would say that applies to this occasion.”

“Just get away from her,” Sebastian stated.

“Well, I could do that,” Donatello agreed. “Or you could just come get her?”

“Don’t do it,” Mina cried. “He’s not a normal vampire. He’s an incubus.”

“Oh, Wilhelmina, giving away all my secrets,” Donatello lamented.

Sebastian paused at Mina’s words. An incubus. How the hell did they fight that? He glanced to Rhys, who just glared at the vampire-demon. Sebastian then looked to Christian, realizing if anyone would know about something this evil it was Christian.

Christian gave Sebastian a look that didn’t reassure him.

“You got nothing for me?” Sebastian asked Christian.

Christian shook his head. “Not really.”

Donatello laughed again, and Sebastian decided they were just going to have to go for it. Three against one had to be some sort of odds.

Sebastian charged the vampire, both Rhys and Christian right there too. But Donatello easily threw them off, sending them flying. Sebastian hit the wall, fighting back a groan at the force of the impact, but he was on his feet again instantly. Rhys slammed into the metal door, denting it. He seemed slightly dazed, but he managed to pull himself up to his feet. Christian landed on the wooden chairs, several breaking under his weight, but like his brothers he quickly got back to his feet.

This time the brothers circled Donatello.

Donatello watched them, looking unimpressed. Sebastian wasn’t heartened by that look.

“This thing is friggin’ strong,” Sebastian murmured to Rhys.

“And fast,” Rhys agreed, not sounding any more pleased about their odds.

Sebastian sneaked a glance back to Mina. She still remained on the floor, although he noticed she seemed to have scooted back among the scattering of broken chairs.

“I tell you what,” Donatello said, drawing Sebastian’s attention back to him. “Let me have Wilhelmina, and I’ll let you boys go.”

Sebastian shook his head. “No deal.”

Donatello shot Mina a disparaging look. “I really think it’s quite a deal.”

“No deal,” Rhys said this time for Sebastian.

“No deal,” Christian agreed.

The brothers geared up for another attack and just as they would have lunged at Donatello again, Mina shouted, “Sebastian.”

He turned toward her just as she threw the broken leg of one of the chairs like a spear. But in true Mina fashion, her aim was off. The leg flew toward Christian, who ducked just as it would have struck him in the head. The makeshift stake hit Sebastian, grazing his shoulder, then deflected from him, flying off sideways.

Mina cringed, and Sebastian spun back to Donatello, afraid the vampire would use the distraction to attack them. Instead Donatello remained where he was, staring down at himself. It took Sebastian a moment to realize what the monster was staring at—the chair leg protruded from his chest, just under his left collarbone. Then the incubus’s eyes found Mina where she still sat on the floor, giving her an almost surprised look.

He let out an enraged shriek that seemed to shake the entire building. His face began to contort, his features changing from one mask to another, only his sharp fangs and glowing red eyes remaining the same.

She’d been right about the eyes, Sebastian realized. But he didn’t consider the monster’s features any longer, as he saw that Donatello’s long, taloned fingers were curled around the chair leg, trying to remove it. Sebastian charged forward, driving the stake farther into Donatello’s chest with a satisfying crunch.

Slowly the incubus’s features changed again, and Sebastian saw the tall, thin vampire who Mina had been talking to at Carfax Abbey. Then in a violent rush of air that seemed to suck the oxygen from the room, the monster imploded. Ash rained down in the spot where he’d been.

“Shit,” Christian said flatly.

Rhys just stared at the ash, a rather dazed look in his amber eyes. And Sebastian spun toward Mina.

She stared at him, and he stared back, neither able to speak. Overwhelmed by what had just happened.

Then he was hurrying toward her, pushing chairs aside to get to her. He crouched down, yanking her against his chest, kissing her face, her hair.