Chapter 99
Up ahead of them in the dark alleyway, Jamie saw two figures pressed against the brick wall and assumed that must be Wes and Fritzy. It looked like he was in control of the situation as he had her back against the wall and towered over her, his six-foot-frame much taller than her barely-five-foot in heels.
“Let’s go,” Lee said, tugging on his arm again.
“Hold on,” Jamie insisted, telling himself it wasn’t the fact that he was about to enter a dark alley with a vampire that had him hesitating. “It looks like he’s got this, for now. Perhaps one of us should go around to the other side.”
“Don’t you suppose that’s where Kit went?” Lee asked, stepping back into the shadows so that she would be harder to spot, should the Vampire decide to pull her eyes off of the handsome man in front of her and survey the area.
“I have no idea,” Jamie admitted. Not wanting to leave either of these Hunters unprotected, and still wondering where Kit might be, he gave in and went along with Lee. They crept forward, getting close enough so that, should Fritzy make a run, they could head her off.
From here, they could clearly see Wes kissing the vampire, and not just on the lips either. His hands trailed down her ample bosom, and his lips found a spot on her neck that had her crying out in pleasure even before she bit into him, not that she could turn him.
“What the hell is he doing?” Lee asked.
“I haven’t the foggiest,” Jamie admitted. It was as if he were under some sort of spell. Jamie had heard of sirens before, both of the Vampire and Guardian variety, but he’d never seen one in real life. Until now. “We need to do something.”
“Right,” Lee agreed, but before she could step forward, they saw movement at the other end of the alley. The figures of two women stepped into the narrow footpath. Jamie recognized them right away. Kit and Teresa.
The two women seemed to be marching with purpose, though Kit was leading the way, and from here, Jamie could see their footsteps in unison as they made their way up the alleyway. He knew angry Kit when he saw her, even from this distance, and he didn’t wish to be the one to step between her and whatever it was she was headed for. In this instance, he assumed that would be Fritzy.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” Jamie heard Fritzy ask in a husky voice, and he thought that quite odd considering she usually just laid waste to her victims here in the alleyway. Puncture wounds, draining, quick slash of the throat, a dead body for someone to stumble upon the next morning.
“Yes, please.” Wes’s familiar voice almost sounded foreign it was so full of lust.
“What the hell?” Lee repeated.
“I think she’s gotten to him,” Jamie tried to explain. By now, Kit was almost there, and all he and Lee needed to do was cover the exit. “Come on,” he said, pulling on her sleeve and pressing her to move closer. She was still stunned but did as he insisted.
Fritzy didn’t see what she had coming to her until it was too late. If she’d been a real woman, Jamie would’ve been inclined to feel sorry for her. But she wasn’t, not anymore, anyway. Kit took them both by surprise, wedging her way between the other Hunter and the Vampire, shoving Wes back in time for Teresa to catch him. While Jamie assumed it was Kit’s revolver she had in her hand in front of her as she came up the alleyway, he could see now that it wasn’t. It was something much more sinister; a hatchet. She pounded it into Fritzy’s neck before the prostitute had time to blink.
There was no blood, but the sight was still unsettling as the woman he often shared his bed with pulled the blade out of her neck and swung it backward again in a long arch, taking aim and letting it go again. This time, the head was severed, and Fritzy’s decapitated top let out a slight scream of breathy air as her head toppled to the ground and spun around a few times, her body crumpling at the knees and then folding up, bursting into ash as it mingled with the rest of the grime on the alleyway at Kit’s feet.
“What in the world is happening?” Wes asked, swiping at his long blond bangs as they fell over his eyes. He looked around in confusion, stepping away from Teresa. “How did I get here?”
Teresa’s calm voice filled the alleyway as Jamie and Lee came over and Kit continued to hold the hatchet in front of her like a prize. “She was able to manipulate you, Wesley,” the older Guardian explained. “She’s some sort of siren. Or was, anyway.”
Wes continued to sputter as the rest of the team looked around at each other. This was the first time Jamie had witnessed this phenomenon, but something told him it wouldn’t be the last time.
Carson’s heavy footsteps sounded behind them, and they all turned to look at him. “Got her did you then, Kit?” he asked, a pleased smile on his face.
“No thanks to any of them,” Kit replied, still holding the hatchet. She looked at Jamie particularly sharply and then turned to head back the way she’d come.
“Meet in my office for a debrief in twenty minutes!” Carson called after his granddaughter, but Kit continued to march back down the alley much the way she’d come in a few minutes ago.
It didn’t take a brilliant doctor to figure out that she was upset at him, but since Jamie was one, he got the sense he should follow along, although the fact that Kit was wielding an axe was heavy on his mind. She could use it to maim him, or even murder him, if she wanted.
