29__I'd kill for you

“You don’t have to get caught up in the crossfire, Kamilla. You can save yourself.”
Kamilla tightened her hold around Viktor as Rogan’s words rang through her head. Her jaw clenched. That bastard. He was doing this.

Viktor slowly lifted himself off of her as the carriage stopped moving completely. “Stay here, K—”

“No!” whispered Kamilla fiercely, grabbing hold of him again. “It’s Rogan doing this Viktor. He totally implied it when he appeared in your study, I swear!”
Viktor was frowning dangerously as his eyes fell closed. He tilted his head, listening to their surroundings.
“I know, Kamilla,” he murmured. “So stay here. Let me take care of his bullshit.”

Kamilla shook her head, but Viktor simply uncurled her hands from his arms and rose. Kamilla couldn’t have seen it as simply standing up.
Viktor rose. His entire body tense with dark energy, a power that made her gulp. He was still listening to the movements of their assailants.
She saw him clench his jaw and then his eyes opened. Kamilla nearly gasped. They glowed a green so powerful it could have put the fear of death into anyone.

She stared up at him as he made for the door, ripping his black shirt off as he went. “Stay here, Kamilla.”
Viktor kicked out the door and disappeared into the darkening forest where they’d crashed.
Kamilla sat wide-eyed on the seat, staring at the gaping square where there used to be a door for exactly ten seconds before she dashed out of the carriage. If Viktor thought she would let him go out there all by himself when Rogan was behaving like a hungry, rabid dragon, he had better think again.
And also, if he thought she’d sit there all vulnerable like a duck ready for the roasting, he had better think thrice!

Kamilla pulled her hood over her head as she hurriedly scanned the area. Evening was settling, and the sky glowed with the twilight. She looked at the front of the carriage and slapped a hand over her mouth at the sight.
The four black horses lay dead on the grassy forest floor and Hade, the coachman, sat reclined in his seat at the front. He looked quite relaxed. There was only one problem. Kamilla averted her horrified gaze. His head was missing.

A sudden yelp tore through the air and Kamilla’s gaze snapped in its direction. The forest.
Without a second thought, Kamilla sprinted off in its direction, delving deeper into the forest.
Her heart hammered in her chest with fear at the thought that Viktor was possibly fighting an entire group of Vampires or whatever other creatures all by himself. Damn them all! Kamilla felt rage boil up within her. How dare they even attempt to lay a hand on her Vampire King?! She’d make mincemeat of them!

She ducked below branches and swerved around trees, following the sound of a very loud, very gruesome battle nearby. Scary growls filled the air, making Kamilla run faster. She didn’t even register that the trees were flashing by at an abnormal speed as she raced mindlessly towards the same man, whom a while ago, she’d been running away from.

At that moment, all Kamilla wanted was to be by his side.

Tripping, Kamilla found herself rolling down a steep place, sand slapping her in the face.
A huge tree broke her roll and Kamilla sat herself up against it, wincing as she held her side. Why’d she have to slam so painfully into the tree though? Why was the universe so unkind?

When she managed to stop seeing bats flying around her head, Kamilla looked behind the huge tree.
“Oh, God!” she gasped.

There they were. Viktor stood in the center, bare-chested, black jeans, and boots on his bottom. They surrounded him. Kamilla counted ten alive and five that looked dead on the ground. Not Vampires. She gulped.

Ten huge, furry werewolves. The growling came from them as they fought Viktor from all sides.
One leaped at him from above and Kamilla watched with wide eyes as it latched its huge jaw onto Viktor’s arm.
She gasped. “No!” Before Kamilla could think of the consequences, her feet were moving, the pain in her side forgotten as she ran at them as fast as she could.

Viktor only had a second to see her before she flashed past him, slamming into the wolf on his arm in the process and whipping the animal off of him.
He gaped in shock as Kamilla kept running until she hurled the animal into a huge tree.
The werewolf barely managed to whimper before Kamilla rammed her knee into its mid-section and elbowed it in the neck, producing sickening crack sounds. She stood panting as the animal slumped to the floor, unmoving.
She swallowed to moisten her dry throat as she blinked down at the wolf, rapidly breathing to put Oxygen in her burning lungs.
Kamilla looked at her shaking hands. Had she just done that? Had she just killed a creature five times her size? She gulped. It was okay. It was fine, wasn't it? That wolf was going to hurt Viktor! She couldn't have stood by and watched.

“Kamilla!” yelled Viktor.
She whipped around to see a huge, furry werewolf leaping at her, clawed paws-first.

With a shriek, she dived to the side and crawled rapidly over to Viktor as the remaining four wolves tried to surround him.
Viktor hoisted her to her feet, keeping his eyes on the four beasts before him.
“I told you to stay in the fucking carriage, woman!” he growled, wrapping an arm around her as they stood back to back.
Kamilla eyed the wolf she’d avoided as it slowly stalked towards her, looking for a chance to attack. “Yeah?! And what if one of these things ran up to the road and bit my bloody head off?!”
“Be quiet until we get rid of these!” Viktor responded just as one of his four leaped at him, teeth bared.
Kamilla gasped in fright when her single werewolf suddenly started running at her. With a scream declaring war, Kamilla launched herself at the animal. It leaped at her, paws outstretched and Kamilla ducked, throwing herself with as much force as she could muster into the animal’s midsection.
If she hadn’t heard it, Kamilla would have felt the wolf’s bones crush beneath her shoulder as she sent it flying through the air to land fifty feet away from the battleground.
Her feet immediately started to run after it.
“No!” called Viktor and Kamilla came to a halt. “Don’t chase it, it’s already down. Stay close, dammit!”
Kamilla turned to him, to see him literally rip open the chest of one of his two remaining wolves. Her eyes snapped shut at the horrific sight, startled by all the blood.
Kamilla peeked open an eye and saw Viktor rip out what was definitely the wolf’s heart. She gasped in alarm. He ripped out the heart! Who—

“Motherfucker!” growled Viktor as the last Wolf came at him. Kamilla watched, clutching herself as Viktor tussled with the wolf, rolling on the floor until he slammed his elbow across the animal’s head.
Kamilla winced as the wolf’s head whipped to the side and it whimpered and whined loudly. Viktor wasn’t done.
Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when Viktor’s head tipped back and Kamilla watched, now more entranced than horrified as his fangs grew and in a flash, Viktor pierced his teeth into the wolf’s neck, ripping out the bloody flesh in one violent jerk of his head.
The wolf didn’t whimper for long but soon lay cold and dead, crimson blood pumping out of its neck.
Kamilla’s gaze turned to Viktor as he slowly rose, his blood-splattered chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths.
He turned to her. “Kamilla…”

Her feet moved as Viktor’s own stepped over the wolf’s carcass and headed for her. His arms opened and she threw herself into them, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as Viktor lifted her off the ground, hugging her to him.
“Dammit, woman!” he growled, holding her tight. “Next time you disobey me like that, I’ll hang you from Witcher’s. Understand?”
Kamilla nodded quickly. “Okay.”

Viktor drew her back so he could look at her. With his eyebrows drawn together in a frown, he carefully pushed strands of her hair behind her ears.
“Why’d you do that? Hm?” he questioned. Kamilla only bit her lip in response. “If one of these bastards had gotten their teeth into you…”

Kamilla gulped as Viktor trailed off, shaking his head. He rested his wrists on her shoulders and she wrapped her hands around them, feeling his pulse race beneath his skin. “But they didn’t, Viktor. I’m okay. W-we’re okay.”
Viktor’s jaw clenched. “Fuck, you’re trembling.”
Kamilla’s jaw jutted out. “N-no. I took out two of those wolves! By myself!”
Viktor nodded. “I know.” His eyes glowed down at her. “And… it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Kamilla was about to let herself blush into non-existence when something caught her eye. Her gaze shifted to the wolf lying dead behind Viktor and she gasped, eyes widening.
“Oh, my fuck! Viktor!”
He spun around, ready to rip out more hearts, but quickly came to a sharp halt.
Viktor cursed as they watched the wolf shrink before their eyes, a purple light rising out of it like vapor in the darkening forest.

Before their very eyes, the huge, furry creature turned into a very normal looking… person.

Kamilla gripped Viktor’s arm. “It’s a human! It’s a freaking human! Oh, my God, we killed a human!”
Viktor wrapped his hand around hers, holding it tightly as he looked at all the other wolves, watching them change forms.

Viktor’s jaw clenched so tight, his teeth could have cracked. “They’re not humans, Kamilla. And they’re not werewolves either because wolves don’t change back just cause they’re dead.”

Kamilla looked at the people around them wide eyes. “What do you mean? If they’re not humans and they’re not werewolves, then what are they?”

Viktor stared at the body at his feet in cold fury. “They’re Vampires." With one booted foot, he turned the person over and looked at his face. "Cassius Vampires with a touch of sorcery.”