Marked by the Vampire (5 page)

“You’ll have plenty of time to talk with the monsters now.”

Olivia spun around. Evan hadn’t followed her—he’d closed that door and he was locking it again. “No!” Olivia grabbed for the bars, but it was too late.

Evan looked as if he were barely twenty years old, but his brown eyes were so cold as they stared at her. “You’re not gonna get out, doctor. They’re gonna want to keep you.”

The growls had died away.  Goosebumps rose on her arms.  She could almost…almost feel others closing in on her, but Olivia was afraid to look over her shoulder. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I was paid, very well, for you.”  He took a few more steps away from the bars. “You’re in the maximum security area, Dr. Maddox. Locked in with the most dangerous werewolves. I hope you enjoy your talks with them.”

Then he turned. Started walking away.

“No!” She screamed after him as Olivia jerked on the bars. “You can’t do this! The cameras—”

“Have all been turned off.” He paused. Glanced back at her.  The corridor was so dark around him that she could barely see his face. “An escape is in progress. The Paras have sabotaged some of our equipment, and by the time all of our machines are back online, well…it won’t matter for you.”

Footsteps rustled behind her.

“Don’t do this,” Olivia whispered. “Please.”

His voice was hard as Evan said, “It’s survival of the fittest here…sorry.”

Survival of the fittest.

Behind, those footsteps drew closer.   And even before she turned to face those stalking her, Olivia knew who would be leading the pack.

“
Hello, again, Dr. Maddox…”

David’s voice wrapped around her as a hand curled around her shoulder. She looked down and saw his claws.

Then she did the only thing she could. Olivia screamed, “
Dragon!”

Because Pate had told her…
If hell breaks loose, look for a dragon. He might be able get your ass to safety.

Hell had broken loose. And if help didn’t come, her ass would be dead.

***

Shane’s eyelids flew open. He was on a table—an operating room table, and some bastard in green scrubs was holding a bloody knife above him.

“He’s awake!” The words were a desperate gasp from behind the bastard’s facemask. “Dose him again, dose him—”

Shane grabbed the knife. Broke the fool’s wrist.  Took the weapon and hurled it at the other idiot who was trying to come toward him with a tranq.

The knife sank into the man’s arm and he fell, screaming.

Humans…always so weak.

Just as I’m…weak…

Shane glanced down and saw the blood that soaked him.  There were long slashes on his chest. His arms.  Fury pumped through him. “
What. The. Fuck?”

“I-I was just following orders,” his soon-to-be-snack stuttered. “Just—”

Shane sank his teeth into the man’s throat.  Blood poured onto his tongue and some much needed power pulsed within Shane.

“Dragon!”

The cry reached him, so very faint, and he yanked his mouth away from his prey.  Olivia?

He strained, but heard no more screams.

His prey whimpered within Shane’s grasp.  “Give me weapons,” Shane growled at him. “Give me your access codes…”

The man stared at him, his eyes widening as the fellow seemed to go slack within Shane’s grasp.

I have his blood. I can control him.
He’d been controlling humans for centuries. “
Give me everything I need,”
Shane commanded.

His prey nodded.

***

David laughed. “Dragons?  You won’t find them here, pet, just wolves and bloodsuckers.”

Olivia could see at least six other men behind him, all crowding in on her.  All wearing collars that should have controlled them, but their claws were out and their teeth had lengthened and seriously sharpened.

“I thought they were putting you in solitary,” Olivia whispered to David.

He smiled at her, and the sight made her stomach knot. “You also thought they were keeping you safe.” He leaned toward her. David trailed a claw down her cheek. “Are you tired of being wrong yet?”

She nodded. “I really am.”

He laughed. The claw scratched her skin, and blood dripped down her cheek. Her back was pressed to the bars, shoved hard against the door as if she could find escape that way.

She couldn’t.

And she couldn’t get through the pack of werewolves in front of her.

“Most of the guards are on the north end of the prison. They think vamps are trying to escape.” David shook his head. “But there’s no need to escape, not when the thing we need is right…” His claw slid down her throat.  Paused over her frantically racing pulse point. “Here.”

What he was saying made no sense to her. Why would he possibly need her?

“I’ll find out how to use you,” David promised her, “even if I have to slice you open to find out your secrets.”

This couldn’t be happening.

“You’re mine, djinn.
Mine.
”

What the hell had he just called her?  She pushed harder against those bars, wishing with all of her might that the door would open and—

The door opened. She fell back, heading right for the floor, but strong arms caught her before she slammed down. Those arms lifted her up—and against a powerful body.

“Got you,”
Shane whispered.

Then the werewolves attacked. 

Shane shoved Olivia behind him even as he jumped forward and rammed the door back into place. He pushed hard, using his enhanced strength, because those dick werewolves were trying to keep that door open.

But the silver bars were burning them. The silver didn’t burn him. With a ferocious roar, Shane slammed that door back into place.

David’s claws flew out at him, fitting between the bars as the werewolf tried to go for Shane’s throat. “You’re dead!” David shouted.

Shane backed up, just one step, so that his jugular wouldn’t get sliced by those swinging claws. “
Un
dead is the correct term, jackass. Get it right.” He bared his fangs at the wolves. “Guess who gets to stay in a cage?”

“
Give her to me!”
David’s fury had darkened his face and made his eyes flash.

“Sorry, but I think I’m keeping her.” 
And why the hell did the werewolf want her so badly?

Olivia grabbed Shane’s arm. “We have to get out of here. The guard—Evan—
brought
me to them. Just locked me inside with them and left me.”

Sonofabitch.  He needed to get her off the island. If the guards were selling her out, there would be no safe place for her there.

I warned Pate. Did he listen to me? Hell, no.

Pate never listened to anyone.

His fingers locked with Olivia’s.  David began to laugh then.

“You know,” David said, “you know…and you think you can control her?
I saw her first.”

He didn’t know anything right then—well, anything except the fact that he and Olivia were screwed. “The fuck you saw her first.”  He pulled Olivia back down the corridor. He had all of the infirmary doctor’s keycards and access codes. He’d find a place to hide Olivia, then he’d make sure he got her off that island.

Somehow.

“I want her magic!” David bellowed. “I’ll have it—even if I have to claw through you to get her, vampire!”

Those claws weren’t hurting anyone right then. Shane’s hold tightened on Olivia. What kind of magic did the woman have? This whole situation was one serious screw-up after another.

He took off running with her then because he didn’t know how long he’d have before the guards closed in or before the werewolves got out.

Pate had thought that he’d taken out all of the corrupt staff members at Purgatory. Talk about thinking
wrong.

But at least Shane knew the layout of the place. He’d studied maps of the prison for days before he’d gone in undercover. He’d looked for places to hide. Ways to escape.

Because he’d been aware that the mission could go to shit at any moment.

Guess what? That moment happened.
 He swiped the keycard at another turn, rushed through the door that opened, then he went left, nearly flying down a flight of stairs and—

He yanked Olivia closer. Pinned her to the wall, and put his hand over her mouth. “Not a sound,” he ordered because he could hear the others…coming toward them.

Two guards, running fast, both armed with tranqs. He could kill them, quickly and efficiently, but Pate had ordered him to keep the human body count down as much as possible.

But if Olivia alerted those guards, the option of life for those two would be out of his hands.

Olivia had frozen against him. They were in the dark shadows underneath the stairs. To her, he was probably just a big, heavy shadow, but he could see her completely.  Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. Her hair was a wild tumble around her shoulders and—

Her lips had just moved against his palm. His cock stiffened because he was pretty damn sure he felt the lick of her tongue.

He yanked his hand away from her mouth.

Her breath rushed out. “Are we—” Olivia began, her voice the faintest whisper.

But he covered her mouth with his because he wanted that tongue of hers against his. He kissed her deep and hard, and he loved the feel of her body crushed against his.  Lust rose within him. Physical lust because he’d wanted her from the first moment he saw her. Bloodlust because the fool doctors had taken too much of his blood and he hadn’t taken enough from them.

He remembered the taste of her blood, such a delicious sample he’d had. Her blood had given him a rush of power unlike anything he’d felt before.

He needed more of that power.

He also needed her, naked and moaning, beneath him.

But not there. Not then. Shane forced his head to lift. “The guards are gone.” Time for him and Olivia to haul ass.  He still had her right hand in his grasp, and he started pulling her again, leading her down into the underbelly of the prison. If they were going to get out, then first they’d have to go down…and straight into the dark.

Behind him, her breath came in quick pants as she tried to keep up with him.  Slowing down wasn’t an option, so when he hit another flight of stairs, he just picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

“Shane!”

He ignored her struggles and moved as fast as he could.  The warden and the others would realize he was gone soon.  The alarm from earlier would prove true. Someone
was
about to escape from Purgatory.

Me.

He hit the bottom floor, and saw the grate to the right. A grate that was supposed to be reinforced with silver to keep the werewolves from ever trying this particular escape route… provided that the wolves even realized it existed.

No one else is supposed to know about it.

Carefully, he put Olivia back on her feet.

“I’m not a sack of potatoes!” she snapped at him.

Really? Shit, like he didn’t know that. “You’re welcome for the ride and the rescue.”  He curled his fingers in that grate and heaved. The grate popped free—hell, yes! “Get in,” he ordered her.

She crouched, peered inside. “There are going to be…things in there.”

Things? His teeth snapped together. “And there are werewolves upstairs who want to tear you apart.”

She shot through that opening. He followed her, moving gingerly as he tried to put the grate back in place. He couldn’t get it in as securely as it had been before, but he mostly managed to wedge it back up. Someone would have to look very closely to be able to see that he’d moved the thing.

He turned around and bumped right into Olivia. “I-I can’t see anything,” she whispered.

Because the tunnel they were in was pitch black.  The place was old, centuries old, a tunnel that could crumble around them if they weren’t careful.

“Hold onto me,” he told her softly.  “I’ve got this.” He could see everything, including the
things
that she’d worried about.

Her fingers clamped around his arm. “Are we just going to hide out down here? They will find us, sooner or later, or we’ll just—”

“I’ve got a plan, love. Trust me.” He advanced into the darkness.

Her nails sank into his skin. “
No.
Look, dammit, I get that it’s too little, too late, but I wasn’t exactly high on choices upstairs.”

He frowned down at her. She wasn’t looking at his face in that total darkness, but instead staring just over his shoulder.

“Give me something here, other than
dragon—
I mean, make me know that I’m with the good guy.”

Oh, but he couldn’t do that. He’d never been exactly good, not even when he’d been working with the FBI.  If she only knew the things he’d done, she might just run back up to the wolves. “I work with Pate.”

“Give me
more.
Why are you at Purgatory? What’s going on?”

He pulled her closer.  Wanted to take her mouth again but didn’t.
Control.
“We don’t have time for a fucking long discourse here, love. So here are the simple facts. I’m working undercover—a cover that I blew for you.  And right now, I’m the only thing standing between you and death, so if you want to die, then by all means…” He let her go. “Don’t trust me.”

In the darkness, he saw her wrap her arms around her stomach. “You…you haven’t killed? Your file was all lies?”

“I’ve killed plenty.” Brutal truth. “And that’s why I’m your best hope of survival.”

She rocked back on her heels. “Have you killed innocents?”

The woman was so naive. “There are no innocents in this world.”

Her body trembled. He could see the small ripple that shook her.

With his back teeth clenched, he demanded, “Now are you coming with me or do you want to try your luck with the wolves?”

Her hand lifted, tried to find him in the dark. He stepped toward her so that she touched his chest. “He called me a djinn.”

I heard him.
“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

Fuck. “A djinn?” If she was, then they were in for a whole world of trouble.

“No! I don’t—I don’t think so.” Then, softer, “Is that like a genie?”

He caught a scent drifting toward him. Familiar. Human.
The warden.

Hell, hell,
hell.
“Come on.
Now.”
And they were off, moving through the tunnel at a breakneck speed, and the tunnel narrowed as they fled. Going down, down, and the scent turned heavy with mold and earth as the darkness swelled even more, ever deeper.

She didn’t speak again, and Olivia moved quickly, not asking about…
things…
even though he saw them scurry across their feet.

Then he could smell the salty air.  The ocean.  And hear the lap of the water.

“Please tell me a boat is waiting up there.”  Her voice held a desperate edge.

He whirled back toward her. The water bubbled up about ten feet away. If they dove
into
that water, they could swim out and get to the other side of the island. A place of safety, for the moment. “Tell
me
,” he told her, “that you’re a good swimmer.”

Silence. Then she shook her head.

He had the worst fucking luck. “Then, love, you’d better hold tight to me.”  She was trying to back away. Very much
not
holding tight. So he picked her up, but he didn’t toss her over his shoulder again. Instead, he cradled her in his arms. “When you need to breathe, kiss me.”

“Wh-what?”

“And I’ll give you my air.”

He ran toward the water, and, with her in his arms, leapt in.

***

Case Killian stormed into the quarters he’d given Olivia Maddox. He grabbed her bag, rifled through it. Found nothing but clothing—and a wooden stake.

“Where the hell is she?”

He’d already made Evan talk. The idiot had been blubbering when Case left him in the infirmary…with those two doctors who were bleeding messes, courtesy of the vampire Shane.

Evan had said that Olivia would be with the werewolves—only she hadn’t been. The doctor had seemingly vanished.

Shane has Olivia.
It was the only thing that made sense. The only reason why Case couldn’t find them. The vampire was unlike any other that Case had seen. Too powerful. Too dangerous.

He spun around to face the guards in the doorway. “Search every inch of this facility.  Find the missing vampire and find Dr. Maddox.”  His gaze fell to their weapons. “Forget the tranq. If you see Shane, kill him.”  Because the vampire wouldn’t destroy Purgatory.

Case wouldn’t let him.

“And bring Dr. Maddox to me.”

***

Her lungs were burning. Olivia couldn’t see anything in front of her but a murky darkness, and the salt water stung her eyes as she tried desperately to make out
something.

Shane had her right hand in his grip.  She was trying to swim with her left hand and kick with her feet, but the current was pulling at her, trying to rip her away from Shane.

She needed to
breathe.

He’d told her to kiss him when she needed air, so she turned frantically in the water, trying to get closer to him, trying to find his—

Shane pulled her against him. His other hand came up under her chin, and his mouth pressed to hers. Her lips parted, and he breathed for her.  Into her. A quick burst and then he had his arms wrapped around her.  He was shooting them up, up out of that darkness.

Her head broke through the water. Her mouth pulled from his and she gulped in and out desperately as she bobbed in the water.

The moon shone down on them. A million stars glittered overhead.

And the vampire held her easily against him.

“Thank you,” Olivia whispered because she knew he’d saved her life.  She didn’t know what would happen next, but for that moment, they were alive. And relatively safe
in the ocean.

The island that housed Purgatory was close, and Shane was already stroking them back toward it even as the waves heaved against them.

“Stop,” she said, as she tried to pull him back. “They’ll be waiting for us.”

“No, they think we’re still inside Purgatory right now and that buys us time.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her legs brushed against his beneath the water.  “Time for what? Unless you’ve got a plane hidden in your pocket…” Wouldn’t that be awesome?

“Time to get to a safe place.”

A safe place? On that little island?

“I told you before, you have to trust me.”

He’d also told her that he was a killer, but it didn’t seem like she had much choice, not unless she wanted to swim back to the mainland. And drown along the way.

So she did her best to stay with him—okay, he pulled her along, a lot, as they made their way not directly to the main shore, but to the left-hand side of the island.

“We’re going under again,” he warned her.

“Why?” The little beach was right there.

“Because that’s the only way to access the cave.”

Wait, what?

“Breathe, Olivia.”

She did.

They went under.  She kicked and stroked as best as she could and blindly followed Shane’s lead. There was no choice for her anymore.

Then, too many moments later, they were breaking through the surface of the water once more.  She couldn’t see anything when she came up for air, and the darkness felt suffocating.