New Species 02 Slade (17 page)

bitch had six kids.” He gripped her waist painfully. “I

bet you’re fucking tight too. You don’t have any stretch

marks. You haven’t had any kids. I can tell by your tits.”

The dizziness receded. Trisha slowly recovered from

the blow. She spit blood at him. He would rape her

anyway. “Fuck you, asshole.”

He grabbed her throat. Trisha could only stare at him

in horror as his hand squeezed her neck painfully. He

looked absolutely livid as he moved closer until they

were almost nose to nose.

“You think you’re too good for me, little girl? You

think you can call me names? I bet you’re wishing you

had held your tongue about now.” He took deep breaths.

“Want air? It’s good. You’re turning blue, bitch.” His

hand released her.

Trisha gasped in air and choked. She stared at him as

he reached down and slowly unbuttoned his pants. He

nodded at her and then dropped them to his ankles to

reveal he wore tighty-whities. He gripped them and

shoved them down to his ankles. He grabbed his

protruding dick with his fist and slowly jerked on it.

Disgust welled up in Trisha.

“See what you’re going to get, little girl? I’m going to

know every hole in you. Every one. You think you can

call me names with that mouth? Try to call me names

when I’m shoved down your fucking throat, bitch.”

“I’d rather die. Just kill me!” she screamed at him.

“You’re a fucking loser. You’re nothing but a fucking

asshole rapist.” She hoped he’d snap and kill her. She’d

rather die than live through him touching her. “And that’s

fucking pathetic by the way. I’m a doctor and I’ve seen a

lot of them,” she taunted him. “Pathetic!” she screamed.

His face turned red and he roared out in rage as he

lunged forward. Trisha tensed as he charged and could

only throw her back against the tree while she attempted

to kick both feet out at him. Her shoulders and wrists

screamed in pain but her feet hit him. Pain shot up both

of her legs as she made contact with his body. She’d been

aiming for his groin but instead she hit him in his upper

thighs.

The enraged man didn’t fall but he did stumble back

about four feet, nearly tripped on his pants around his

ankles, but remained on his feet.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “You want to play

rough? You think you can try to kick me in the nuts and

not pay for that? I’m going to hurt you so bad you beg

me to kill you and then I’m going to.”

He charged at her again. She saw him raise a fist and

knew she couldn’t avoid it. Her last thought was that he

might hurt her enough to knock her out so she wasn’t

aware when he raped her. If I survive. She doubted she

would. She just didn’t want to be conscious when he hurt

and killed her.

The blow never landed. Trisha saw something large

and fast slam into the advancing man just inches from

her body. She jerked her head to gape at Slade, who was

now on top of the half-naked man. Both men rolled and

they leaped apart.

“Slade,” Trisha sobbed.

“Kind of busy, Doc.” He didn’t look at her. “You all

right? Did he rape you?” He snarled the words,

obviously enraged.

“He was about to.” Tears fell freely down Trisha’s

cheeks and a sob caught in her throat. Slade had come

after her.

“Fucking animal,” Bill spat. He yanked up his

underwear and pants, which had been caught around his

ankles.

“You’re calling me an animal?” Slade snarled.

“That’s fucking rich coming from a lowlife woman-

beating rapist. Want to call me an inbred, idiot asshole

too since you seem to want to call me the names that fit

you better?”

Bill pulled a small knife from his left boot and

waved it between his body and Slade. “So you came after

the little girl, did you? Is she your master or something,

Fido?”

“I guess that makes you a really sick bastard if you

think she’s a little girl.”

“I’m going to cut off your head and hang it over my

mantel,” Bill taunted. “Come at me, Fido. I’ll just gut you

a bit first if you’re lucky and make you watch me fuck

her to see how humans do it.”

Slade laughed. “Like you know how to be human?

And that isn’t fucking, shit for brains. It’s called rape. The

only one who needs a lesson is you. And not to change

the subject but Doc is right. The last time I saw

something that size I was about eight years old when I

was looking down. You’re fucking pathetic. No wonder

you have to tie women to trees and force yourself on

them. A woman not restrained would laugh her ass off if

you pulled out that little dinky thing. Did you stop

growing when you were eight? I sure as hell didn’t. I’m

bigger than that soft and sitting in cold water.”

“At least I can have kids,” Bill yelled. “You’re

shooting blanks, animal. We laugh about that all the

time. All we got to do is wait around for you animal

fuckers to die off.”

“You think so?” Slade’s eyes narrowed. “We may not

be able to breed children but we do know how to treat

women.”

He fought the rage inside him. The human had

touched Trisha, stripped her body, bared it to view, and

the scent of her blood hung in the air. He refused to look

at her, knowing he’d go insane if he actually saw any real

damage to her. He needed to keep his head. He wanted

the bastard to suffer. He’d just rip the son of a bitch apart

if he didn’t calm down. He’d die too fast.

Bill waved the knife again. “We’re hoping your life

span is that of a pathetic dog. That’s what you are, isn’t it,

animal? You don’t got the pussy eyes I saw on the

television from the pet you put before the news

cameras.”

“Yeah,” Slade growled. “I’m canine.” He flashed his

sharp teeth. “I’m going to outlive you.”

“None of you are going to survive long.” Bill backed

up a little and switched hands with his knife and

wiggled his fingers to motion Slade to come at him.

“We’re going to hunt every single one of you down.

You’re going to be sport. We’d have to just bomb you

fuckers if you were able to breed before you can create

puppies.” His gaze slid to Trisha for an instant and then

he smirked. “You think she wants you? Think human

women would want someone shooting blanks, rutting on

them?”

“At least I have the equipment to please a woman,”

Slade growled at him. “You might have the ability to

breed children but all you’d passed down is your

ignorance and tiny dick.”

“I’m going to leave you bleeding on the ground to

watch me fuck her and show you how a woman likes it

from a real man. I’m going to have something you can

only dream about.”

Slade’s anger boiled but he kept a tight hold on it.

The urge to make him suffer diminished quickly, more

in favor of just killing the human. He flashed his teeth

again, wanting the human to come at him. It would give

him the advantage he needed.

“She’s already mine. She knows what it’s like to have

a real male inside her and she wanted me to fuck her.”

He smiled coldly. “I didn’t have to tie her up and she

didn’t call me pathetic. She belongs to me.”

An enraged yell came from Bill and he lunged with

the knife. Slade dodged the plunging, sharp blade. He

threw his arm out and Bill screamed. A loud pop

sounded. The knife dropped and Bill screamed again,

jumping away.

Slade had hit Bill’s knife-wielding arm hard enough

to break it. Slade smiled, showing sharp teeth, and then

he closed the distance. He grabbed Bill’s shirt and

hauled back his fist and punched him in the nose. The

human yelled as blood poured from his face while he

stared in horror at Slade.

“This is for hitting my woman,” Slade growled.

“You’re going to know pain and suffering before I’m

done with you. You never should have touched her. For

every second of her pain, you will know it as well.” He

snarled. “And then you will die.”

“No,” Bill gasped, his terror showing in his wide

eyes and bloodied face.

Trisha watched in stunned horror as the men locked

in combat. Fear gripped her that Slade might be hurt but

within seconds she realized he had speed and strength

against his opponent. He easily took command of the

fight.

Slade kept a hold on Bill’s shirt as he lifted his leg

and kicked the asshole’s right knee. The horrible noise

seemed really loud as the leg snapped. The sight was

sickening when bone popped through the skin, blood

flew, and Slade shoved Bill onto the ground when he

toppled sideways as his leg collapsed under him.

Bill sobbed. Trisha was stunned. Slade crouched

down, resting on his bent knees while he glared at Bill.

Blood poured from Bill’s nose and leg. Bone protruded

just above his knee where the bone had separated right

through his pants. Slade continued to watch him for a

long minute.

“The pain and terror you are feeling right now is

what you made my woman feel. You were going to hurt

and rape her. Then you were going to kill her when you

were done using her body.” Slade paused. “I might be an

animal but I’m more merciful than you. I could leave you

here to die slowly.” He stood, turning his back on the

man. He walked over to the fallen knife, bent and

gripped the blade handle. He seemed to be testing the

weight of it.

“Bill? Go to hell,” Slade growled. “You never should

have touched what is mine.”

Slade turned and in one fluid motion threw the knife.

It struck Bill in the chest. Shock and horror fixed on the

horrible man’s face as he looked down to see his own

weapon buried deep within his body. He fell backward

and didn’t move again.

Trisha gaped at the lifeless man. She was certain he

was dead. He’d been moaning in pain from the injures

he’d sustained until Slade had buried the knife in him to

the hilt. It took a lot of strength and skill to throw a

weapon that hard and hit the mark. Slade moved toward

Trisha. She tore her gaze from the dead body and met

Slade’s dark-blue eyes. They were all she could see as he

closed in on her.

“Don’t look at me that way,” Slade ordered softly.

He stopped in front of her and reached for one of her

wrists. He tore the bandana free. A pained sound tore

from her when her arm lowered because it really hurt.

She experienced that pins-and-needles pain as it stabbed

down her arm and shoulder almost instantly. Slade freed

the other arm. As soon as he had her unrestrained, Slade

reached for her and swept her into his arms.

“You’re shaking. Come on, Doc. You’re safe. I’ve got

you and it’s all good now.”

Slade moved to the sleeping bag and lowered them

to the ground until she ended up sitting on his lap. He

stared at her mouth and pulled his arm out from under

her knees where he’d lifted her.

Gentle fingers brushed her lower lip. She flinched

from the pain. Slade’s gaze narrowed. “Damn. He hit you

hard enough to split your lip. Open up for me, Doc. Let’s

make sure you don’t have any permanent damage.”

Trisha opened her mouth and Slade touched her

teeth. His eyes seemed to darken when he moved his

finger out and brushed the tip of it over the injured part

of her cheek where she’d been struck.

“All there and accounted for but you’re going to

have a nice bruise.” His gaze studied her jaw and cheek.

“Let’s be thankful he didn’t hit you an inch higher or

you’d be sporting a black eye.”

Her shock wore off and she began thinking again.

“We have to leave. There are more men with him and

they will come back.”

He shook his head. “No. There aren’t.”

“There are. One of them is hurt and two of them went

looking for him and you. If the missing guy is found they

could show up at any moment. We have to leave before

they return. They have guns, Slade. They―”

“Are all dead.” Slade cupped her face with both

hands. “I killed them. There were three of them and they