Immortal Danger, Page 2

  Maya swore.

  “Ah, sweet, is that any way to greet an old friend?”

  She moved in a flash, lunging across the room and wrapping her fingers around his throat. “You,” she told him, her voice colder than ice, “are not my friend.”

  Rage sparked in his black eyes, but, to Adam’s surprise, he didn’t try to fight her. “Armand…told me…about Sean.”

  She slanted a quick glance back at the bartender and a satisfied smile curved her lips. “Ah, I knew he could get some information for me if he just tried.”

  Armand swallowed and lowered his head.

  Adam didn’t move. The tension in the air was suddenly, dangerously thick. The bar was quiet now. The guitarist had stopped strumming. There were no more whispers, no more moans. It was as if everyone were waiting, watching to see what would happen next.

  Because that’s exactly what they were all doing.

  “Someone attacked my day watcher,” Maya said, never releasing her hold on the vampire. “And let me tell you, Stephan, that really pisses me off.” She drew back her right hand, and Adam saw her razor-sharp claws.

  Why didn’t the other vampire attack her? Why didn’t they all jump her? Adam glanced around the room, confused as hell. Sure, the whispers and rumors held that Maya had woken to the undead world with almost abnormal vampire strength, but, hell, she was only one woman.

  She couldn’t be that strong.

  “I-I’ve heard…talk.” Stephan licked his lips.

  “And?” She lifted him up, holding him in the air with one hand.

  Adam wasn’t particularly impressed.

  “Wasn’t a vampire. Not one of us.”

  “Then who was it?”

  “It was me.” A huge guy stood just beyond the stage. Thick claws extended from his fingers, and unless Adam was very much mistaken, the fellow appeared to have horns in the middle of his wild mass of black hair.

  “Ah, hell.” Maya dropped the vampire and turned to face her new threat. “What is the deal? First that guy—” She jerked her thumb toward Adam, “and now you. Has Hugh gone mad-ass crazy and he’s letting just any jerk inside who wants to come and play with the vamps?”

  The man—no, couldn’t be a man—smiled. Adam expected to see fangs. And he did. Each tooth the guy had—and he had a lot—was a sharpened fang.

  Interesting.

  He stepped back, not because he was afraid, but because he wanted to watch Maya work. He figured this would be a good test for her.

  Unless he missed his guess, he was staring at a level-ten demon. A very old level ten. An ancient. The baddest of his kind.

  There were ten levels of demons in the known world. The first three levels, well, they weren’t anything to worry about. Sure, they could control a small flame, or make the wind dance. Not exactly earth-shattering.

  Fours to eights—they were stronger. They could hypnotize humans. Control more of the elements. They were hard to kill. To slay ’em, the head had to generally be severed.

  Level nines and level tens—those guys were the demons that folks really feared. The demons of the sort mentioned in the Bible. Monsters who slaughtered women and children for fun, bathed in blood, had unbelievable strength, and could sometimes live forever—provided, of course, that the demon didn’t lose his head. The oldest of these demons had tails, horns, claws, and skin that couldn’t be pierced with human weapons. Considering that fun fact, the level nines and level tens really didn’t have to worry too much about a beheading.

  That’s why the bastards got to live and kill for so long.

  In the supernatural world, they were considered the bad-asses. They feared no one.

  Sure as hell not a slip of a vampire, Adam thought.

  Maya circled the demon and the other vampires backed away, going way back.

  The bleeding humans even seemed to finally sense that things had taken a deadly turn in the feeding bar. They hurried to the corners, shrinking back and gazing around with lost eyes.

  “Hugh?” The demon spoke the name slowly, tilting his head to the side. “Oh, would that be the man who was guarding the door?” He held up his hands and Adam could see the blood dripping from the demon’s claws. “He didn’t want to let me in, so I had to convince him.”

  A faint tremble shook Maya’s body. If Adam hadn’t been watching her so closely, he would have missed it.

  “You bastard. I liked Hugh, and I don’t like many people.” She stood in front of the demon now, barely five steps away. Legs braced shoulder-width apart, hands relaxed at her sides.

  “And you killed Hydan, you bitch!”

  Hydan. The light dawned. That had been the demon Maya had beheaded two nights back. A rogue who’d slashed a prostitute’s face and then started on her body. Adam had been following Maya when she’d stumbled onto him, alerted by the other woman’s screams.

  Adam moved slightly, creeping around the bar so that he could get a better view. Ah, that was it. Now he could see Maya’s face.

  The woman was smiling. “Yeah, I killed him. And you know what? I’d do it again.”

  The demon’s teeth snapped together. “I’m going to enjoy ripping you open, vampire.”

  “Um, are we gonna talk all night?” She lifted one dark brow. “Or is someone going to die?”

  Her words seemed to push the demon over some invisible edge. He roared and launched forward, beefy arms raised and his mouth open.

  Maya didn’t move. She stood there, looking fragile, too vulnerable, as the seven-foot demon attacked.

  Adam stepped forward, an instinctual move, because she looked so damn helpless.

  A level-ten demon was too strong. She’d never survive, and if she got her heart ripped out and her head chopped off—a surefire way to kill a vamp—she’d never be able to help him find—

  Maya’s hands lifted at the last second. She grabbed the demon’s claws, jerked his left hand back, and then drove his own claws straight into his throat.

  Blood gushed down his chest, poured onto Maya, and covered the floor.

  The demon began twisting, snarling, howling. His right hand raked her side, slashing deep and ripping her skin wide open.

  She never eased her hold on him.

  Adam saw her fingers tighten around the demon’s wrist, then she yanked his hand to the left, to the right—and she cut the demon’s head off.

  With his own damn hand.

  The head fell to the floor with a thud. The body stood stiffly for a moment. Swayed. Then the knees buckled and the demon’s chest slammed toward the wooden floor.

  Maya jumped back, barely avoiding being taken down by the headless corpse.

  She stared at the demon’s remains, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her fangs bared.

  Now, I’m impressed.

  Apparently, the rumors were true. Maya Black was truly one badass vampire.

  Maya gazed down at the body, trying to swallow back the nausea rising in her throat.

  Shit. The damn thing is still twitching.

  She drew a deep breath, smelled his blood.

  He wasn’t human. I didn’t kill a human.

  But she’d killed.

  And he would have killed me. He’d already attacked Sean, left him for dead. Murdered Hugh.

  The demon had deserved to die.

  A demon, not a man. She just had to remember that fact.

  She lifted her head, deliberately drawing her gaze from the demon. The room around her was quiet, too quiet. She knew everyone had been watching her. Some, if not all, hoping that she’d be the one who wound up on the floor.

  Luckily for her, that hadn’t been her first encounter with an L10. No, she’d gone against a level-ten demon three months after her change. She’d learned the hard way that the legend about the mortal weapons not being able to pierce their flesh was true. She’d been about ten seconds away from her second and final death when she’d managed to shove the demon’s claws back against his chest.

  When the blood had begun t
o flow, Maya had known instantly what she had to do.

  Kill or be killed. It was the new law, the only law, she followed these days.

  Stephan sauntered up to her side. He was smiling. The guy was always smiling. “That’ll teach ’em to come into our territory.”

  A rumble of agreement.

  Great. Now the vampires were going to act like they’d just won some kind of pissing contest with the demons.

  “So that’s how you kill ’em, huh?” He bent down, dipped a finger in the L10’s blood. “I’ll have to remember that.” He brought the fingertip to his lips, then frowned.

  Level-ten demon blood was sour as hell.

  The music started again then. The strumming of the guitar was light at first, tentative. Then louder, stronger as the vampires and humans began to drift from the shadows.

  Maya stepped over the demon. His body would be taken care of. She knew Armand had a policy of destroying the dead left in his bar.

  She’d settled her score. Now it was time for her to leave.

  She hated the killing.

  He wasn’t a man.

  He’d been a monster. Evil. Deadly.

  A monster.

  Just like she was.

  Maya shoved open the door, stepping into the night. She didn’t look down at Hugh. She couldn’t bear to, not then, but she knew he was dead. She could no longer hear his heart beating.

  Human. Hugh had been a human, a watcher of sorts, just like Sean. He’d always been civil to her.

  The guy had also never tried to kill her, a definite mark in his favor.

  Footsteps thundered behind her. Eager whispers reached her ears.

  She froze. Didn’t glance over her shoulder. “Don’t even think about drinking from him.” The scavengers drank from the dead.

  But she didn’t want anyone drinking from Hugh.

  “Bury him. Get him a priest. But don’t drink from him.” Now she did turn back, looking at each vampire in turn. “Or I’ll come back for you.”

  The fear that flashed on their faces told her that they believed her. Good. Because she’d hate to have to hunt them down.

  Too much work.

  Maya inclined her head, then stalked down the road. Every step, the air became a little cleaner. The stench of death faded. She could almost pretend that she hadn’t just been in hell.

  She’d easily traveled ten blocks before she realized that she was being followed. It was the faintest of sounds that alerted her. A soft sigh. Could have been a whisper of breath or a scuff of a shoe on the pavement.

  But Maya knew she wasn’t alone on the dark street.

  Her nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled. Since her change, all of her senses had grown stronger. Hearing. Smell. Sight.

  Especially sight. She could see perfectly in the dark. When she hunted, it was like she was using some kind of heat vision. She could see the warm red glow of her prey. Could stalk and hunt easily for miles.

  Normally, she could also smell with the detection of an animal. She could pick up scents, even identify different people from miles away.

  But tonight, she didn’t smell any trace of her pursuer.

  Just as earlier, when the human had approached her, she hadn’t detected his scent. Which was damn odd. Humans always carried a scent. Perfume. Cigarettes. Soap. Something. But that guy, the tall, dark guy who’d approached her in the feeding room, he’d had no scent.

  Maya rolled her shoulders, stood in the middle of the street, and waited.

  It didn’t take a genius to understand who was on her trail. She really, really wasn’t in the mood for any more shit right then.

  “You’re starting to get on my bad side,” she said, and her voice carried easily in the night.

  Silence.

  One moment.

  Two.

  Then, footsteps. Slow. Steady. The guy wasn’t trying to hide anymore. Good.

  Maya turned on her heel and watched as her stalker approached. It was him, of course. She could tell by the strong, muscular shape of his body.

  He stepped under a streetlight, and the fluorescent glow shone down on his black hair. Maya studied him a moment, frowning. The guy was big. Not especially tall. She gauged him to be a bit over six feet, but he was solidly muscled—every inch of him.

  He wore a black jacket over his shirt. Loose jeans encased his long legs, and a scuffed pair of boots covered his feet.

  The guy wasn’t handsome. Not in the cover-boy style that most humans found so popular these days. His face was hard, rugged. His cheekbones were sharp, his nose a little too long. He had a strong, square jawline and a faint cleft in his chin. His lips were firm, a bit thin, and currently pressed into a tight line.

  And his eyes…She’d never seen eyes quite like his before. The green was so deep, so dark. Emerald. He had emerald eyes.

  Those eyes of his, they made her nervous. Very nervous.

  Something was off about the guy, and as he closed the final distance between them, her body went on alert.

  “Wanna tell me why you’re following me, Slick?” Did the man have some kind of death wish? He’d seen what she’d done to the demon—that should have been a big clue for him to stay the hell away from her.

  “My name”—his voice rumbled from deep in his chest—“is Adam. Adam Brody.” No accent marked the words.

  Maya grunted. She didn’t really care about his name. She just wanted him to leave her alone. “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “I told you before, Maya, I need your help.”

  He knew her name. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be impressed by that fact or worried. After considering the situation for three seconds, she decided she was neither.

  Most of the supernaturals in Los Angeles knew who she was. She hadn’t exactly made a habit of hiding her identity. She didn’t know if Adam Brody fell into the supernatural category or if he was just a well-informed human, but either way, she didn’t really care that he knew her identity.

  And the guy was still singing his song about needing help. She sighed, then muttered, “I told you, I’m not into helping people.” Killing, that was another matter. “Do yourself a favor. Stay away from me.” Her gaze darted to the night sky, gauging the location of the moon. She needed to hurry if she was going to make it to the hospital before dawn.

  Maya turned to go—

  Adam grabbed her arm.

  She stared at his hand a moment. The long, tanned fingers. His flesh felt warm against her.

  When was the last time a guy had chosen to touch her? Without, of course, the intent to kill?

  Her life was so screwed up.

  “Let go,” she ordered.

  “No.”

  Now that had her jerking back to face him fully, her brows lifted. “Who are you?”

  His eyes narrowed. “I told you, I’m Adam Brody, and I—”

  “No.” That wasn’t what she meant. Time to try again. “What are you?”

  He blinked. “A man who needs help.”

  A man. Maya wasn’t sure she believed that. “For a human, you seem awful relaxed to be here, talking with me.”

  He shrugged. “So you’re a vampire. I’ve met your kind before.”

  Oh, she’d just bet he had. Adam Brody was holding out on her, and she was no one’s fool. “I’m not just a vampire,” she whispered, watching closely for his response as she stepped toward him and brushed her body against his. Mmm, she liked the way he felt. Liked the hard steel of his muscles. “I’m a very hungry vampire.” Her hand lifted and Maya trailed her fingers down his throat.

  She expected him to back away. To flinch in revulsion. Something. But the guy didn’t so much as bat an eyelash.

  Her fingers were over his pulse now. She could feel the blood drumming beneath her touch.

  No empty threat. She realized that she was hungry.

  The wound on her side had yet to close—it’d be several hours before she healed completely. She was still bleeding, and she’d already lost
too much blood.

  Blood loss weakened her. It weakened all vamps. If they lost too much, they could die.

  Her fingertips stroked his skin and her canines began to stretch and sharpen. Just a bite. After all, he’d been the one to come looking for her. Just a quick bite, and she’d send him on his way.

  Maya rose onto her toes. Her breath blew over his skin. Her heart began to drum faster as anticipation filled her. She could almost taste him.

  Her lips pressed against his throat. Kissed the flesh. Her tongue snaked out, licked a light trail over his pounding pulse.

  Adam’s hand was still wrapped around her arm. His fingers tightened and she heard him draw in a sudden, sharp breath.

  It was always so easy to make the prey want the bite. She’d discovered after her change that it wasn’t necessary to force humans to submit to her. She could usually seduce men into offering their throats to her.

  At first, she was just a woman to them. She looked human. Her body seemed human. She breathed. Her heart beat. Her blood pumped through her. The prey didn’t realize until too late what she really was.

  But by that point, her teeth were already in their throats, and for the men she’d tasted, well, they’d found it to be a highly pleasurable experience.

  She made it a habit not to hurt humans unless she had to do so.

  Now, monsters, well, they were a different matter.

  Maya lightly scraped the edge of her teeth over Adam’s throat. His pulse raced faster now, pounding harder beneath her mouth.

  Just a taste.

  He pushed her back and stared down at her with eyes that blazed with fury. “You want to drink from me, then you agree to help me.”

  Her teeth snapped together as she fought the blood hunger. He was a persistent one, she’d give him that. And now he was starting to make her curious.

  A man willing to exchange his blood. For what?

  “What is it that you need from me?” She was really almost afraid to find out. Don’t get involved. She had enough problems to deal with and—

  “My niece. Vampires took her.” His fingers dug into her arm. “I’ve got to get her back.”