Dread Nemesis of Mine (Overworld Chronicles #4)

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Dread Nemesis of Mine (Overworld Chronicles #4) Page 37

"Positions," Fausta commanded, readying her sword.

Michael took up a position opposite her while Elyssa took up the center.

The creatures attacked in a mob. Fausta and Michael butchered scores of them as they reached the door, forced back only by the volume of bodies as they stacked up at the door—dismembered heads, arms, and legs thrashing thanks to the unholy magic giving them false life.

I took a few steps back down the hall toward the spiral staircase to give the Templars more room. Adam growled out a command and shot a fireball from his staff. It turned the fallen bodies into a roiling pyre. The sickly sweet odor of burning flesh filled the air.

Something cold grabbed my ankle and jerked. I tumbled backwards down the stairs, rolling to a stop partway down. A sharp agonizing pain lanced into my calf. I jerked my leg, but failed to free it. A rush of fire seared my veins, seeming to catch my entire body on fire. I looked up and saw with horror the source of the agony.

A vampling, feasting on my blood.

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Unlike the sensation when Maximus had fed upon me, there was no pleasure whatsoever from the vampling bite. Only pain and agony. Using every last ounce of willpower, I bent back my other leg and kicked the thing's head.

Something cracked. The creature's head snapped back at a terrible angle. Slammed into the curved wall. The vampling pushed off it, landed on all fours, and hissed. A pair of broken glasses dangled from its nose. A soccer T-shirt and shorts, torn and bloody were the only other reminders of the humanity the undead creature had once possessed.

Despite the withdrawal of its fangs, the agony in my veins persisted. Desperation lent me the strength to roll backwards down the stairs while the vampling, running on hands and feet like an animal, chased me. I tried to lurch to my feet. Dizziness pulled me back to the floor. I resorted to crawling as the venom in my blood betrayed all sense of balance.

Cold hands gripped me. The vampling's teeth went for my ankle. A frightened yelp escaped me as I jerked my foot free and kicked my pursuer in the head. The kick propelled me head-over-heels, backwards down the remaining stairs. At the bottom, I hit the wall to the side of the stairwell. The hilt of my sword clanged against the stone. Somewhere during my flight, I'd lost the assault rifle. Bracing my back on the stone surface, I pushed to my feet, drew my sword, and turned right to face my attacker.

The vampling snarled. Dove at me.

Reflex kicked in. I dodged to the left. Swept my sword down in a cutting motion. Steel met bone, cleaving through it like hot butter. One of the vampling's arms flopped to the ground. I jerked my sword from the creature's ribs and sliced down again and again, chopping the thing into bits.

A groan sounded in the hallway behind me.

I spun and faced two more undead. Steadier on my feet now, I mustered all my strength and sliced both their heads off in one clean sweep. Reversed my swing and took off their legs. More groans warned of another attack. Vamplings shambled out of the room where Maximus had strapped me down like an animal. Horror, hatred, and anger suffused my heart and burned into my veins.

Even more creatures appeared behind me. I had nowhere to go.

Fear vanished, erased by the certainty that, here, I would die. Blinding anger burned through the fear, boiling into fury.

"Xhi kakini xhe keyalla!" I shouted in a guttural voice. I will kill you all!

Demonic instinct overwhelmed me, and my sword flashed like lightning among my enemies.

"Justin?" A warm hand caressed my jaw.

My eyes fluttered open. I flinched back with a shout.

"It's me, Justin. Elyssa."

"Holy Mary, what happened down here?" Fausta looked around the room, eyes wide. Blood spattered her face and clothing, but she otherwise looked no worse for wear.

I held out a blood-coated hand to Elyssa. She pulled me to my feet. I felt weak, but not completely drained. Dismembered, twitching bodies lay everywhere. Dark vampling blood covered the floor in a spreading lake of death.

"I don't remember." Pressing my hands to my head, I tried to recall the battle, but found only fleeting images and roars. Had I manifested into my demon form? My sword lay at my feet, and the bodies looked as though I'd run them down with a lawnmower.

"Remind me not to piss you off," Fausta said. She looked up the spiral stairs. "I think we're done here."

I followed her and Elyssa up the stairs, still feeling woozy and disoriented. The gagging stench of charred flesh and hair made me double over as I neared the top. It was all I could do to push it away as my supernatural senses soaked it all in.

A gentle breeze carried the smoke toward the chamber from which the vamplings had come. Adam, his face sweaty and covered in soot, appeared to be the source of the wind, his staff waving in circles. When he saw us, he stopped, mouth dropping open as he looked at me.

I looked down and noticed my blood-soaked clothing and my crimson hands. "Oh, god."

Michael, his own face splotched here and there with red, raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"He went crazy or something and killed—I don't know—twenty vamplings?" Fausta shook her head. "It was hard to tell with all the body parts."

Michael nodded his head toward the stairs. "Is it clear down there?"

Elyssa took my hand and squeezed. "Yes."

"What about in there?" I pointed at the chamber beyond the red door.

Michael nodded. "Looks like it. We were about to go check it out."

Adam sent a globe of light inside the room. Piles of roasted bodies and dismembered limbs lay at the entrance and beyond. A tar-like substance I identified as burnt blood covered the floor.

"I really don't want to go in there," Fausta said with a shudder. "Maybe we should wait on the Custodians."

Taking a deep breath, and instantly regretting it, thanks to the odor, I stepped past the charred bodies and inside the room. If the cells in the tunnels had been where the former dungeon wards had kept most of the prisoners, this room must have been where they put the vilest criminals, or at least the ones they wanted to suffer the most.

The room was large and filled with crude torture devices. They looked old, rusted, and unusable. Along the edges of the room were windowless, iron doors. I heard a moan and jumped back, ripping my sword from its sheath. The weak moan came again. I looked around the room, but couldn't find the source. Then I looked up. Cages hung from the ceiling by thick chains. In the glow of Adam's light, I made out a pale form lying in a heap inside one of them.

It groaned.

"Lower the cage," Michael said. "We need to burn it with the others."

A crank on the wall secured the chain. I spun it around, lowering the cage as the poor creature inside moaned. The cage clanked to the floor. A thick padlock secured the barred door.

"I've got it," Adam said, touching his staff to it. The padlock snapped open a few seconds later.

The cage door squealed open with a firm pull of my hand. The vampling huddled in the fetal position, shivering under a pile of blood-stained clothes.

"That's odd," I said.

Michael grabbed at some loose cloth and dragged the vampling out. Let go and backed away. The body sprawled. Red eyes looked up into mine from a blood-stained face. Blackened veins riddled the skin, writhing like snakes beneath the surface. I gasped and dropped to a knee.

"Help me," the infected vampire rasped. "Please, Justin."

I stared in horror at the vampire. At the young woman I knew. At Felicia.

Adam cried out. His staff clattered to the floor as he fell to his knees beside me. "Felicia! Oh, god. What the hell did Maximus do to you? That son of a bitch!"

She gripped his shirt with a pale hand already darkening with infection. "Adam?" She smiled. Shuddered and gasped. "Brother, you're here?"

"For you, sis. I came for you."

"You—you finally came for me." A tear trickled down her cheek.

Tears poured down Adam's face. He bent over his sister and hugged her tight as agonized cries tore from his throat. "All my fault. All my fault. Don't leave me, Felicia. Please don't die."

She sucked in a breath as her body bucked with spasms. "You have to kill me. No choice."

"Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked Michael. "Some kind of Templar cure?"

He looked on, his eyes troubled. "I'm sorry."

Elyssa appeared in the doorway, holding Meghan in her arms. She set her down. "She's over there. Please try to help."

Meghan knelt, placing a hand over Felicia's forehead. Eyes full of tears, she looked at Adam and shook her head. "There is no cure. Nothing I can do."

"Can my blood do anything?" I asked. "Like it helped Stacey with the hellhound venom?"

"I'm afraid not," Meghan said. She wiped the moisture from her eyes and took Felicia's hand.

"Take care of my brother," Felicia said. "Marry him and keep him out of trouble. He's a handful."

Meghan sniffed and nodded. "I will."

"He'll blame himself. Always does." Felicia sucked in a harsh breath. "Not his fault. I…made choices."

"I should have been there for you," Adam said.

"Love you anyway," she said, panting as pain filled her eyes.

Wiping away the cloud of moisture in my own eyes, I stood up and walked away, anger boiling within. Why had I let her go off by herself? Why hadn't I insisted she stay with me and Katie? Wasn't there someone who could stop this infection? Cure her?

Daelissa!

The insane angel somehow prevented Templars from succumbing to the virus. Could she cure them? The question was moot. She didn't give a crap about saving anyone, only about restoring the rule of her people by any means necessary. But there was another person who might be able to help. First, I'd have to find her. I looked at Felicia's slim figure, writhing as it battled the vampling curse, losing inch by inch.

"Meghan." I touched her shoulder and pulled her aside to leave Adam still hugging his sister.

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