Damon (The Protectors #1)(50)
Nicole had no idea how long they had been there hanging, but it felt like forever. Thinking she heard someone outside the car she had called out, but no one came. No one answered. She wondered where Damon was and why he hadn't come. Yeah, now she wanted his help. Ha....what a joke. God she was an idiot. She had tried to reach over to Pam, but couldn't reach. “Pam.” Nicole's raspy voice cried. “Please wake up.”
Thinking she heard footsteps Nicole tried again to get out of the seatbelt, screaming, hoping someone would hear. Heavy footsteps came closer. “Please help!” Nicole called out. The car started to rock, Nicole screamed trying to reach Pam. She didn't care who was out there, she just wanted to get to Pam. She knew it wasn't Damon because he would have said something by now. Finally the rocking stopped, the creaking of the car sounding eerie.
Hearing Pam moan Nicole pushed herself up to look at her battered friend, but before she could do anything her door was ripped from the car. Nicole screamed as a terrifying face appeared before her.
“Surprise!” Chad's chuckle was evil. “Paybacks a bitch...ain't it?”
Nicole swallowed hard. “Chad you need to help her.” Nicole would beg if she had to. “Call 911. She's hurt bad.” Nicole knew she was hurt also. She couldn't feel anything other than pain in her left ankle and her vision was blurring so she knew she probably had a head injury.
“Not gonna happen Nicole.” Chad's speech sounded funny and she could see what looked like drool hanging in threads off his chin. “The bitch is as good as dead and so are you, but not until we have us a little fun.”
Chad snatched the seatbelt and with one strong tug it broke. Crying out Nicole tried to brace herself, but it was no use the momentum sent her falling on herself. Chad's hands grabbed for her. Trying to dig her way deeper into the car, Nicole realized there was nowhere to go. Fiery pain gripped her scalp as Chad clutched a fist full of hair dragging her out into the night and through the woods not caring that she screamed.
The louder she was the better because he had plans this night and it included Damon DeMaster's watching his bitch die. He made sure not to kill the bastard before following Nicole, just delay him a bit until he was ready for his revenge.
Nicole woke up slumped on the floor of a small dank room. The smell of mold and mildew tickled her nose making her want to sneeze. Confused, she looked around slowly her neck protesting in pain. God, her whole body felt like it was on fire. Movement from across the room made her gasp and then it all came back to her. “Where are we?” Nicole looked at Chad as she sat up straighter, her flight instincts taking over, sending the pain to the back of her mind.
“We, my lovely pain in the ass, are in your hell.” Chad wiped his chin with his arm. “As soon as that bastard gets here it's all going to be over.”
“You're crazy.” Nicole spat trying to hide her fear. Something was way different with Chad. “He will kill you.”
Knocking the chair back as he stood he rushed across the room so fast her eyes could hardly track him. “I don't think so.” Chad knelt down flashing a set of fangs. “Now we are on equal playing field.”
Nicole shrank back in fear. “What have you done?”
“What I should have done a long time ago.” Chad grabbed her chin in a bruising grasp. “Do you have any idea how much money you have cost me?”
Nicole didn't answer. She couldn't take her eyes off his fangs. They looked too large for his mouth and drool kept leaking out the sides dribbling down his chin.
“No...” He forcibly shook her head back and forth answering for her. Flinging her face away he stood and walked to the only window in the room. With his back to her he stared out the window allowing Nicole to look for an escape...weapon....hope, but finding none, she focused back on him. “You are the cause of all of this. If you would have minded your own business and stayed out of mine everything would have been fine. But no, you had to be little Ms. Perfect and save the world.”
“You were setting up people to adopt vampire children to sell their blood.” Nicole whispered sickened at the thought. “You used your job for your own greed. That was you in Stevie's house that night. You killed his parents.”
Chad turned to glare at her. “It wasn't suppose to happen that way. We had an agreement, but then they decided they didn't need the money we could make on the vamps blood.”
“So you killed them?” Nicole said in disbelief. She never really liked Chad, but never did she think he would have done something like this. Nicole pushed herself up shakily trying to stand, but her left foot couldn't hold any weight. She had seen a sharp piece of scrap metal lying next to her which she swiped before she stood. It wasn't much, but it was something. Leaning against the wall for support she stuck the metal in her back pocket.
“It was you at the charity game.” Nicole looked at him in horror. “You were going to kill Mitch.”
“Never liked the son of the bitch anyway. People need to stop screwing with me.” Chad sneered. “Just like you're about to find out.”
“Did you put the hit out on me?” Nicole figured she might as well find out all she could.
“You were costing me money.” Chad had to swipe at the drool again. “I owed some people and every time I turned around you were taking kids out of homes I needed them in.”