Damon (The Protectors #1)(52)
“Well, that's where you're wrong. I had it coated in silver. Cost me a pretty penny, but every cent was worth it just to see that bastard die as the silver spreads through his body.” Chad slobbered more as a wide smile spread across his grotesque mouth. “Oh yeah, worth every last cent.”
She was not going to let him kill Damon. “You know Chad you really are stupid.” Nicole spat, then chuckled, hoping to make him mad enough to come closer to her. Just close enough she could use the piece of metal in her back pocket. She wasn't sure how to kill a vampire, but she was sure a piece of metal, silver or not, through the heart would be a good start. “Damon is way smarter than you. He is going to kill you, do you know that? You don't stand a chance against him or any of the warriors for that matter. Damon is more man than you could ever hope to be.”
Chad's eyes glowed more red as he turned away from the window taking a step toward her. “We'll see about that bitch.” Chad snarled, spittle shooting out of his mouth.
“Yeah, whatever Chad.” Nicole snorted, knowing her 'whatever attitude' would piss him off, it always had before. “All I know is that when Damon and the warriors show up, and they will show up, you're dead.”
“Shut up!” Chad roared his eyes going wild. “Just shut the f*ck up.”
Nicole's fake giggle worked like a charm. Seeing him move in her direction her hand moved to her pocket, but before she could reach it the window Chad had been standing in front of exploded with glass, wood and one huge vampire. Damon blasted into the room his arm hooked Chad taking him to the ground rolling away from Nicole.
Screaming, Nicole shielded her face and head from flying glass and watched in horror as the two fought. Damon grabbed Chad throwing him against one wall and then another, stalking after him pounding him in the face, so full of rage he could barely contain it. Never had Nicole seen him so angry. He again threw Chad against the wall before looking at her. His eyes calming slightly as they stared at each other. A click of a gun broke the silence as well as their eye contact.
Chad stood against the wall pointing a gun at Damon with one hand while the other felt for his fangs. “You bastard.” He probed at one broken fang. “You're going to die.”
“Now that's just gonna piss him off.” Jared sighed shaking his head then thumbed over his shoulder. “And your crude looking torture thing didn't work.”
“God, I hate you warriors. You think you're so f*cking great, but I got you *s now.” Chad grinned, his broken fang dangling.
Jared rolled his eyes shaking his head. “I know you're new to this vampire stuff, but what you learn in becoming a vampire 101 is that bullets won't kill us.”
“But silver ones will.” Chad sneered with an evil grin that caused his broken fang to fall off. The ping of it hitting the floor the only sound in the room.
Nicole saw the look of surprise on Jared's face then she looked at Damon who was staring at her with such sadness and loss it took her breath away. “No!” Nicole started forward dragging her injured foot behind her.
“I'm sorry Nicole.” Damon gave a small sad smile. “Once he takes me out kill the bastard.” He ordered Jared, his eyes turning cold as he focused on Chad.
Frantic, Nicole felt the metal piece cutting into her hand, her grip white knuckle tight. Looking down she saw a small thin stream of blood coming from her fist. Remembering Damon talking to them during one of their training sessions she turned her other wrist over staring at it. A new vampire could not resist the scent and sight of fresh blood being spilled. It drove them into a frenzy so it was very important not to get cut or have an injury near a newborn vamp. Looking up at Chad whose eyes were wild, his breathing panting she knew he was on edge now and spilled blood may give Damon and Jared a chance to stop him.
Everything from there seemed to happen in slow motion. Always one to hate pain and blood Nicole didn't even hesitate putting the sharp metal against her wrist. With a small prayer she took a step forward.
“Chad.” Nicole was surprised her voice was strong and clear. Lifting her arm toward him Nicole sliced her wrist open to the bone hoping it would spill enough blood fast enough to make Chad lose control. “You lose.”
The last thing she remembered was seeing Chad rush her, but before she was hit he was taken down. She was caught before hitting the floor. Damon's face wavered in front of hers his eyes worried. “I got you.” Damon laid her gently on the floor. “God Nicole, what were you thinking?” Damon whipped his shirt off, wrapped it around her wrist and applied pressure.
“Saving you.” She wanted so bad to reach up and touch his face, but weakness so heavy settled over her body.
Damon looked away from her for a second. When he looked back at her a lone tear of blood streaked from the corner of his eye down his cheek. “Stay with me Nicole.” His voice sounded so far away.
Nicole choked, then struggled for breath. Oh, God she really didn't want to die. “I'm scared.”
“You're going to be fine Nicole. Just hold on for me darlin.” Damon put more pressure on her wrist trying to stop the flow of blood, but it just kept flowing. His fangs had grown large and long at the sweet scent of her life spilling on the dirty floor. “Fuck.” Damon hissed under his breath.
“No, I'm not.” Nicole whispered. She felt so tired and cold. Her eyes closed slowly then opened, her vision blurry. She wanted so bad to ask him to save her, to turn her, but she wouldn't. She loved him enough not to beg him to do something he was so against. “Damon, please stop and listen to me.”