Damon (The Protectors #1)(9)
Damon ignored him as he scanned the area. They had been told that Jamison would be here tonight. He was an assassin who'd take out his own mother, not because of money, but because he got off on it. It was said that he had taken a new target and it was thought to come from someone high up in the blood trafficking business. The kill was to be made tonight. Their informant was hardly ever wrong so Damon was ready for anything tonight. They had been hunting this son of bitch for too long. Running his hands through his black hair he pulled it into a ponytail and tied it with a leather strip. Yeah too long, and tonight the bastard was going down. They would keep him alive to get information out of him, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun with him.
“Get your head out of your ass and get focused.” Damon spotted the vampire at the edge of the dance floor. “We need to do this with as little notice as possible.” Even though they had the authority of the government, they still had to work within the guidelines of the law just like the human police. It wasn't the same as when they use to do it when no one knew they existed. 'Find the bad vamp...kill the bad vamp' was their motto and still was when no witnesses were around.
Jared spotted him and nodded, all remembrance of the red head gone. Jared may be a goof and loved the ladies, but he took his job seriously and was damn good at it. Just an inch shy of Damon's six-three Jared sided up next to his comrade ready to get the job done. “Let's get the bastard.”
“Wait a minute.” Damon grabbed his arm. “Unless he makes a sudden move let's try to see who the target is. I'll keep my eyes on him and you see if you can tell who it is.” Damon knew the minute Jamison found his target by the vamps body language and knew they couldn't wait any longer.
“Now!” Damon took off one way while Jared took off another. Not knowing what was coming his way, Jamison headed toward his target. The humans in the club had no clue what was about to come down, but the vampires did and scattered quickly out of the way.
As soon as the song ended, Pam and Nicole headed off the dance floor as all hell broke loose. Hearing an inhuman roar behind them, Nicole turned to see a huge man barreling his way toward them pushing and throwing people out of his way as if they weighed no more than dolls. Knowing for certain she and Pam were next, instinct took over. With no thought to herself she pushed Pam out of the way at the same time she felt herself being grabbed in a bone bruising grip. Before she could be thrown like the other unfortunate club goers he was tackled to the ground. Unfortunately, she was tackled with him.
Nicole knew she was going to die and how sad was that in the middle of a screaming crowd on a sticky dance floor. The weight of two bodies forced any air in her lungs out of her mouth in a short scream as spots danced across her vision. The saddest part was her last vision on earth was going to be the black eyes rimmed with red and saliva drooling fangs of the ugliest vampire she'd ever seen, his fangs snapping trying to rip out her throat.
Damon straddled Jamison's back, grabbing him by the hair trying to yank him off the human woman. He almost lost his hold when he saw Nicole laying still and pale on the floor, her honey-colored hair spread out with a hint of blood near the crown. “Jared!” he roared over the crowds screams. As Jared ran up he stopped cold seeing Pam and Nicole. “Take this son of a bitch.” Damon tossed Jamison not taking his eyes off Nicole.
Pam had raced up leaning over Nicole. “Oh my God.” she panicked. “Nicole! Is she dead?”
“Move.” Damon demanded more calmly than he felt, pushing Pam away carefully. Tuning everyone out, he felt overwhelming relief hearing a steady heartbeat coming from Nicole's still body. Leaning down he touched her cheek. “Nicole honey, wake up.”
“I'm a nurse. Let me through.” A woman pushed her way through the crowd. Kneeling down, she grabbed Nicole's wrist. “What's her name?”
“Nicole.” Damon hadn't moved. Couldn't move. His eyes were riveted on Nicole's pale still face. He felt an overwhelming urge to push the woman away, but knew she was only trying to help. His hands shook as he picked up Nicole's cold hand, needing to touch her.
Carefully the woman crooked a hand under Nicole's neck and lifted her head slowly to check where the blood seemed to be coming from. It wasn't a lot of blood, but it was enough to have the vampires who stuck around licking their lips in frenzy anticipation. Damon was no exception.
Pam watched as a few vampires inched their way toward Nicole with an excited hungry glow in their black eyes. With a leap she shielded Nicole's body. “Oh my God.” Pam freaked. “Get away from her!”
Damon snapped back at Pam's scream. Seeing the hungry vampires advancing with predatory grace Damon put his body between them and Nicole without hesitation. “The first motherf*cker who even looks thirsty will die. You got me?” Damon eyed everyone, vampire or not. Most vampires had their shit together and didn't blood lust at the sight of human blood because of the blood banks now operating legally, but some blood called out to them and Nicole's was a spicy warm scent had even his mouth watering. All of them but one turned to leave the scene. “You got a death wish, pal?” Damon sneered. With one last longing glance at Nicole's blood, the vampire turned walking away.
Nicole slowly opened her eyes focusing them on Pam who sat beside her, head bent crying. “Hey.” She moaned, her hand automatically flying to her head. “Did you get the make and model of that vampire?”