Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril by authors_sort

word separate, almost as if he punctuated each with a stop after it. Dominic had seen many traps in his centuries of battling the vampire, but he was in new territory here.

    He took another step closer to the undead in an effort to get into a position to close the gap quickly and finish the vampire before the trap could be sprung.

    Drago shook his head. “You are one of us, sworn to the five masters . This is Zacarias De La Cruz, sworn enemy of our leaders. They will want him alive.”

    Dominic shrugged. “You cannot take credit for my having found him.”

    Zacarias flexed his shoulders, regarding them both with cool eyes. “I am not captured yet, nor do I think either one of you has the ability to defeat me in battle, alone or together, but you are welcome to try.”

    Dominic sneered. “Hunter, stay quiet while I deal with this fool.” He allowed his gaze to sweep the surrounding forest, paying attention to the trees closest to them.

    Drago had evidently traveled through the ground and entered the fig tree via the roots, emerging from the trunk when he thought it safe. If he was traveling with others—and from his confidence, Dominic was certain that he was—they could be using the trees to hide.

    Stay away from the trees, he cautioned Zacarias.

    Zacarias must have had the same thought as Dominic, because he was already shifting position, trying to secure a spot where he could keep an eye on the surrounding trees. Dominic was grateful he had the hunter at his back. They might look like predator and prey, but they had battled together many times in the past, in the old days, hunting vampire and the enemies of both humans and Carpathians. There was no other he would have chosen to fight with him.

    Drago’s fingers rose and fell over his invisible companion. “This hunter will be turned over to the masters. ”

    Dominic risked a glance at Zacarias. He was every inch the Carpathian hunter, broad shoulders, long flowing hair and eyes cool under fire, yet minutes earlier he had been an older man, bent over, fumbling with his cameras in the trees. How did he know who you were? Zacarias’s disguise had been faultless.

    I have no idea.

    “ I am a master ,” Dominic growled at Drago, staying in role as a braggart and bully, as so many of the undead were. “You cannot tell me what I must do with my prey. Stand away or you will meet the same fate as that fool who challenged me.”

    Drago spat on the forest floor, and small parasites wiggled obscenely in the dried and decaying leaves. His eyes glowed a deep red, and he threw back his head and howled. A tree to the left of Dominic shivered. A large snake that was twisted around the branches lifted its head and slithered along the trunk, uncoiling its long body as it descended to the ground and slithered almost to Drago’s feet. Its long tongue tested the air and then flicked over the parasites before he rose, taking his hideous true form, to stand a few feet from his companion.

    Drago’s fingers continued to stroke the air under his palm as the ground just behind Zacarias split open and spewed a third vampire. A fourth emerged from the twisted branches of the blackened fig tree that Drago had come from, and Dominic automatically put him down as the weakest link. His face was still half recognizable, the flesh still covering the shrinking bones. Dominic had encountered him when he was still a hunter, not even an ancient, yet he had been unable to control his desire for emotion and had obviously capitulated to the whisper of darkness. His name had been Robert, but Dominic thought of him as a worm.

    Zacarias looked around at the four vampires surrounding them. We could be in a little trouble here.

    Dominic sent the impression of a smug smirk. Just like in the old days. The way I like it.

    You always were a little crazy. You love the battle. Zacarias’s tone was wry.

    And you do not? There was laughter in the question.

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