Power (Soul Savers) by Kristie Cook

we moved to Sanibel, I
rode my bike to Captiva almost every day for a while, and as soon as I got my
license, I’d go and watch my sister, too. It didn’t take long to figure out
there were two groups and which side you were on. And then I thought, ‘They can
help me. They can help me get Sonya back.’”

 
 

Chapter 6

 
    A long moment passed before I realized the girl waited for
my response.
    “Heather,” I said, “I really do want to help you, but honestly, I don’t know what can be done.
Sonya chose this, which meant she was
willing to give up her soul to be a vampire.”
    “But she hasn’t yet. She hasn’t lost her soul. I see it in her eyes. I think she realizes she’s
made a huge mistake, but doesn’t know how to un-do it.” The girl turned to me and
tears filled her blue eyes as they pleaded with me. “Blossom says if there’s
any hope at all, you can save her. I know there’s hope. I have to believe that!”
    I pulled her into my arms and smoothed her hair as she
cried. My decision was made. She needed me. She needed our help. And I owed it
to her and her sister.
    So a few weeks later, Heather, Tristan, and I took a ride in
Tristan’s new toy—a shiny black Ford F-250—to spy on a nest of
Daemoni vampires in Fort Myers Beach. The mission was two-fold: try to get a
feel for Sonya and learn what we could about Vanessa and my pendant. A simple reconnaissance
trip. Yeah. Right.
    Heather spotted Sonya and a redheaded female vamp leaving
the condo they shared with others from their nest, and we followed them as they
walked down the main road and made their way to the crowds of tourists. August
was one of the slowest months of the year, but there were still plenty of
tourists around. Perhaps because Key West had earned such a dangerous
reputation lately. The way Sonya and her companion hungrily eyed the Normans,
Fort Myers Beach would soon be gaining a similar rep.
    The two vamps easily found their prey in a dark parking lot
behind a bar.
    “Hey, two on one, huh? I’m down with that,” said the
middle-aged man covered in tattoos as we crouched behind a car on the far side
of the lot. I lifted my head up enough to see the vampires man-handling the
guy. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I like it rough, too, but easy now.”
    “ We can’t let them
attack ,” Tristan said, and I nodded. “ You
stay with Heather. I’ll take care of it. ”
    But by the time he finished his sentence, Heather was
already sprinting across the parking lot.
    “Sonya, no!” she screamed. “Don’t do—”
    A wail of pain cut off the girl’s words.
    “ Go, Alexis! ” the
voice, the one I refused to believe belonged to Cassandra, screamed in my head.
    Tristan and I blurred to the site to find the guy gone and
the redhead squatting over Heather’s splayed out body, blood pouring from a cut
across the girl’s cheek. With a thunderous crash of Sonya’s body against hers,
Red was thrown off of Heather. The two vampires rolled around the parking lot,
fists flying at each other.
    “She scared away our dinner,” Red shrieked as she freed
herself from Sonya and jumped to her feet.
    “She’s my sister ,”
Sonya yelled back, springing to her feet, too.
    “Not anymore. Now she’s just a meal.”
    Sonya lunged at the other vampire. She never made it across
the three feet that had separated them, though—Tristan appeared between
them, and she slammed into his hard body. He caught her arm in one hand and
reached out to grab Red, but one look at him and she disappeared with a pop .
    Only to reappear with three others.
    No exchange of pleasantries ensued. They immediately moved
in for the attack. I uncloaked my dagger and yanked it from my hip, swinging it
as a little blond female flew at me. The blade sliced across her forearm, and
she screamed from the silver’s burn, but didn’t relent. She charged me again,
along with a short guy with orange hair. I shot her with electricity and pushed
Amadis power into my dagger as the