Rebecca
I lay with my head on his lap staring up at his face as he drove. Jack was all wired up in the back of the van - Angus had found a few rolls of fencing wire in the abandoned car, and had used it to good effect. Jack looked like one of those old fashioned tops - if you tugged on one end of wire he might go spinning off into the distance.
After a while the now familiar surges of power returned as my body dealt with the shotgun pellets embedded in my tissues. I lay watching the pulse in the hollow at the base of Angus' neck, and the way his naked chest moved as he breathed, and inhaling his incredibly male scent. He glanced down at me, his brows raised. I grinned at him, and he chuckled and returned his gaze to the road, while I returned mine to the muscles in his neck where they plunged into the base of his throat. After a while he smiled, but he continued watching the road.
Thirty minutes later we pulled into the gravel driveway. I sat up then, afraid of what might be waiting at the end of it. First thing we saw was a decapitated blood feeder hanging like some kind of bizarre decoration from and old beech tree. It didn't get much better after that. There were bodies scattered everywhere in various stages of dismemberment. It was strangely reassuring. It looked like our vampires had fought well and with spectacular, if disgusting, success.
Angus regarded it all with a frown.
"What?" I asked him.
"I should have been here."
"I'm glad you weren't. You could never have gotten to me in time if you had been here fighting these things." I waved my hands dismissively at the gory display.
"You think I would have left you alone to go and fight?"
"God, yes. You would have been off like a shot! I saw what a kick Marcus and Fergus got out of the whole thing. As if you would have tamely stayed behind to guard me. Ha!" I laughed aloud at the idea. It was so preposterous.
Angus grinned at me wryly. "You're right, of course. Even now I'm annoyed that I missed it."
I shook my head in mock despair. Just then Marcus appeared from within the mansion. He had abandoned the crossbow, but still wore the leather coat. It had great big rips in it, and was covered in blood. Angus stopped the van and we got out.
"It's not mine," said Marcus, following my gaze to the blood on his coat.