Bloodshed

Our shadows danced like wicked monsters about to snatch us on the paint-chipped walls of the warehouse, only adding to the fear and paranoia expanding inside my chest. The men had formed a shield around me—if that's what I even could call them, walking in exact rhythm as their eyes remained focused on our surroundings. Dante and Jace walked in the front, carrying weapons I found ridiculous. Were they even going to work against vampires? Were vampires really undead? I had so many questions, but they quickly got snuffed when there was a thud in the distance, and everyone paused. Xavius and Liam, who walked behind me, stepped closer to me, and Xavius said, "They're here. I can smell them." "Yeah," Jace scanned the darkness. "Smells like death to me." "Good." Dante handed his gun to Jace and turned toward me. My eyes shot wide and I yelped as he pulled me from my safety toward where the noise came from. "Now listen carefully to what I say," he whispered against my ear. "Stay still. Don't t