by Brenda Trim
The thought of defaming his family name by refusing to mate the stripling’s mother had his stomach churning and his heart racing. He had no desire to mate someone that wasn’t his Fated Mate. Not to mention he didn’t love Pasha. Bhric enjoyed female companionship, but not once had it been more than temporary fun for him.
The bartender walked over and laid a bill by his empty drink. “I’ll take that when you’re ready,” the tall, lanky male offered.
“I wasna finished. I’ll have another. In fact, make it a double,” Bhric countered and picked up his glass, shaking it. The clinking of ice was music to his soul, and he was tempted to send shards of ice at the bartender’s face for not offering him a fresh one.
“No can do, bro. We have a maximum here, and you’ve met yours. Sorry. House rules,” the male spouted as he poured a beer for a nearby patron.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who I am?” Bhric retorted as he leaned forward and stared at the human. The male had no fucking clue who he was talking to, and Bhric was feeling salty enough to show him.
The bartender placed both palms on the bar and lowered his head until he was eye level with Bhric. “Do I look like I’m joking? And, guess what? I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
Bhric sneered at the male. “As much as I appreciate a cocky bastard, I’m no’ in the mood. Now, pour me a drink before you find oot what I am,” Bhric growled, and his fangs descended.
The bartender’s blue eyes bulged at the sight. Say hello to my little friends, motherfucker.
The human slowly reached over and grabbed the bottle of liquor. His hand trembled as he poured the liquid to the rim, almost spilling it. Yeah, he was shitting his pants. Maybe next time, he’d show some respect when a vampire graced his establishment.
Bhric felt something brush against his leg and looked over to see a vampire sitting on the barstool next to him. He made eye contact with the bartender and his eyes flashed for a brief second. “Hey, buddy. Can I get another beer?” the vampire asked.
Bhric retracted his fangs and cringed when the vampire’s eyes flashed again. Bhric didn’t have his older brother’s ability to speak telepathically with other supernaturals, but he was positive the vampire was erasing the past few minutes from the bartender’s mind. Bhric’s suspicions were confirmed seconds later when the bartender’s expression relaxed. Without comment, the bartender reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of Dos Equis, handing it to the vampire before walking to the opposite end of the bar.
“You want to explain to me what the fuck you’re doing? You do know the penalty for exposure, don’t you?” the male asked.
Of course Bhric knew. His brother was the fucking Vampire King, and he was a Goddess-damned prince. Exposure was a cardinal rule, and carried with it a death sentence.
Supernaturals lived among humankind, and humans had no idea of their existence. They also didn’t know of the darkness that roamed their streets. Demons preyed upon them, and the Dark Warriors of the Tehrex Realm were all that stood between them and annihilation. The Goddess Morrigan set the rules, and Zander followed was a stickler for them. In fact, with how pissed off he was at Bhric, he’d put him to death for this.
Bhric pushed up his sleeve, exposing his forearm. The vampire’s eyes snagged on his Dark Warrior tattoo.
“Seriously? You know better than anyone. Is this some entitlement bullshit? You don’t have to play by the rules you set?” he asked belligerently.
Bhric took a large gulp of his drink, ignoring the male. Why the fuck did everyone feel the need to stick their nosy asses in his business? He planned on erasing the memory of what the human saw. The entire incident was not a big fucking deal, yet this jackass wanted to play hero for the day.
“Yo,” the male blurted, and put his hand on Bhric’s shoulder, forcing him to look his direction.
Bhric’s gaze slid to where the vampire’s hand rested then back up to meet his gaze. “You better get your fucking hand off me before I shove it up your arse,” Bhric snarled.
“You know what, fucker? I’m sick of the Tarakesh’s thinking their Gods. I’ve heard the rumors about the Dark Warriors. You are far from the perfect martyrs you claim to be. Rumor is that it’s a big fucking orgy at Zeum, and you pass around your females like they’re appetizers,” the male taunted and moved closer, invading Bhric’s space.
Big fucking mistake.
In the next blink, Bhric’s blade was out, and at the vampire’s throat. “How aboot I carve you into my next appetizer, you fucking douchebag! Doona ever disrespect the females at Zeum. I will gut you like a fucking pig,” Bhric barked, and pressed the blade deeper into his flesh as he shoved the vampire onto the top of the bar.
Bhric heard gasps from onlookers, but he didn’t give a shit. He’d burn the whole fucking place down if he had to. Or, freeze it into a morbid ice sculpture.
The vampire swallowed against the pressure on his throat. Hazel eyes widened and sweat beaded on the vampire’s forehead. Fucker knew he was no match for Bhric. Not because he had a blade to his throat, or the fact that Bhric was a Dark Warrior, but because Bhric outweighed the male by about sixty pounds and had the balls to take him down, regardless of the humans gawking at the scene.
“Duly noted. Please accept my apology, and I’ll be on my way,” he gulped.
Bhric released his hold and placed his blade back into his boot. The few humans that watched the altercation quickly lost interest when the knife was put away, and returned to their talking and drinking.
The vampire sat up, rubbing at his throat. Blood trickled down his neck, but thanks to his vampiric nature was already scabbed over. The male grabbed a napkin from the bar and wiped the mess before straightening his shirt and stalking off, his eyes never leaving Bhric’s.
That’s right, asshat. Don’t come looking for a fight if you’re not prepared to back that shit up.
Bhric scanned to see if anyone was still staring. Nope. They probably saw this kind of shit regularly in this place. It wasn’t the nicest area of Seattle, and the patrons looked like they walked on the shady side of life.
The bartender was flirting with a female at the other end of the bar, oblivious to everything except the large breasts trying to escape the low-cut t-shirt that was two sizes too small. Bhric smelled their mutual arousal from his perch at the other end of the bar. Hundred bucks said they’d be fucking in the back room on the bartender’s next break.
Bhric grabbed the vampire’s abandoned beer and drained it in one swig. He hated cheap-ass beer, but it was cold and washed away the foul taste in his mouth. It was time to go. He didn’t belong here.
His cell phone lit up again, and Bhric glanced to the screen. Pasha. Fuck, could she not leave him alone for an hour? His temple throbbed and his jaw clenched, cracking a tooth. His brain was fried and his patience gone. As he sent healing cells to his tooth, he realized he couldn’t take this shit much longer.
He needed to talk to someone. This situation was eating him alive. Breslin would know what to do. He cursed himself for not telling his twin sister sooner, but he had hoped Pasha would go away. No such fucking luck and now his twin wasn’t speaking to him.
Bhric grabbed his wallet and signaled for the bartender. He tossed some cash on the wooden countertop and stood up, swaying when his buzz threatened to send him to his ass. After a few deep breaths, the spinning ceased and he managed to lock his eyes on the neon exit sign. Several chairs and patrons got in his way and he bumped into them as he made his way towards the door. Or, maybe that was the spinning that was back in full force.
It was time to face the music. He needed to come clean with his family.
Bhric walked out of the rear door of the establishment, and the smell of smoke and sweat from the bar was replaced with the smell of urine and trash, making his stomach lurch. The parking lot was deserted, except for the dozen or so trucks and motorcycles in parking spots.
Suddenly, his eyes zeroed in on a tall figure standing beside Ro
xy. His freshly-painted motorcycle sparkled in the moonlight. No evidence remained of the accident he’d been in a couple of weeks earlier. Roxy had lost a fight with the highway after Bhric lost control. Breslin and Zander threatened Bhric against drinking and riding Roxy but there was no way he was taking his SUV when he’d been without Roxy for ten days. She was the only female he rode lately, so yeah, he was driving her. Besides, he was a vampire and could handle his liquor.
At first Bhric thought the stranger was checking out his impressive ride, but then Bhric realized it was the vampire from inside the bar. Did the dumbass have a death wish, or what?
Bhric puffed his chest and stalked toward the male. “I doona know what your fucking problem is, but you’re aboot to feel my freeze,” he gritted through clenched teeth. On second thought, he would enjoy a good fistfight. Bhric balled his hands and continued walking.
The male was standing in an awkward position with his hands behind his back, and Bhric wondered why he wasn’t taking a more defensive stance. As soon as the vampire was in striking distance, Bhric pulled his arm back to take a shot. The vampire’s arm swung out from behind his back and that’s when Bhric saw the large knife.
“Fuck you, you self-righteous, Vampire Prince,” he spat. Bhric watched as the blade slashed forward, his head its target.
Ducking, Bhric barely escaped the attack. This fucker meant business, he thought, as adrenaline dumped into his system. The male wasn’t looking to fight Bhric. He wanted to kill him, and beheading a supernatural was a guaranteed death sentence.
Bhric responded by throwing an upper cut to the vampire’s chin, and the male’s head jerked backward. The vampire staggered a few steps but didn’t lose his footing. Bhric quickly punched him in the side, preventing the male’s retaliation.
Grabbing the vampire around the waist, Bhric continued to pummel the male. He felt his feet leave the ground as he served blow after blow. The crunch of ribs cracking was a rewarding sound. This asshat picked the wrong male to fuck with tonight because Bhric was itching to beat the ever-loving shit out of something.
“You assed out, motherfucker,” Bhric snarled before he tackled the male, and both tumbled to the pavement.
Pain immediately ripped through Bhric’s stomach, and he rolled to the side. Glancing down, Bhric saw the knife lodged deep into his abdomen. Groaning, he wrapped both hands around the handle and pulled.
“Oh, no, you don’t, Prince. I’m sending you to your maker tonight,” the vampire snarled, and pounced on top of Bhric, wrapping his hands around Bhric’s. They struggled for ownership of the blade, but when the vampire shoved his knee into Bhric’s stomach, Bhric released his hold on the leather handle, shouting out in agony.
Another jolt of pain assailed when Bhric felt the blade slide from his flesh. Screaming out, Bhric bucked his hips, throwing the male from his body. Rolling over, Bhric tried to stand, but the combination of alcohol and his injury caused him to fall back to the ground.
The vampire lunged forward, and this time, Bhric wasn’t able to block the attack. Pain exploded in his head, taking his vision and making bile churn in his throat. Bhric grabbed his face protectively and the world blurred. It was impossible to differentiate between sound and sight.
A muffled shout came from somewhere nearby, and Bhric tried to focus but his vision wavered. Gurgling intruded, and he realized he wasn’t able to breathe. In a panic Bhric’s hands went to his throat, and felt a hard, wet object under his chin. Was that the knife? His mind spiraled out of control. What the fuck was happening?
A shadow moved in front of him and he squinted, trying to determine what, or who, it was.
A loud roar invaded the chaos clamoring in his mind. Roxy. Bhric tried moving. Nothing. He tried shouting, but his voice was trapped. Warm liquid ran down his neck and soaked the front of his shirt. The rumble of his motorcycle faded away, and his heartbeat mimicked it.
Was this what death felt like, Bhric thought, as darkness invaded his world.
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OTHER WORKS BY TRIM AND JULKA
The Dark Warrior Alliance
Dream Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book One)
Mystik Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Two)
Pema’s Storm (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Three)
Deviant Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Four)
Isis’ Betrayal (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Five)
Suvi’s Revenge (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Six)
Mistletoe & Mayhem (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book 6.5)
Scarred Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Seven)
Heat in the Bayou (Dark Warrior Alliance, Novella, Book 7.5)
Hellbound Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Eight)
Isobel (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Nine)
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Tinsel & Temptation (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book 10.5)
Shattered Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Eleven)
King of Khoth (Dark Warrior Alliance, Book Twelve)
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