Immortals And Melodies (Blood And Guitars #2)

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Authors: Heather Jensen
down at the dead vampire on the ground near my feet.
    “The others left,” I said.
    “Are you okay?” he asked me.
    I nodded. “Trey isn’t.”
    “He needs an ambulance,” Antonio said, peering in to look at Trey. “Trey’s still human. You have to let the humans take care of him for now.” He was right, and it didn’t matter that I didn’t like it. “I’ll take the vampire’s body back to my place. The Emissary can come to me to collect it. It’s our only choice, if we want to keep the humans out of it.”
    “Body?” Trey asked, breathing hard, but he didn’t seem to really expect an answer.
    “Where’s your phone?” I asked him. Mine was lying on the pavement somewhere on the other side of the car.
    “Pocket,” he groaned.
    It took both my hands to pull Trey’s phone from his front pocket so I could dial 911. Antonio lifted the body of the dead vampire into his arms and Trey got his first glimpse of it, his eyes narrowing.
      “The humans can’t know I was here,” said Antonio. “Take care of Trey.” Then he was gone.
    The 911 operator answered immediately. I explained that I’d been in a crash, and my boyfriend needed an ambulance. Then Trey and I waited to hear the sirens while I held my scarf over his bleeding nose.
    “You killed that vampire,” Trey said, his voice muffled by my scarf.
    It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded in response. “He was about to break your neck, so I broke his.” I explained, pulling the scarf away to look at his nose again. The bleeding had stopped now.
    Trey’s face was twisted up in pain but he looked at me from the corner of his eye and said, “Thanks.”

    I wanted to tell him that the last thing he should do is thank me –it was my fault he was in this mess to begin with– but even I was tired of that line.

Chapter 8

    Aurora

    VAMPIRE OFFICER MIKE DUNN was the first to arrive on the scene. He parked his police car a short distance behind the Mazda and was at my side in the blink of an eye.
    “Miss Evins ,” he said, bending down to look at me. “I got a call from your maker. I understand a vampire was killed tonight.”
    “Yes,” I said. “Antonio has the body.”
    “Is there anything else I should be aware of before the humans arrive?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “It’s the same vampires responsible for killing Weston Leavy .”
    Officer Dunn seemed to chew on the information for a second. “You’re certain?”
    “I’m certain,” I said. “The other two took off in their black SUV in that direction.” I pointed down the road. Officer Dunn gazed at the dark street for a second before turning his attention back to Trey me.
    “Is he okay?” he asked, gesturing to Trey.
    “Does he look okay?” I answered, but I could already hear the sirens approaching.
    “It’s Trey, isn’t it?” he asked Trey.
    “Yeah,” Trey breathed, struggling to focus.
    “I know you’re hurt, Trey,” Dunn continued. “But you have to be on top of your game. You can’t tell the other humans what really happened here.”
    Trey breathed for a second and then looked up at Officer Dunn from the corner of his eye and said, “This ain’t my first rodeo.”
      Dunn eyed him for a moment and then smiled. “You’re okay, kid,” he said. “For a human.”
    The ambulance pulled up next, followed by another police car. Officer Dunn helped two EMT’s carry a backboard over to the car. One of them was a man in his fifties and the other was a girl who appeared to be in her early twenties. The girl recognized Trey immediately, which was kind of reassuring. At least she’d know who she was dealing with. I was reluctant to give up my seat next to Trey, but I had to move so they could get to him. They checked his eyes with a penlight and secured a neck brace on him. It was all Trey could do not to cry out in pain as they loaded him onto the backboard. His shoulder was throbbing so intensely that his thoughts were barely cohesive.
    A human

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