Lorne (The Dark League 1) by Melody Adams Read Free Book Online

really close to us.“
    I nodded again.
    “OK, ladies,“ said Angelo, a little impatiently. “Let’s move on!“
    Screaming was heard nearby. It was the frantic scream of a woman. Then the screaming stopped abruptly.
    “Damn!“ murmured Charleene behind me. “Do we have permission to proceed, Angelo?“
    “Yes! Come on! It looks as if we have our bastards. Quietly!“
    We ran on tiptoe to the end of the warehouse. Angelo glanced round the corner of the building. Battle cries could be heard. Ours was clearly not the only team to have tracked down the Renegades. Angelo signalled to us and threw himself into combat with a roar.
    “Stay by my side!“ said Charleene, following Angelo.
    What I saw when I, too, turned the corner, made the blood freeze in my veins. Three young women were lying on the ground, tied up, whilst all around them Renegades and hunters of the League were fighting furiously. Fighters kept on walking over the poor women in the heat of the battle. I had to get them out of there.  
    “Help the women!“ Charleene acknowledged my plan.
    “On it!“ I said confidently, throwing myself into the turmoil. I bent down to a blond woman who appeared to be the most badly injured and held her under the arms. She was not exactly a feather-weight and I would definitely have had problems pulling her away previously,   but my new status as a vampire came with the bonus of considerably increased abilities, so I could pull her away without much exertion. I pulled her behind a pile of planks where she was better protected from the fighters.
    “I’ll be right back,“ I spoke to her. “I need to help the others!“
    She looked at me from big, frightened eyes and nodded. Again I threw myself between the fighters and pulled a somewhat older woman with short brown hair into safety – after that, the third woman, who, despite being tied up, had managed to come towards me on her hands and knees. Glancing at the fighters, I ascertained, with relief, that the League clearly had the upper hand. All four teams had arrived by now. As far as I could make out amidst the chaos there were eight Renegades. One after the other was rendered harmless by having his head torn off. Not a nice sight. The corpses just lay there – no turning to dust or burning of the body. They did not explode into a revolting, bloody mass, either, as happened in ’True Blood‘. Fortunately! When only one of the Renegades was left Milton’s command could be heard: “I want him alive!“
    The Renegade put up a hard fight as he was dragged to Milton. Four hunters held him still whilst Milton scrutinised the vampire calmly.
    “Where’s your nest?“ he asked.
    “Fuck you!“ said the Renegade, a punk with green hair and countless piercings.  
    Milton smiled. A cruel smile. He pulled a silver blade from his jacket and I could briefly see fear flash into the Renegade‘s eyes. I knew that silver was very painful for vampires, if not deadly.  
    “Well! Do you want to talk now, perhaps?“ asked Milton calmly.
    The Renegade shook his head, but fear was written right across his face. The four hunters held onto him more tightly, as they were clearly expecting more resistance when Milton used the silver dagger to force the enemy to speak. And that is what happened. As soon as Miton tore the prisoner’s t-shirt to expose a pale, boney chest, the bloke suddenly pushed his feet into the ground and writhed about. For such a stick insect, he had an incredible amount of strength. As the Renegades were almost always on more or less of an overdose, they had more strength that the other vampires. But the four vampires of the League were holding him very tightly and Milton slid the blade down his chest, right down to his belly. Not only did blood flood out of the gaping wound, but his flesh also burnt and blisters appeared where the blade touched it. The tortured man was yelling, but his cry was muffled by a cloth that Charleene stuffed into his mouth so that