Twice Bitten (Love, Lust & Magic #1)

Pruitt

The sound of screams from behind them caused , Uriah, and Griff to look back.

?Uriah?? asked. ?Vampires??

Making eye contact, Uriah nodded.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Uriah motioned to Griff as he got up and promptly yanked him out of his seat.

“What the—” was all Griff could muster as a woman and her screaming victim fell into them. Knocked off his feet, it surprised Griff when Uriah pulled him close to his chest. Dozens of people began pouring into the aisles and trampling the now lifeless body next to them.

“ You ,” the attacking woman hissed as she looked up and directly at Griff, her face now drenched in blood.

As she moved to pounce on them, a visibly stirred grabbed her by her hair and tossed her onto a nearby table. “You good?” he asked as he held his hand out to Uriah.

Uriah nodded, taking ’s hand and keeping a shaken Griff close. “Something’s not right.”

“You can say that again,” Griff said with a nervous laugh.

The mood of the room had shifted from relaxed bar to relentless bloodbath in a matter of seconds as other vampires attacked the crowd of fleeing patrons.

“What was her problem? And what’s theirs? Was that rabies? Is this guy dead?” Griff vomited a series of questions.

Another pair of fanged men brawled with one another at the table across from them, as three more piled onto a screaming pack of frat boys near the entrance.

“Uriah! Up here!” The group turned to see Kale and Julian motioning for them on the stage. “Side exit!”

“You sure they’re good?” asked, grabbing at Uriah’s tank top.

“Trust me,” began Uriah, “they’re good guys who mostly drink blood bags and watch romantic comedies.”

Before the trio decided their next move, a ravenous vampire tackled Griff so hard that Uriah lost his grip on him.

Here it comes, here it comes. Griff closed his eyes as the man pinned down both his arms. Oh, shit!

“Mother fucker ,” howled as he grabbed the vamp by the nape of his neck and pushed him off. “Take him and go, Riah.”

“You sure?” Uriah asked.

“Go!” howled demandingly, dodging a punch from the vampire. His fist connected with his attacker’s face and sent them falling back.

“Well, I guess you can’t say our performance wasn’t inspiring,” Uriah quipped as he grabbed Griff’s hand and dragged him to the stage.

“What’s happening?” a panicked Griff asked.

“I’ll join you in a minute. For now, up we go,” Uriah said as he stuck both hands under Griff’s arms and hoisted him onstage. “Griff, meet my best mates, Kale and Julian. Boys, can you get the pipsqueak out of here?”

Kale nodded as he grabbed for Griff’s hand. “Come on, kid.”

“But what about?—”

“Questions are best saved for later, bud,” Julian chimed in as the two hurried him through a side door that led to the stage’s technical room.

By now, two more possessed and undead patrons had cornered . “What’s gotten into you guys?” he shouted as they hissed at him. “I mean, you know, besides vampire blood?”

As a female vampire sprinted towards him, poised as though she was ready to take a bite, ducked and sent a gut punch into the second attacker. Just as the woman was angling for his neck, her body disintegrated.

“You good at pool, Mondamin?” It surprised to see Uriah standing where his attacker once was, cue stick in hand. Uriah cracked the cue in half, tossing the second piece over to his werewolf counterpart.

sank it into the second vampire’s chest before he could react, pulling it out and jamming it into another’s heart. “Better than you,” he said with a sigh of relief as the last of his attackers turned to dust.

“Damn,” Uriah exclaimed. “How ‘bout best four out of five?”