Marked by the Vampire

Chapter Eleven

Apparently, she couldn’t trust anyone.

Chloe, Shane, and the warden—the warden!—were all pacing around the apartment like caged beasts.

Olivia sat on the couch, her spine ram-rod straight, her hands between her knees, and she tried to figure out just what the hell was happening.

“You…aren’t the bad guy?” Olivia blurted to Case.

He stopped his pacing. Winced. “No, I kind of fucking am. Especially after getting bitten.”

“He needs a cure,” Chloe said, rubbing her arms, still pacing. “Just like I do.”

“There is no cure for a werewolf bite. You know that!” Her words flew out, but…they were wrong. Because Holly had told Olivia that she had survived the werewolf bite. That she might be the cure.

Chloe swung toward her. Anger and pain battled in her eyes. “If that’s the case, then why didn’t you turn? We were both bitten when we were teens, Olivia. Both of us.”

No, she didn’t remember that. Olivia shook her head.

“You went down first. That whole pack—they came for you. You were bleeding, and I tried to help you.” Chloe lifted her hands. Claws had sprouted from her fingertips. “But they turned on me. They bit me, clawed and attacked, and then they left us…to die.”

Only they hadn’t died. “I don’t remember the attack.” Because when the first wolf had leapt at Olivia, he’d knocked her to the ground. Her head had slammed into the concrete and she’d passed out. When she’d woken, Chloe had been on the ground beside her, covered in blood.

“You had already healed when the EMTs arrived,” Chloe whispered. “They didn’t believe you’d ever been bitten, but I knew the truth.”

Shane’s hand settled on Olivia’s shoulder. He was—what? Trying to comfort her? Now? She glanced back at him. He stood behind the couch, behind her, and his face was a dangerous mask. “You told your father about Olivia,” he accused Chloe.

Olivia glanced back at her friend and saw Chloe’s head sag forward. “Yes. After I changed…I-I was desperate to go back. To be human again. I hated what I was.”

“Not like it’s a fucking cake walk for me,” Case snapped.

Chloe flinched. “I thought if my father could just get a sample of your blood, that maybe he could find out what made you different. I tried asking you directly, but you acted like you had no idea what I was talking about.”

Because she hadn’t known. And she remembered… “That’s why you insisted I give blood with you that time…” Hell, she’d thought she was participating in some kind of blood drive back then—several freaking blood drives—but all along, they’d been studying her?

Shane’s hand tightened on Olivia’s shoulder. “After he got the results of her blood work, your father knew Olivia was special, didn’t he?”

Was “special” a code word for djinn?

Miserably, Chloe nodded. “He knew she was different, but he didn’t know what she was.”

Olivia’s gaze slid to Case. “Is that where you come in? Did the senator pay you to find out what I was? To throw me in with those werewolves at Purgatory?” Only the plan had backfired, and Case had been the one bitten.

Case shook his head. “I’m not working for Senator Quick.”

Uh, oh…If he wasn’t working for the senator—

Shane’s hand slipped from her shoulder. “He’s working for the Para Unit. Another undercover agent that Pate sent in, only I didn’t learn about the guy until yesterday.” His voice was an angry rumble. “Until then, I just thought he was some dick who needed taking down. A psychotic asshole who got off on hurting the inmates.”

Case braced his legs apart and glared at Shane. “And I thought he was some dick vampire out to destroy Purgatory. I wasn’t told he was an agent, either.”

A snarl slipped from Shane.

Case held up his hands. “So my methods are…unorthodox. The bastards in there are killers. What did you want me to do? Bake ‘em brownies? They deserved what they had coming to them.”

“Not your call to make,” Shane snapped.

Olivia’s temples throbbed.

Case’s lips thinned and he said, “Look, Pate knew there was still corruption at Purgatory. He wanted someone in with the prisoners…” He inclined his head toward Shane. “And he wanted someone keeping tabs on the guards. I found out that Evan Jurant was the one who sabotaged your collar remote and he—”

She jumped to her feet. Evan. “He was the one who left me with the werewolves.”

Case gave a grim nod. “If it makes you feel better, he’s dead now. David ripped out his throat.”

That was supposed to make her feel better? Case sure wasn’t high on social skills.

“He’s dead, I’m bitten, and David Vincent is free.”

“Damn straight he’s free,” Shane fired. “You’re the one who has been hanging around with the guy. Or do you think I didn’t recognize you when you attacked us at the cabin? Your scent was the same, whether you’re wearing the body of a gray wolf…or pretending to be human.”

“I was undercover,” Case gritted out. “I convinced David that I’d been working with Evan all along, that he could trust me and take me into his pack.”

Olivia didn’t know if she believed him. She wasn’t about to put her trust in that man.

Olivia closed the distance between her and Chloe. “Are you in that pack?” Had she been so wrong about Chloe all this time?

“No!” Chloe grabbed her hands. “I-I can’t even shift all of the way! I get stuck. I can’t control the shifts and it’s just…it’s hell.” A tear leaked down her cheek. “My dad tried to fix me, but he did something that made it all worse. I’d rather be a full werewolf than what I am now. Then at least I wouldn’t live in fear every second that I’d lose my control and hurt someone.”

Olivia wanted to believe her.

“David’s pack is working for the senator.”

Olivia glanced over at Case.

“I got in deep enough to learn that. The senator researched everything he could about your kind, Olivia, and he made sure you were pushed to your limits—so that the only way for you to survive was to bring out your djinn side.”

Fire and blood.

Case hesitated, then said, “I think he killed your mother.”

Shock rocked through Olivia. “Why would you say that? My mother died in a car accident when I was eighteen!”

“He tried to make her talk about you…about your father. He made her talk,” Case corrected. “And the car accident was just the way to cover up her death.”

Bile rose in Olivia’s throat. She’d always thought that Donald was looking out for her.

“I’ve been working to bring that bastard down for a long time,” Case continued. “Hell, you and I—we even crossed paths before when I was tailing him. I just got lucky because you didn’t remember me when we met again at Purgatory.”

No, no, she didn’t remember him…

My mother? The senator killed my mother?

“I’m so sorry,” Chloe whispered. “I didn’t know…not until Case came to me and told me. I didn’t know, I swear!”

She was going to be sick. Rage and pain and horror were swirling within Olivia.

She stumbled back, but Case caught her shoulders and stopped her retreat. “David got access to the senator’s research. The senator trusts that wolf too damn much.” He huffed out a breath. “You have to watch your emotions—they’re the trigger for your power. When you lose control, that’s when your magic is at its strongest. That’s what the senator wants.”

For her to break? She tried to steady her racing heartbeat. “Where is the senator?”

Case glanced over at Chloe.

“Where is he?” Olivia demanded again.

“We don’t know,” Case confessed. “That’s why we’re here. We thought…we thought he’d be coming after you.”

She pulled away from him and forced herself to look at Shane. “I guess there’s a lot of that going around.” Her chin lifted. “Shane, when you first sensed werewolves in the building, did you think it was David and his pack—coming for me? Coming to get the bait in your trap?”

His gaze held hers. “I knew it was Case.”

“But you’d hoped it was the others?” She rushed back to the window. Stared down at the city below. “That’s the whole point, right? Everyone is using me, manipulating me, and I’m so blind that I didn’t realize it.” Her laughter came then, and it was bitter. “I was supposed to be so good at reading people. I mean, I do it for a living! And the ones closest to me…” She looked at Chloe. At Shane. Pain tightened within her. “The ones closest to me deceived me the best.”

Shane hurried toward her. “I didn’t deceive you. I got you out of the Para Unit. You wanted to be free, and I made that happen.”

She wasn’t free. “Sometimes, you don’t see the cage.”

“The senator has to be stopped! David has to be caught or killed. It’s not safe for the humans if they’re still out there, plotting. It’s not safe for you.” He leaned in toward her, and she could see the fury swirling in his eyes. “I will do anything and everything to make your world safe, don’t you see that? I would do—” He broke off and his gaze jerked toward the window. “No!” Shane yelled.

“What—”

Bullets blasted through the window, shattering the glass. Fast. One after the other. Shane grabbed her, pushed Olivia behind his body even as he faced the window, and she heard the terrible thudding impact as the bullets sank into him.

Chloe cried out as she was hit. Olivia’s gaze flew to her, and she saw her friend jerking like a marionette on a string.

Case went down, crashing into the coffee table even as blood soaked his shirt.

The bullets kept firing. Shane was on his feet, still protecting Olivia even as his body shuddered. Then—

Silence.

The gunfire had stopped.

She wasn’t hit. Shane…

He fell. His body slammed onto the floor, and he took her down with him. Olivia struggled with him and managed to roll him to the side. “Shane!”

There was blood everywhere, bullet wounds all over him. Her hand pressed to his chest.

That was when she realized there was a bullet in his heart.

“R-run…”

Olivia’s head turned at that faint whisper. Chloe had tried to heave herself up a few precious inches. Blood soaked her shirt. “G-go…”

She was supposed to just leave them? Hell, no.

“S-silver in m-me…” Chloe shuddered. “Bet…w-wood…in v-vamp…”

A wooden bullet to the heart would put a vampire down. Freeze him, as if he were dead. She had to get the bullet out of Shane.

“C-coming…h-hear them…” Chloe fell back. “Run…”

She couldn’t leave them!

She wouldn’t leave Shane. Her fingers pushed into his wound, the wound right over his heart. She gasped as she did it, terrified, but Shane didn’t move at all. Her fingers slipped, fumbled, and she tried to find that bullet. If she could get it out, then he’d wake up. He’d heal. Then they could grab the others and all get out of there.

If she could get the bullet… “Come on, come on…”

She heard the thunder of footsteps. So close. Right outside of the apartment?

Sucking in a deep breath, Olivia pushed her fingers even deeper into Shane’s chest. She wouldn’t think about touching his heart. She’d only think about saving him. Saving them all. She had to get the bullet out.

The door crashed in. She looked up as men in black rushed into the room. All of the men wore ski masks. She didn’t know if they were humans or werewolves—they were in human form, though, and all armed with guns.

“Get away from him!”

That voice…she knew that voice. It was Donald Quick’s voice.

He rushed right past his daughter’s fallen form and put a gun to Olivia’s head. “Get away from the vamp. Leave him or you die now!”

He had his gun aimed right between her eyes. “L-liar,” Olivia said. “You want me alive.” She almost had the bullet. Almost. “That’s the whole point of all this, right, Senator Quick?”

He stiffened. What, had the guy thought she wouldn’t recognize him? Or that she wouldn’t call his bluff?

“You’re right,” he said softly. “I won’t kill you.” Then he backed away from her. Grabbed his daughter and jerked her upright. He put his gun to Chloe’s head. “But what do you think will happen if I fire a silver bullet into her at point-blank range?”

Chloe’s eyes were closed. She sagged in his hold.

“She’s your daughter!” Olivia shouted.

“She turned on me. Who the hell do you think has been tipping off the FBI bastards? She turned on me…when all I wanted to do was help her.” Rage blasted through his words. “Now get away from that vamp, or she dies!”

Olivia’s fingers slowly slipped out of the wound. She put her hands behind her back as she rose.

“Good. Damn good.” He dropped Chloe, as if she didn’t matter at all. “Now, come on because we’re leaving.” He motioned with the gun. A “come here” gesture.

She didn’t go anywhere. “Did you kill my mother?”

He tensed.

“You did.” He’d been at her mother’s funeral. Hugging Olivia. Comforting her. Rage pulsed through her. “You sonofabitch!” She lunged for him. “I wish—”

He shot her.

Olivia’s words ended in a strangled gasp as she looked down at her body.

“Can’t have you making any wishes, not just yet.”

She saw the blood blooming near her stomach.

“Not fatal, not yet.”

Her breath choked out as she staggered toward him. But one of his men rushed forward and shoved a needle into Olivia’s neck.

“Got you,” the man whispered. Her head turned as the world started to get foggy and dark, and she found herself staring into David’s eerie silver eyes.

“I wish…” Olivia whispered, trying to force her words out. “I wish…”

She slumped to the floor.

And the bullet she’d hidden slipped from her fingers.

“Olivia!” Shane roared her name even as he sucked in a deep gulp of air. He lurched to his feet and slipped in blood. His blood.

Damn the bastards.

His gaze flew around the room. Case was on the floor, not moving at all. There was no sign of Olivia or Chloe. He inhaled, trying to pull in their scents and—got you.

He whirled back toward the window. The glass was broken, courtesy of the bullets and the sniper assholes who’d fired them. He looked below. Sure enough, there were black SUVs out there on the street. Olivia was being loaded into one.

I promised to protect her.

He jumped right through the glass. He plummeted down, down, and when he slammed into the ground, his knees dented the concrete.

“Kill him!” He heard the shouted order as he pushed to his feet. Men started firing at him again but, this time, they missed his heart.

He grabbed one of the fools. Yanked the guy in front of his body, used him as cover—and Shane sank his fangs into the man’s throat.

He needed blood. He’d take everything from the bastards who’d tried to take Olivia.

When more bullets flew through the air, he dropped his prey. Shane went after the others. He’d take them all out. One by one.

A black SUV slammed into him. Shane hurtled through the air and hit the side of the building.

The SUV backed up.

Shane tried to shove to his feet. His legs were broken.

The SUV raced away.

And the men with guns closed in.

“I guess you’re about to lose your head, vampire,” one of the men yelled. “When we shoot you in your heart and you freeze up, do you think you’ll still feel it when we saw off your head?”

Shane’s hands flattened on the concrete. “Will you…feel it…when my friend…shoves his claws…into you?”

“What—?”

Connor attacked. Shane had smelled him, had known that back-up had come to help him. Connor ran up behind the men and sliced with his claws. One down. Two.

Then Duncan hurtled from the shadows. He took out two more men.

Pate rushed to Shane’s side. “Damn, man, you look like hell.” Pate put his wrist to Shane’s mouth. “Haven’t we done this shit before?”

Shane sank his teeth into Pate’s wrist. The blood hit him, a punch of power, but it was nothing like the power boost he got from Olivia.

Olivia.

Shane shoved Pate’s wrist away. He pushed his bones back into place and ignored the agony that pierced him.

He forced himself to rise. Shane took a step and managed to stay upright. Mostly. “They…took her.”

“And we’ll get her back,” Pate promised. “She was bleeding so—”

“I’ve got her scent,” Connor said at once as he dropped the guard he’d just clawed.

Shane staggered past them.

“You don’t need her scent to track her,” Pate said, coming up behind him. “Shane took her blood. There’s nowhere she can go that he can’t ever follow.”

Nowhere. I’d follow them to hell in order to get her back. “Case…is upstairs.” He hardly recognized his own growling voice. “Help him.” Then he looked back at Pate. “And try to…keep up, with me.”

You’ll die for this, Senator Quick.

And Shane would make sure that it wouldn’t be an easy death.

Olivia was his. Body, soul, heart. No one hurt her and lived.

The darkness that he kept chained so tightly took over and Shane started his hunt.

They’d gagged her. Tied up her hands. Bound her feet. And the senator kept a gun at her head as the SUV hurtled down the street.

“Are you angry, Olivia?” Donald asked as he leaned in close to her. “Are you afraid?”

She was pissed, and he should be the one who was afraid.

“I know all of your secrets. I know more than you can imagine.”

She hated him. This, this was the man who’d attended all of her graduation ceremonies? Who’d been such a solid supporter in her life over the years?

He was using me, all along.

“Your father was a full-blood djinn. Your mother didn’t realize that, though, not until it was too late. I actually think that part of her was always afraid of you. Afraid of what you might be.”

No, no, her mother had loved her.

“She saw your father die. Vampires came after him…they like the taste of djinn blood, you see. The blood of a paranormal always gives them more power, but a djinn’s blood—that’s something quite special to them.”

My vampire will come after me.

“The vampires came in full force and attacked your father. But he fought them. Took out most of those fanged bastards, slaughtered them, right in front of your mother. You were there, too, screaming.” His lips twisted in a stark smile that was revealed by the faint light in the SUV. “At least, that’s what she told me.”

The SUV hit a pothole and the whole vehicle lurched.

She squeezed her eyes shut because she thought he might shoot her then. How easy would it be for that gun to discharge if the SUV hit another pothole that hard?

“Better move this,” Donald murmured. “Don’t want to accidently destroy all that magic.”

That was all she was to him. Magic. Power.

But her eyes opened and she saw that he’d lowered the gun.

“Do you remember how he died?” Now he sounded curious.

Olivia shook her head.

“It was her,” Donald whispered. “He’d fought the vamps. He was weak, and she killed him. Your mother thought he was evil. She’d seen what his wishes could do…watched as he twisted desires and played with the lives of humans. Your father—all djinn enjoy torment. Your mother knew he’d make you just like him, so she had to act.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted his words to be nothing more than lies but…

I don’t think they are.

“Your powers were dormant. I knew I had to wake them, I just didn’t know how.” Now frustration thickened his words. “I sent you to killers. I put you face to face with evil, hoping it would trigger your own darkness.”

He’d gotten her access to all of those serial killers in prison. She’d thought he wanted to help people, to stop death. But he’d just wanted to use her.

“But the humans weren’t enough. They couldn’t break through your wall. I’d met a shaman who told me that fear would be the key for breaking you.”

So he’d sent her to Purgatory. Opportunity of a lifetime, my ass.

“Everyone fears the monsters there.”

Olivia swallowed.

“But it still wasn’t enough. So I had to try once more…all in,” he murmured. “I thought…maybe what kills a djinn can make a djinn.”

She glared at him.

“Blood and fire,” he said.

The cabin. The werewolves.

“That woke you up, didn’t it?” he whispered. “That woke up the beast that was sleeping in you. And now, that beast is mine.”

He thought he was going to control her?

He needed to think the hell again.

“You know the secret to controlling a djinn?” He put his hand on her chest. Right over her heart. “It’s here.”

The SUV stopped. Behind them, more headlights flashed. Another vehicle had pulled up behind them.

“You’re going to grant my wishes, Olivia. You’re going to give me everything that I want.”

The SUV’s door was opened. Donald shoved Olivia out. She hit the ground. The damn gag was still in place.

“Your power only works when you speak. So you’re helpless now.”

She heard a whimper. Olivia glanced over and saw Chloe being dragged out of the second SUV. Behind her gag, she shouted her friend’s name.

A knife pressed to Olivia’s chest. Right in the same spot that Donald had touched moments before. “I’m going to cut out your heart.”

He was insane!

“Don’t worry. You’ll stay alive. The djinn do.” He leaned toward her. Dropped his voice to a low murmur as he told her, “The hearts were kept in the bottles so long ago. That’s where the real power was. Control a djinn’s heart, control a djinn’s power. I will control you.” He smiled at her, the smile glinted in the darkness, and she realized that his teeth were too sharp. And his eyes were almost glowing.

The senator was a werewolf. Had he been born that way? And passed the DNA of a paranormal on down to his daughter? That would explain how Chloe had survived her attack as a teen. Or maybe…had the senator been bitten at some point, too?

“You’re going to give me more power than anyone else has ever possessed. The world will be mine.”

Olivia realized that how the guy had become a werewolf didn’t matter—not then. All that mattered was that he was the enemy, and she couldn’t let him win. The blade of the knife cut into her. Olivia twisted, shoving out with her feet, and she hit the senator in the stomach. He grunted and staggered back. She took that opportunity and rolled, as fast and hard as she could. She would get away. Somehow. That bastard wasn’t cutting out her heart!

The blade sliced over her arm. He grabbed her legs. “Soon, you’ll never fight me again.”

She’d fight him until she died.

“Get your fucking hands off her!”

Shane’s voice. Shane’s wonderful roar of rage.

Then he was there, yanking the senator back, tossing him away from her. Shane reached for her legs. Ripped the rope away. He caught her hands and jerked—

A white werewolf—fully shifted—tackled him. Shane tumbled to the ground, rolling with that beast. The wolf sank his teeth into Shane’s neck.

She twisted and yanked her hands as she struggled to get out of the rope. The rope wasn’t giving, so—screw it. Olivia contorted her body as best she could. Her shoulder popped, and she knew she’d dislocated it, but she managed to get her hands around her bunched up legs so that her bound hands weren’t behind her anymore. They were in front of her, and she could reach her gag.

She grabbed for the gag just as Shane locked his fingers around the werewolf’s jaws.

Shane pried the jaws off him.

Olivia yanked out her gag.

“I wish the beast would be a man!”

The werewolf shifted before her, changing instantly. The white fur melted. His bones snapped and popped. Shane lost his grip on the werewolf—a man now—and David curled into a ball on the ground.

David was completely naked and—sobbing?

“You fucking killed him!” David yelled as he tipped back his head and glared at her. “I felt it—you killed my beast!”

The senator had gotten back to his feet. He also had his knife—now pressed over his daughter’s heart.

“Lost it,” David muttered as he rocked back and forth. “Lost my beast, lost my beast!”

Shane, bleeding but still standing, crossed to Olivia’s side. He tore the ropes away from her raw wrists even as he kept his glare on David. “Guess that means you aren’t an alpha any longer.”

Shane was looking at the wrong threat. “I wish you’d let her go,” Olivia said to Donald.

He nodded. “Right…” His voice was soft. “I will…let her go…”

And he shoved the knife into his daughter’s chest.

Olivia screamed as Chloe fell to the ground.

“I let her go,” Donald whispered.

Horror froze Olivia. Too late, she remembered that a djinn’s wishes were twisted. What had she been told? That they could turn dreams into nightmares?

She’d just killed Chloe! “I wish she was alive!” The words tumbled from her in a frantic shout. “I wish—”

“Olivia, no!” Shane grabbed her and held tight. “Stop it! He’s pushing you! Manipulating you!”

But Chloe was moving now. Gasping. Shuddering. Alive.

“You are as strong as they say,” Donald murmured, with a flash of his fangs. “How fucking wonderful.”

Another vehicle raced to the scene. A big, black van. The driver’s side opened and Pate leapt out. Connor and Duncan jumped out, too, and they rushed toward the senator.

David kept whimpering on the ground. “Lost my beast, lost…”

“It’s over, senator.” Pate’s voice rang out, strong and clear. “You’re done.”

“Oh? And here I thought I was just getting started…”

Olivia had clamped her lips together. She wanted to make another wish. Wanted it so badly.

But it was a dark wish. Evil.

I shouldn’t wish for a man’s death.

“They’ve been using you, Olivia,” Donald called out as Pate and Connor closed in on him. Duncan stalked toward David. “I told you…the way to control a djinn is through the heart. I would’ve kept your heart safe, but what do you think the vampire will do to it?”

Shane’s arms tightened around her.

“His family is corrupt. They’ve bathed in blood for centuries. Do you know how many innocents your lover slaughtered? He and his family—they’re the reason vampires exist today. The reason so many humans hunt and kill.”

Pate yanked the bloody knife from Donald’s hand. “Guess where you’re going, senator? I’m glad you liked Purgatory so much because it’s going to be your new home.”

Donald didn’t look at him. His eyes were on Olivia. “He didn’t even have to cut out your heart in order to control you. All the vampire had to do was make you love him. You gave him your heart, and he’ll use it. He’ll use your power. You’ll do anything, everything, he wants now, and you’ll be helpless.”

Pate locked his hands around the senator’s shoulder, but Donald jerked away from him.

“They’ve all been using you!” He screamed at Olivia.

She kept her mouth closed. Don’t wish his death…don’t!

“The vampire marked you because he wanted that power for himself! He doesn’t love you, he’s just screwing you for—”

Shane rushed at the senator. He grabbed the man’s shirt. Lifted him high into the air. “You were going to cut out her heart!”

The senator smiled. “One day, I will,” he promised. “I’ll come back. I won’t stop, I’ll have everything—”

“You’ll have nothing.” Then Shane sank his teeth into the senator’s throat. Donald howled and slashed out at Shane with his claws. He punched and twisted, but Shane didn’t let him go.

He kept drinking. Kept taking.

Kept…killing?

“Stop,” Olivia whispered.

Shane instantly stilled.

“Send him to Purgatory,” she said, her voice weak, but determined. Because death would be too easy for that bastard. “Let the prisoners there torture him.” You can see what it’s like to be locked up with them.

Shane dropped the senator to the ground. Donald didn’t move as the blood gushed from his throat. He didn’t move…at first.

Then he started to laugh. The laugh was rough and broken, and evil. “I…made Purgatory. My monsters…planning to attack. They won’t hurt me.” He pushed to his feet. “We’ll be stronger. We’ll never stop! No one will ever stop me—”

“I will,” Chloe said. She was on her feet, too, swaying. She lifted her hands and Olivia saw that her friend had grabbed a gun. A gun that she must have taken from one of the downed guards. “Goodbye, daddy.” She fired the weapon.

The bullet slammed into the senator.

“Silver,” Shane muttered. “Straight to the heart.”

The senator fell then, his face slack with surprise.

Chloe dropped the gun. “He was a monster,” she said, pain heavy in her voice, “long before he became a werewolf.”