Death's Redemption (The Eternal Lovers Series) Read Online Free

decided it really didn’t matter one way or another to him. He’d given the goth bastard a chance to finish his prey. He’d wanted the fight. So…
    With a smile full of teeth, he inhaled deeply and then, blowing out, pushed a jet of death down Gabrielle’s throat. A rim of frost first coated the vampire’s lips, turning them a deep shade of arctic blue, moving slowly but relentlessly down his tongue, his throat, the icy grip of death traveling through every nerve, vein, and muscle.
    Within seconds the hands grasping his own began to slacken, and a moment later the vampire dropped like a sack of stone, shattering into a thousand pieces when his body hit the pavement.
    There was no soul to gather from within the pieces of vampire; the fanged freak had died long ago.
    But before Frenzy had a chance to gather his thoughts, claws raked fire down his back, and now he was pissed. He’d been ready to let the vampires have their prey, ready to wait them out.
    Roaring, he twirled on his heel. There was another vampire in front of him, but this one looked wrong. His face reminded Frenzy of melting wax, the way it slid down one side. But the eyes were a glowing shade of blue.
    Something about the vampire seemed familiar. A nagging thread tried to worm its way through his consciousness. Something about the intense neon blue of those eyes…about the iris that looked more like a teardrop than a circle. He’d seen those eyes before. But then the vampire was shoving his fangs out like a serpent ready for the strike and Frenzy stopped thinking.
    The incisors literally seemed to leak a fluid and there was a sickly sweet smell, almost like raw almonds.
    Lucian kicked Frenzy straight in the gut, shoving him against the wall. Seeing her buddy kick his ass must have spurred Vanity into action, because she was back in the fray. Slashing and moving her knives in a dance that was as beautiful as it was deadly. He’d blink and a new cut would appear, almost like magic, she moved so fast. But they were shallow slices, not even enough to leave scars. Blood slicked down his arms and sides. He needed to end this tiresome charade now.
    “I gave you”—Frenzy slammed his bony hand against Lucian’s cheek, every vein in his face standing out in bright green relief against the lily-white starkness of his flesh—“a chance to escape.”
    The press of death’s hand to the vampire’s cold flesh instantly immobilized him, but the trance wouldn’t last long: maybe thirty minutes or so. And there was also the brilliant little side effect that while he lay in a catatonic stupor, the vampire’s entire body would feel as if it was boiling in liquid ice. That knowledge shouldn’t make Frenzy smile. But it did.
    Two down, one more bloodsucker to take care of. Pivoting just as her curved blade descended for yet another stab, Frenzy thrust his fist through Vanity’s chest.
    Her entire body jerked, spasmed on his arm that had gouged a large hole through her abdominal cavity. The blades clattered uselessly to the ground and he tsked.
    Vanity’s mouth opened and closed in an ugly pantomime of a suffocating fish. He shook his head.
    “So tell me, vampire.” He cocked his head, peering up at her unusually pretty violet eyes. “What was so damn important back there that you were willing to tangle with death to get it?”
    Her nostrils flared and a slight tugging pulled at his lips as the knowledge that she now realized exactly who he was expressed itself in her pain-filled gaze.
    “Ah yes, my little prickly petunia, I am a grim reaper. Perhaps you should have thought of that before attacking me, eh?”
    Again she said nothing. Grabbing her jaw, he moved her face up and down. “The correct answer is yes, Frenzy, I should have thought of that. Well, no worries.”
    Yanking his fist out of her, he let her slip to the ground. Her fingers shook as she grabbed at the gaping hole, which had very little blood coming out of it. Obviously she hadn’t fed enough