Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

“I know that,” she hissed, hoping that her voice was low enough for the baddies not to hear. “But you’re not invincible. A shot will kill you, but not my team!”

Shots continued to be exchanged before she heard his sigh. “You’re right.”

At least the man was smart! A genius actually!

“You remember what I’ve been working on?” she called out to them, hoping that they understood.

“Alright.” And thank God he got it because she’d hate to have to hurt the big oaf. He might be Human, might be abnormally smart, but he was sweet and she wanted him around for a long time. He was… a good friend. And if that thought didn’t make her want to barf, she didn’t know what would!

Maybe the little project would.

“Cover me, I’m going in,” she told Marco dramatically, firing one last arrow into the space before dropping her bow. The huge vamp would take care of it for her. Of that she had no doubt. It was his creation after all.

Quickly, she rolled into the room, keeping low and staying out of the light. She crouched automatically and raced to the wall beside the open door where it seemed the Witches were multiplying. How many damn bodies could fit in that little back room?

She could hear them talking, hear their panic and their worry. She knew they saw her and although they kept shooting guns, they hadn’t yet turned to spells yet. Most likely trying to keep their energy for their big conjuring. Or had they already done that? It’d suck for a Demon to be free. Who knew if they could contain it or not!

She pulled out a thin canister from her boot, happy that she had thought to bring it, and inched her way towards the door.

She could have cheered, but that might draw fire. And might make some of the men stop to stare.

All shooting stopped for a moment and so Sasha used her enhanced speed to her advantage and whipped the canister into the other room.

As soon as it hit the ground, she heard the hiss of gasses being released. She heard the murmurs of “what the hell” and all sorts of other fun sentences before the terror started to set in. Now, the men and women rushed out of the room, their eyes burning, their throats closing, their bodies slowly weakening. It was a pretty sight.

So romantic! You gotta love a gassing in the morning!

Sasha made sure to cover her head with her shirt. So, it might have exposed her breasts to all that could see. But hopefully no one could. Connor’s team had a heads up, they should already be hiding their faces. These Witches, not so much.

They didn’t get very far before they collapsed. She could hear their dead weight hit the ground, hit the walls, or whatever else that thumping meant. They would drop like flies and not wake up for a good long time.

And the good thing is that with the right amount of time, the vapors self-destruct and turn completely harmless. It would only take a few more….

“What the hell, Sasha!” Connor choked, causing her to lower her shirt to see him. He was standing in the middle of the room now. “Next time you bring that stuff remind us to bring masks. You should too! These men might have fainted at the sight of your chest!” He joked.

Sasha laughed and shrugged. They wouldn’t have fainted, drooled, sure. But not fainted. They wouldn’t be able to see if they passed out!

“Just get on with binding them. We have to clear the building.”

Connor motioned to his men before coming over to her. “Thanks for the backup.” He said, his voice low and sincere.

“Of course, hot-shot. Now what do you say we-“ but she couldn’t finish the sentence, because just as she turned towards the door to indicate it, a shout rang out.

And simultaneously, a big hulking grey beast charged through what used to be a doorway, forcing his way through the plaster wall and right into them.

It went down, holding them to the floor with its body weight as it dug its teeth into her arm.

The pain was horrible, spreading like fire along her skin and up her shoulder.

Something must have happened to Connor too because he shouted, his cry of agony heard even through the shots that were fired.

This sucked! It effing sucked! But she couldn’t do anything to push the fucker off her. He was huge, all muscle and he continued gnawing on her like sick treat. She’d never been lapped at quite this way before. The last person who said they wanted to eat her up was talking about something totally different!

And then Connor, wonderful, idiotic Connor, hit the beast in the head.

Its large jaws opened, and it swung its animalistic head Connor’s way before thrusting its claws, which seemed more like knives, into the man’s chest.

“NO!!” The piercing cry filled the room, sounding weird until she realized that it came from her.

He was a man! A Human! And she knew a chest wound that terrible would kill him. There were too many mushy organs in the chest, too many critical arteries.

Fury made her act, as only she could, twisting and yanking until she got her blade free of her boot, and thrusting it into the Demon’s chin.

It howled, as it pulled away, but the thing was stuck, and already the lethal chemicals on that weapon were acting. Not to mention the many bullets that slammed into the Demon’s face.

And then it collapsed on them again, this time going still, holding them there like a cage as Connor’s body slowly cooled beside her.

“Marco!” she yelled, needing the man to be there, to help.

And he did, pulling the thing from them and rushing to her side.