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Enter Orton and his cohorts.
"Shouldn't you be out draining some poor, defenseless teenage girl, Orton?" Matt asked, his voice portraying more annoyance than fear.
"You know, I was on my way to do just that when I stumbled across this pathetic gathering."
I hissed quietly.
"Watch who you're calling 'pathetic', asswipe."
His eyes shot to me, looking over my body unabashedly.
"And you are?" He asked, his eyes finally resting on my face.
"Dodger Way; a hunter from Cleveland. What's it to you?" Mike shot, taking a threatening step forward.
Orton laughed shortly, eyeing Mike.
"Nice boyfriend," he said, looking back at me.
"Mike," I hissed, not comfortable with the idea of him egging vampires on. "My best friend is a bit over-protective," I stated matter-of-factly, reluctantly turning my gaze back to the vampire.
A very noticeable look of joy crossed Orton's features before he composed himself.
"You two aren't together?"
"No. Not that it's any business of yours," I answered, glaring at him.
A sexy confident smirk settled on his face.
"Well it's a good thing."
Mike's expression was immediately suspicious.
"And why is that?" he asked, taking a discrete step toward me.
"I'd hate to take her from you. It'll be so much easier if she has no...emotional attachments."
"Back off, Orton," Matt snarled.
"Ooh, not very friendly. Scared she'll end up like your little friend?"
An almost feral growl ripped from my throat.
"No fucking way. I'm not Amy."
Orton disappeared, and I almost immediately sensed him behind me.
"Dodger!" Mike called, but it was too late.
Randy had his arms around me, and the next thing I knew, we were where he had been standing not two seconds previously.
"No," he breathed, tightening his hold on my waist. "You're far more beautiful than her...and with far more promise."
My head lulled back at the tone of his voice. It was almost intoxicating.
Mike's eyes narrowed at Dodger's reaction.
"What is happening?" he hissed to Matt, ready to stake the bastard himself.
"He's enthralling her," Matt explained, narrowing his eyes.
"Enthralling? But- we thought it was a myth." John was mystified.
The two of them had, of course, heard of enthralling, but they'd never seen it happen.
"Let her go, Orton!" Matt yelled. "She's done nothing to you!"
A twisted smile made its way onto his face.
"No. She hasn't," he admitted. "But that's going to change very soon."
"Come on, man," Cody Runnels- Randy's right-hand man- started, cautiously watching his leader's face. "Maybe you should let her go. We're too evenly matched."
Randy sighed, knowing he was right, and shoved Dodger roughly back to her friends.
I felt myself pushed forward, and only regained my bearings when a new pair of arms wrapped around me.
I struggled and kicked, not knowing if I was in the hands of friend or foe.
"Hey! Relax, Red, I'm trying to help!"
Something in the tone of this new voice told me it was okay to trust him, and I stopped struggling.
My ice blue eyes met his warm brown and the world vanished. All I could think of was the breath-taking man in front of me.