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Dodger, meet Phil. Dodger, meet Jeff and Adam. Guys, meet Daylin
"Easy, Mike," I consoled. "I'm fine."
"Brooks," Orton hissed, getting the attention of the newcomer.
"Orton," the vampire- as I noticed his fangs- shot back.
"Well, aren't you heroic? But mark my words: you won't always be there to sweep in and save the day, Superman, and the moment she's left unprotected, she'll be mine."
Brook's mouth was set in a thin line, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"We'll be waiting," Mike countered. "You even think about touching her and you'll be staked before you can make a move," he hissed, stepping forward threateningly.
A smirk spread across Randy's features.
"You certainly care about her, Mike," he stated.
"Well...she...she's my best friend. Why shouldn't I care about her?" Mike stumbled, not expecting the comment.
Randy's smirk broadened into a grin.
"You forget I can read you thoughts, Mizanin."
Mike's face blanched, and he looked to John helplessly. John merely shrugged, obviously understanding the situation better than I did.
A soft chuckle came from Orton's right-hand man, and my eyes immediately flew back to Randy.
He now had a broad smile on his face as his eyes lingered on Mike.
My own eyes instantly narrowed in suspicion.
Mike suddenly clutched at his head, crying out and buckling to his knees.
"Mike!" I kneeled beside him, raising my gaze to Orton, sure that he was the culprit. "Stop it! Let him go!"
"Oh, I intend to," he promised, a malicious gleam in his eyes, "once I have you."
I was wrenched to my feet, and I felt the cold of a steel blade against my throat.
"Dodger!" Mickie called.
Brooks attempted to charge at my captor, but Matt grabbed his arm.
"Not now, Phil," he said quietly.
The vampire behind me chuckled, seemingly delighted with the situation.
"Smart choice, Hardy," the southern accent drawled. It sounded slightly western. Texas, maybe? "You wouldn't want your pretty little friend hurt, would you?"
Phil growled audibly, and Mickie sneered.
"It figures you'd pick on the youngest of us all," she accused, narrowing her eyes.
I was confused. She said it as if that made me weaker than the rest of them. Was she trying to make him underestimate me?
A very subtle nod from Phil answered my unspoken question.
"The youngest, huh? Well, Randy," he started, his body turning to face the other vampire, "you'll have to let me have a go. There's nothing better than young flesh."
My heart stopped at about the same time a feral growl ripped from Phil and Randy's throats almost in unison.
I'd had enough of this.
Rolling my eyes, I swept my leg backward, knocking the vampire off his feet and onto his back.
Pinning him to the ground with my foot, I held out my hand.
"Dagger," I calmly called to Mickie.
She tossed me the blade with a grin.
I knelt down, replacing my foot with my knee, and poised the blade over his chest.
"Tell your friend to get out of Mike's head," I demanded.
He gave no reaction, so I pressed the tip of the dagger against his skin.
"Let him go, Randy," the vampire said, defeated.
Orton seemed to consider it a moment, before, apparently, deciding that his lackey's life was more important than torturing Mike.
He looked back at Mike, supposedly undoing what had been done.
"Now let me go," demanded the vampire under my knee.
A twisted smile crossed my face.
"Why would I do that?" I asked, watching fear crawl into his features.
"I...I did what you said!"
"And that automatically means I'm gonna let you go?"
Before he could answer, I shoved the dagger roughly into his chest.
He let out an agonized scream of pain, bursting into ashes moments later.
I stood, brushing off my knees, and throwing a smirk at Randy's clan.
Some looked impressed, while others looked upset.
Randy had a confident smirk on his face as he looked me over again.
"We could use someone of your talent, Dodger," he started, his voice a seductive purr. "Just imagine yourself: mistress of the most powerful vampire on the planet."
Mike and Phil growled violently.
"The mohawk's threat stands, Orton," Phil started, discretely nudging me behind him. "Come near her, you're dead."
Randy opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by the arrival of two more to our side.
"Bautista," the blonde hissed, glaring at one of the men behind Randy.
He immediately growled, stepping forward slightly. "Copeland," he spat back.
The second man- who I instantly recognized as Jeff, Matt's younger brother- rolled his eyes, placing a hand on the blonde's chest and pushing him back slightly.
"Honestly, Adam," he patronized, shaking his head. "You're like a teenage girl holding a stupid grudge."
Adam smirked, wrapping his arms around Jeff's waist.
"At least I'm not like a teenage girl with a stupid crush," he retorted, waggling his eyebrows.
Matt rolled his eyes, fake gagging as Mickie laughed.
I didn't miss the cold glare John shot at him.
Phil just shook his head, chuckling quietly.
"Are they together?" I asked Phil softly.
"Yeah," he answered just as quietly. "Five years in September."
A flash of movement to my right caught my eye, and I turned my head in time to see a fist headed my way.
I ducked quickly, sweeping my leg around in an attempt to knock the attacker off her feet.
Expecting this, she jumped, avoiding my leg, and aimed a kick at my stomach.
I grabbed her foot, finally bringing my eyes to her face.
"Daylin?" I asked, shock flitting across my features.