KYLE

Azazel’s teeth were ripped from my throat, tearing my skin apart. I yelped in pain, blood leaking from the now much larger wound. “Help him,” a deep voice said from across the room.

The face of a very small girl was suddenly in front of me. She was obviously not the owner of the deep voice. She knelt above me. She had short brown hair and blood-red eyes.

Another vampire. Great.

“Hi there,” her squeaky voice said, “you can move now.”

My body relaxed as Azazel’s power was released from my mind.

I groaned loudly in relief but regretted it immediately as pain traveled through my body. It felt...