Free Risen (Book #6 of the Vampire Legends) by Emma Knight

with a yell. “These guys are insane!”
    “I’ll save you, too!” Rachel
said.
    “Not so fast!” Ken said. “You’re
our now!”
    Rachel felt a surge of power go
through her body and she pushed the guy off of him sending him flying into the
bathroom stall.
    “Watch out for her! She’s strong!”
Ken said.
    “How dare you!” Rachel said,
staring at Ken. “I can’t believe you tried to fool me!”
    “I got you good!” Ken said,
smiling at her with a scary look on his face.
    “That’s what you think,” Rachel
said, launching herself at him.
    Rachel grabbed him by his hair
and pushed his head back towards the tile wall of the bathroom. Ken was
screaming for help but there was nothing he could do now. She forcefully started
banging his head on the wall until he had no strength to fight back. She let
him so and he sunk down to the ground limp and lifeless.
    The other guys looked at her and
started to back away. She wasn’t going to let the others get away either. She
ran towards them with her arms extended giving them each a karate chop as she
passed them. They each tried to fight her back but they failed. One came
running at her with his feet extended to kick her, but she grabbed his leg and
flipped him over backwards sending him face first into the hard tile floor. She
noticed he was trying to stand up, and she jumped on his back, keeping him down
on the ground.
    Then, the third and final guy
came charging at her and she took her hands with her sharp nails extended and
scratched him across the face, with flood flying over the entire bathroom. She
then took her other hand and pierced his heart with her outstretched nail.
Pulling his organs from his chest and throwing them on the floor. She then,
looked over at Trista who was watching in utter disbelief and horror.
    Rachel then, licked the blood off
her hands, tasting its creamy warm deliciousness and then without a second
thought, cut open the ropes that Kelly and Trista were tied up with freeing
them.
    “Good luck!” Rachel said, to
Trista as she walked out of the bathroom, leaving a huge mess of blood and gore
behind her.

 
     
CHAPTER
ELEVEN

 
 
    Sarah sat on the edge of her bunk
bed watching all her friends get ready for the big frat party. She’d been so
excited for this night for so long, but now that it was here, she wasn’t
feeling quite like herself. She wasn’t sick, but she didn’t feel like usual,
and she couldn’t pin point what was wrong. She’d been to the infirmary every
day this week, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with her.
    “You OK?” Jenny, asked.
    “Eh,” Sarah said. “I’ve been
better.”
    “What is it?” Jenny asked. “I don’t
understand. You’ve been acting so weird since last weekend.”
    “I wish I knew. I just don’t feel
like myself,” Sarah answered.
    “I can tell!” Jenn said and her
other friends agreed with her.
    Sarah couldn’t help but feel
completely weird and awkward around her friends. It was as if suddenly she had
nothing in common with them. She once cared about all the same things like
boys, shoes, clothes, make up and accessories, but now when her friends would
talk about them, she would get nauseated.
    “C’mon, Sarah. Aren’t you going
to get dressed?” Maya asked.
    “I don’t’ know,” Sarah answered
with ambiguity. “I’m not really in the mood to go anymore. I think I’m going to
stay here.”
    “You’re joking!” Maya said. “You
have to come!”
    “I don’t know. I really don’t
think I can tonight.”
    “You’ve been looking forward to
this night for months! You can’t just ditch us,” Jenny chimed in.
    The thought of going to a smelly,
sweaty, disgusting fraternity basement made her stomach churn. It was the last
thing she wanted to do. She also felt no desire to drink, either, which was
weird for her. She loved drinking at college. Especially pre-gaming for the
frat parties. She lived for it.
    Suddenly, she felt like she
couldn’t breathe. She