Free Eternal Kiss by Trisha Telep Page B

twisted. “Will I—”
    “No. You’re not going to turn into a vampire. But they know you’ve been bitten, and they’ll come for you.”
    That was truly horrifying. “Aren’t we protected?” Ava gestured toward the crucifix.
    “No. The wood has to touch them.”
    Bossemi burst into the room, panting and brandishing another wood sword. “The Accadamia … surrounded.”
    Jarett shot to his feet. “The Hawks?”
    “On the way.” He inclined his head toward Ava.
    “She believes.”
    “Buono.” Bossemi tossed Ava his sword. She caught it in mid-air. He thumped a finger on his chest. “Aim for … il Cuore.”
    Her own heart increased its tempo, signaling its desire to retreat.
    “She doesn’t know how—” Jarett began.
    “Vampiros will break in before Hawks arrive. Prossimo!” Bossemi raced across the hall, stopping at the equipment room. Leaving the door unlocked now made horrifying sense. Jarett armed himself with holy water and Bossemi grabbed another sword.
    The loud crackle of breaking glass cut through Ava. She clutched her weapon to her stomach which threatened to expel her dinner.
    Bossemi and Jarett exchanged a surprised glance. They positioned themselves by the door to the dojo. Ava stayed behind them to protect their backs.
    “They’re bold. What did you do?” Bossemi asked Jarett.
    “Killed Vincent.”
    “Idiota! I told you to wait. You can’t kill the leader without taking out the entire nest.”
    “He murdered my father. I—” His argument was cut short by the arrival of the vampires.
    Ava marveled at Bossemi’s lethal speed. Between him and Jarett, the doorway filled with dusty clothes. A splitting noise sounded behind Ava, she turned in time to see the boarded up windows of the Academy open and dark figures climb inside.
    She yelled, “Vampiros!”
    Jarett joined her at the end of the hallway as the two vampiros flickered. Bossemi remained by the dojo’s door. Ava held her weapon with the point down, backing up as a vampire stalked her.
    “En garde, Ava. Attack!”
    Jarett’s order broke through her fear. She raised the tip and lunged, stabbing the point into the vampire’s heart. But there was no time to reflect on her action, as another vampire sprinted toward her.
    Time blurred. Her arms ached from wielding the heavy sword and her breath puffed. But she kept the sword’s point moving. If a vampiro grabbed her weapon, she would be done.
    The three of them had found a good defensive position. The studio filled with other vampires. The Hawks had arrived, but even more vampiros poured into the room. The sheer number of vampires soon overpowered and disarmed the Hawks. The ones attacking Jarett and Ava stepped out of range. Bossemi stood behind her.
    “We have seven of your members, Sandro. All we want is Jarett White Hawk and Ava. Two for seven. You can’t beat that.”
    Ava glanced at the captured Hawks. She recognized Signore Salvatori and Mr. Clipboard. They both shook their heads “no” when she met their gaze. They were willing to give up their lives for her. Why?
    “Leave Ava alone and I’ll come,” Jarett said. He dropped his sword.
    “No.” The word burst from Ava’s mouth. She didn’t want to lose him. He was right, some things were more important than fencing. His life and the lives of all the Hawks.
    “Tirez le signal d’incendie,” Bossemi whispered in a language Ava understood—French.
    She tossed her weapon to the floor.
    “Ava, you are not going with them,” Jarett said.
    “Shut up! I’m tired of taking orders from you.” She pushed him, giving him a pointed look. “First you assume I’m one of them.” Push .
    He caught on, and backed up.
    “Then you nag me about taking the bus.” Push .
    The vampiros watched them with amusement.
    “And you don’t even warn me about these things!” She shoved him hard. He fell to the floor with a solid thump, and she had reached the fire alarm. She yanked the handle down.
    Ear splitting bells pierced