Free Bloodbreeders: The Revenge by Robin Renee Ray Page A

with her hand back on her hip.
    “Girl, you know I wouldn’t call you a pig, not in front of ya anyway,” Derek laughed.
    “Oh, you are such a jerk,” Ashley snapped through pursed lips as she started chasing him around the table.
    We drank until we were full and still there was red liquid left in the bowl. Derek was the one that made sure nothing went to waist, and no one stood in his way. We decided that we would go down to the beach to practice throwing our blades. The moon was shining bright and we all had outstanding vision as long as there was at least a little form of light, be it a partial moon or even a star filled sky. On the way out Derek asked if we were ten times stronger and could do things ten times better than a normal.
    “What other things can we do, Renee?”
    “I told you Derek, I have no idea.”
    We all stood dumbfounded as Derek took off running from the porch and ran right off the cliff by the steps that led to the beach. It must have been at least a thirty foot drop. All we heard was a light thud.
    One by one we took the stairs with Brandon in the lead. “Derek!” He yelled several times with no response. I knew everyone could see him from halfway down, because I could. He was curled up on his side holding his left arm and moaning quite loud. We reached the bottom and circled him like a flock of buzzards.
    “Are you okay?” Bo asked.
    “What we’re you thinking?” I asked.
    “I should beat the shit out of you.” Brandon looked up at me as one single crimson tear rolled down his cheek, then he slid Derek into his lap.
    “How else are we going to find out what we can do? I didn’t think it was that far down,” Derek replied clenching his teeth in agony.
    “Couldn’t you have just tried a small leap first, Derek? You scared me half to death,” Ashley added squatting down, looking at his badly broken arm. “You actually deserve this, ya know.”
    “Oh please, make her stop,” Derek pleaded, making us all crack up.
    “You just promise to never try and fly again and everything will be fine,” I interjected.
    “Should we carry him back up, and just work out up there?” Bo asked waving his long blade around like a warrior ready for battle.
    “You guys go ahead. I’ll take the dope up to the house and put him back in the bed. I’ll be back as soon as I can set this arm,” Brandon offered pulling Derek to his feet.
    “Easy!” Derek yelled. “I can handle watching from the step.”
    “I can make him a brace out of some of this wood,” Ashley said picking up two pieces of drift wood.
    It wasn’t until I heard the material rip from the bottom of her shirt that the horrific memory of Garvin and Tanda setting my mangled ankles after one of Annabel’s extreme tortures, came flooding back into my mind. I cringed at the thought and took a walk as they worked on Derek. His moans and not-so-manly yells were nothing compared to what went on in the depths of the estate in Cuba, but it didn’t stop the torment of my psyche from crashing into overload. I recalled the Brown boy, screaming for me to help him, when I could do no more than reach my hand out from my own cage. Tears soaked my face as my thoughts took me back. How could I think about taking these innocent young people into that nightmare?
    “Renee, wait up,” Bo called out.
    I wiped the tears off my face as fast I could, but he had already seen the horrified look in my eyes. I sat down on the wet sand and burst out crying, letting all the frustrations flow. In my mind I imagined scenes with my little ones hanging from chains with their legs missing from the knees down, screaming for me to help them.
    “I can’t take you kids with me, Bo. I just can’t do it.”
    “What are you talking about, Renee? I thought we worked this out.” He sat down beside me.
    “I was wrong. If they get their hands on you kids…”
    “They won’t.”
    “How do you know that?” I yelled, causing him to jump back. “I’m sorry, Bo. But