Free Wicked (The Drake Chronicles Book 1) by Clover Donovan Page A

breathing in hard as he brought himself up from the ground and threw a hand at the vampire. It glided into the air and fell into a mound of large pumpkins, smashing them to pieces. He was using his power.
     
                  “Dark blood, how appetizing!” Winchester said as he circled Ethan. The monster looked grotesque. Its sunken in pitch black eyes gave Ethan chills and its teeth and long nose looked as sharp as razorblades.
     
                  The vampire’s bald head reflected light from a street lamp and gave Ethan a better look at the monster. It was taller than him, but looked frail and prehistoric. He could take it, he mused. He threw the chunk of wood to the ground and stared head on at the vampire.
     
                  “Sorry this meal is reserved,” Ethan said as he raised both of his hands into the air and stared as Winchester arose from the ground, flailing like a crazed cat. Something was tearing at him from the inside.
     
    Adam noticed a hand scythe conveniently stabbed into a large pumpkin and made a run for it, the vampire hot on his heels.
     
    Ethan brought his hands down and Winchester slammed face first into a gigantic stack of wet hay. A thought popped into Ethan’s head. He remembered that beheading them worked and it should have the same effect with elders.
     
    But he couldn’t see anything that could help him. Just then, he remembered his dark magic and how powerful it was. Bennett had asked him not to use it. But this had to be the only way to save him and Adam.
     
    Without a moment of hesitance, Ethan closed his eyes and for once, he allowed his dark magic take over. The familiar sensation began to pull him under, coursing through his veins and spiraling through his head.
     
    The vampire groaned, lifting itself from the hay and growling fiercely at Ethan. It began barreling toward Ethan but stopped midway, noticing a light purple mist enclosing the night sky.
     
    Adam snatched the scythe free from the pumpkin and with all his might, he spun, slicing through the vampire’s neck, severing its bald head from its broad torso. Adam’s eyes switched up to the sky and his heart skipped a beat. He looked across the patch at Ethan and his mouth fell open in shock.
     
    It was coming from him .
     
                  Ethan’s eyes were dark and glistening with power. He’d never felt so powerful in his life. This was nothing compared to what he felt when he used his dark magic on Emma. This was new and it was intoxicating.
     
    The vampire hissed again but faster than it could take one more step in the direction of Ethan, the boy’s eyes caught Winchester’s and the vampire’s head exploded into tiny smithereens. The mist hastily left the sky and Ethan blacked out and collapsed into the damp hay below.
     
     
     
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    7

     
                  A high pitched whistling tore through Emma’s ears as she flew back into a bookshelf, knocking a row of heavy books to the ground. Her temples were pulsating with her heartbeat and her entire body was freezing cold.
     
    Logan quickly appeared at her side, keeping her balanced so that she wouldn’t tumble to the ground. He helped her back to her chair and sat down next to her. Emma gripped the edge of the table and waited for the pain to subside in her head.
     
    What had just happened to her? She’d never felt it before and it felt as if someone had taken a hammer to her brain.
     
    The large clock that sat above the door caught Emma’s attention. It was ticking almost too loudly and Emma began grinding her teeth. It took a few moments for the pain to leave her and the coolness to disappear. She turned to Logan and took in the worried expression on his face.
     
                  “I honestly don’t know what the hell that was. It felt like someone was beating the crap out of me from the