Free Fall of the Mortals (Book 1) by Ken Bush

the car with a loud crash. The ceiling of the car sunk to the tops of the headrests of the seats. The glass from the windshield and the other windows exploded. Bits of glass flew outward. Damien lay on top of the car motionless. Part of his head was still aflame. The crucifix remained protruding from his eye socket. The rest of his head was turning to charred, flaky ash. His face became unrecognizable. It was disfigured. His mouth was gaping open. The burned skin around his eyes sagged towards the roof of the car. Part of his head which had turned to ash caved in on one side. The other side was still in flames. It was the end of Damien.
    Dozens of vampires swarmed above him in the air. They cried out in anger. Kristof flew through the crowd and landed on top of the car. He knelt down at Damien’s side, shocked at his horrible death. He tried to take the crucifix from Damien’s eye socket but it burned his hand. Kristof gnashed his teeth in pain, gripped his burned hand and roared at the vampires that surrounded him. They hissed at him. Kristof glared up at the tower and flew to the windows of the seventy-second floor.
     
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    Yuri and Thai were just putting the set of blinds back on the window which was heavily damaged; some of the strings were cut and most of the blind’s strips were broken or cracked. Thai was just about to fasten it back into the wall mounts.
    Suddenly, Kristof appeared at the window and roared loudly. Yuri stumbled back, terribly startled. Thai tripped and fell to the floor. Everyone stared at Kristof who glared at them through the window. Shaun grabbed another crucifix. Harold pumped another round in his shotgun. Mercedes and Tommy hid behind Betty. Chris pulled a blanket over him. Trang stepped in front of Ni to protect her. A legion of vampires floated behind Kristof watching Shaun and the others with cold eyes.
    “Wh-what do you want?” asked Shaun, stammering.
    “My fangs entrenched into your necks,” he growled.
    “Who are you?” asked Harold.
    “I am Kristof and the vampire you just murdered was close to me,” he said, snarling at them. “It shall not go unanswered. I promise you.”
    “We don’t want any trouble with you,” said Harold.
    “Trouble is already here, you fool. The time of mortals is over. This world belongs to us. You think you’re safe behind these pathetic windows?” asked Kristof.
    “We do, monster,” stated Shaun confidently. “Why don’t you try to come in?”
    “You dare challenge me!” Kristof hollered, his eyes flaring up in anger. A dark mist emitted from him. 
    Shaun stepped back in fear, keeping his eyes on him. There was silence for a moment. Shaun knew he had offended a powerful vampire and that he wanted nothing more than vengeance.
    Kristof ran his hand across the window slowly. He kept his hand at a safe distance from the fumes which radiated from the repellants. Kristof knew that, if he drew his hand any closer to the window, it would burn him. He pulled it away.
    “Mark my words. The moment you slip, become absent-minded, forgetful, I will be there,” said Kristof threateningly. “And I will start with the eldest,” he added, glaring at Mr. Jones with an evil grin.
     Jones stood silently staring at Kristof. He too was awestruck at Kristof’s boldness. He looked vulnerable like everyone else in the room. There was no tough-guy wannabe about him at all. His bottom lip quivered at the vampire’s threat.
    “If you’re going to threaten somebody, then threaten me,” said Shaun, rebuking Kristof.
    “You killed Damien?” asked Kristof.
    “It was I who killed that vampire. I will do the same to you,” answered Shaun in a firm tone.
    “I will tear you limb from limb in front these that you love. And I will feast upon your blood when I am through,” Kristof threatened.
    “Go away, devil,” demanded Shaun. “Take your demons with you.”
    Kristof stared at Shaun coldly and licked his fangs, thirsting after him. He raised his