A chorus of guttural laughter is heard before a fist bursts through the wall, striking Delvin’s shield and sending him flying across the room. The attacker screams as her arm turns to ice and shatters up to the shoulder. A tall vampire with blonde hair walks into the room and holds out his hand to stop the others from entering. He grins at the look of fear in Nyx’s eyes and makes a sudden movement, enjoying the sight of her jumping away. The Dawn Fang claps his hands and moves to let his friends join him. The last vampire to enter the room is an Elven woman, who is touching her shoulder where her arm used to be.
“What kind of idiots attract vampires?” the blonde man says, eying Nyx and licking his lips.
“Very dangerous people,” Delvin proudly declares.
“More like people that want to die,” the vampire snaps, flexing his long fingers. Horns grow out of his head and his skin turns red. “I’m tired of this place. Too many of my friends have died here.”
Nyx creates a wall of fire in front of her and prepares for an attack. “Guess Kernaghan didn’t pay you enough.”
“No idea who you’re talking about,” the grinning Dawn Fang claims as he finishes turning into a towering minotaur. He scratches the stone floor with his hooves in an attempt to intimidate the caster. “We were hired by a guy named Stephen. Said he knew the progenitor, which should have been a sign that he couldn’t be trusted.”
“Don’t you hate it when evil employers throw you into the abyss?” Nyx asks. She gestures to her companion, but the Dawn Fangs fan out around the room to surround them. “Where is Stephen anyway?”
The vampire’s anger rises until he snorts and punches the ground hard enough to embed flecks of stone in his knuckles. “The bastard decided that a drite was more important than taking over this mountain. I couldn’t believe it since he wouldn’t shut up about this place for days. Then again, he did mention a drite when he was describing his enemies. I forgot what he said about the critter.”
“He wanted to play with it,” a scrawny calico says, her hairless tail splitting into three whips. “Though his version of play was torture. Wanted to shred the drite’s wings and pick its scales off one by one. Stephen is a sick creature even by our standards.”
“As long as he pays,” the minotaur vampire says with a smirk to his friend. A sudden wave of heat brings his attention back to the caster. “What the hell?”
Nyx is bathed in roiling fire, her violet eyes shining like twin stars that bore into the vampire’s soul. The wall of flame vanishes when she steps forward and reaches toward the large beast. She laughs as the Dawn Fang snorts and bends down to gore her. She lets him get as far as lifting his foot before she snares him with a large hand of flame. Her face is a mask of murderous rage as she pulls the screaming monster closer.
“I don’t have time for any of you,” she hisses in a voice that crackles like a bonfire.