Immortal Danger (Night Watch 0.5)(5)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Hearing. Smell. Sight.

Especially sight. She could see perfectly in the dark. When she hunted, it was like she was using some kind of heat vision. She could see the warm red glow of her prey. Could stalk and hunt easily for miles.

Normally, she could also smell with the detection of an animal. She could pick up scents, even identify different people from miles away.

But tonight, she didn’t smell any trace of her pursuer.

Just as earlier, when the human had approached her, she hadn’t detected his scent. Which was damn odd. Humans always carried a scent. Perfume. Cigarettes. Soap. Something. But that guy, the tall, dark guy who’d approached her in the feeding room, he’d had no scent.

Maya rolled her shoulders, stood in the middle of the street, and waited.

It didn’t take a genius to understand who was on her trail. She really, really wasn’t in the mood for any more shit right then.

"You’re starting to get on my bad side," she said, and her voice carried easily in the night.

Silence.

One moment.

Two.

Then, footsteps. Slow. Steady. The guy wasn’t trying to hide anymore. Good.

Maya turned on her heel and watched as her stalker approached. It was him, of course. She could tell by the strong, muscular shape of his body.

He stepped under a streetlight, and the fluorescent glow shone down on his black hair. Maya studied him a moment, frowning. The guy was big. Not especially tall. She gauged him to be a bit over six feet, but he was solidly muscled-every inch of him.

He wore a black jacket over his shirt. Loose jeans encased his long legs, and a scuffed pair of boots covered his feet.

The guy wasn’t handsome. Not in the cover-boy style that most humans found so popular these days. His face was hard, rugged . His cheekbones were sharp, his nose a little too long. He had a strong, square jawline and a faint cleft in his chin. His lips were firm, a bit thin, and currently pressed into a tight line.

And his eyes…She’d never seen eyes quite like his before. The green was so deep, so dark.

Emerald. He had emerald eyes.

Those eyes of his, they made her nervous. Very nervous.

Something was off about the guy, and as he closed the final distance between them, her body went on alert.

"Wanna tell me why you’re following me, Slick?" Did the man have some kind of death wish? He’d seen what she’d done to the demon– that should have been a big clue for him to stay the hell away from her.

"My name"-his voice rumbled from deep in his chest-"is Adam. Adam Brody." No accent marked the words.

Maya grunted. She didn’t really care about his name. She just wanted him to leave her alone.

"You didn’t answer my question."

"I told you before, Maya , I need your help."

He knew her name. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be impressed by that fact or worried.

After considering the situation for three seconds, she decided she was neither.

Most of the supernaturals in Los Angeles knew who she was. She hadn’t exactly made a habit of hiding her identity. She didn’t know if Adam Brody fell into the supernatural category or if he was just a well-informed human, but either way, she didn’t really care that he knew her identity.

And the guy was still singing his song about needing help. She sighed, then muttered, "I told you, I’m not into helping people." Killing, that was another matter. "Do yourself a favor. Stay away from me." Her gaze darted to the night sky, gauging the location of the moon. She needed to hurry if she was going to make it to the hospital before dawn.

Maya turned to go-

Adam grabbed her arm.

She stared at his hand a moment. The long, tanned fingers. His flesh felt warm against her.

When was the last time a guy had chosen to touch her? Without, of course, the intent to kill? Her life was so screwed up.

"Let go," she ordered.

"No."

Now that had her jerking back to face him fully, her brows lifted. "Who are you?"

His eyes narrowed. "I told you, I’m Adam Brody, and I-"

"No." That wasn’t what she meant. Time to try again. " What are you?"

He blinked. "A man who needs help."

A man. Maya wasn’t sure she believed that. "For a human, you seem awful relaxed to be here, talking with me."

He shrugged. "So you’re a vampire. I’ve met your kind before."

Oh, she’d just bet he had. Adam Brody was holding out on her, and she was no one’s fool. "I’m not just a vampire," she whispered, watching closely for his response as she stepped toward him and brushed her body against his. Mmm, she liked the way he felt. Liked the hard steel of his muscles.

"I’m a very hungry vampire." Her hand lifted and Maya trailed her fingers down his throat.

She expected him to back away. To flinch in revulsion. Something . But the guy didn’t so much as bat an eyelash.

Her fingers were over his pulse now. She could feel the blood drumming beneath her touch.

No empty threat. She realized that she was hungry.

The wound on her side had yet to close-it’d be several hours before she healed completely. She was still bleeding, and she’d already lost too much blood.

Blood loss weakened her. It weakened all vamps. If they lost too much, they could die.

Her fingertips stroked his skin and her canines began to stretch and sharpen. Just a bite. After all, he’d been the one to come looking for her. Just a quick bite, and she’d send him on his way.

Maya rose onto her toes. Her breath blew over his skin. Her heart began to drum faster as anticipation filled her. She could almost taste him.

Her lips pressed against his throat. Kissed the flesh. Her tongue snaked out, licked a light trail over his pounding pulse.

Adam’s hand was still wrapped around her arm. His fingers tightened and she heard him draw in a sudden, sharp breath.

It was always so easy to make the prey want the bite. She’d discovered after her change that it wasn’t necessary to force humans to submit to her. She could usually seduce men into offering their throats to her.

At first, she was just a woman to them. She looked human. Her body seemed human. She breathed. Her heart beat. Her blood pumped through her. The prey didn’t realize until too late what she really was.

But by that point, her teeth were already in their throats, and for the men she’d tasted, well, they’d found it to be a highly pleasurable experience.

She made it a habit not to hurt humans unless she had to do so.

Now, monsters, well, they were a different matter.

Maya lightly scraped the edge of her teeth over Adam’s throat. His pulse raced faster now, pounding harder beneath her mouth.

Just a taste.

He pushed her back and stared down at her with eyes that blazed with fury. "You want to drink from me, then you agree to help me."