"This is another fantastically shitty idea," he ground out as Granny titty twisted him to break his hold. "Granny, drop fang and drink. There is no way in hell we're coming out of this alive unless we can all actually fight Dragons. I don't think I can mind meld twelve at once."
"Will I be able to fly?" Granny asked as she let go of her death grip on Dwayne's nipple.
"No," he said.
"Well, that doesn't really seem fair," she whined.
"Life is not fair and then you die," he hissed. "OR NOT if you drink my blood. Do it, damn it. Now."
Granny bit down without another complaint. My stomach churned at the thought she might end up having the same effects I did. However, Dwayne was right. We were staring at dismal odds at the moment. We stood a far better chance of coming out alive if we had his dark and scary Vampyre blood in our systems.
"Hurry," Dwayne insisted to Granny as he zeroed in on Hank. "You're next, big boy."
"I've already killed a Dragon," Hank said as he scanned the area surrounding us for movement on the ground.
I let myself go into my mind and pull up my Vampyre part that scared the living daylights out of me. Glancing up at the roof again I gasped in fury and dismay. The Dragons had disappeared. "Son of a bitch, they're gone. What's in the back of the house?"
"A pool in the center. Cabana to the left. Tennis courts to the right," Dwayne laid the landscape out succinctly. "You killed one Dragon," he told Hank. "How'd that work out for you?"
"I'm sporting a new arm and leg other than the ones I was born with," Hank ground out through clenched teeth.
"Drink," Dwayne shouted at him. "We don't have time to argue and you won't be any help if you are missing body parts."
"Point," Hank said as he let his fangs drop and sunk them into Dwayne's neck.
Granny was shaking with the new and deadly power that coursed through her small body. Her eyes were dilated and her hands bunched into tight little fists at her side. However, the person I really worried about was Hank. His power was enormous without the Vampyre blood. What in the hell would this turn him into?
I needed to focus on the positive even though I wanted to rail at the Heavens.
"Are any of you able to fight?" I asked the Cows.
They stood in mute terror and my stomach dropped to my toes. This was a clusterhump waiting to happen. I pushed the ugly thought from my mind that Angela was responsible for this and focused on the matter at hand.
"Essie, you and four Cows will come with me around the right side of the house. Granny and Dwayne, you take the others and go left."
Hanks eyes blazed and the power that shimmered around him was mind-boggling, sexy as hell and completely unnerving. Dwayne was no slouch either. His skin glowed and his eyes were frightening slits. I held up my end as I felt the rush of unstable Vampyre voodoo fill my body. My hair flew wildly around my head and there was no breeze. Granny seemed to be the one a little off. Grabbing her, I shook her and made her look at me.
"Can you do this?" I demanded. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, winked and literally levitated off the ground.
"Okay," I muttered as I whipped around to Dwayne who was watching her in shock. "That is totally not fair. How the hell can she fly?"
"No clue, doll… and no time to figure it out," he said as he took Granny's hands and pulled her back to earth. "Plan?"
"Not really," Hank said. "Weapons won't work. We need to get the solution in as many mouths as we can or today will be our last. Remove the heart or head—neither is easy."
"Cows, you cannot run under any circumstances," I barked. "If you can't shift and fight, you need to aim and shoot the liquid."
"Should we fart at them?" Pat asked timidly.
To die of asphyxiation or by Dragon… that apparently was the question. Why Shakespeare came to mind every time I was facing death lately was a mystery, but it was an apt inquiry. We'd made it through the farts before; perhaps we could live through them twice.
Hank rubbed his jaw and blew out a long breath. "You will use your, um… gas bombs only if we tell you to. They may be a good distraction, but they could also debilitate us."
"Our ass-fire aim is pretty accurate," Harley said. "It does permeate the air, but the main damage goes where we shoot it."
"Good to know," Hank said with a wince and shudder. "You will fart on them only on command. We clear?"
Everyone nodded.
"I honestly can't believe I just said that." Hank laughed and ran his hands through his hair. "Essie, come here."
Hank grabbed me by the waist and kissed me hard and fast. My toes curled and my lady bits clenched in desire. I knew the kiss could be our last, but I refused to believe it. I would not believe it.
"I expect you to finish what you started here after we're done playing with the Dragons," I told him as my eyes turned icy blue.
"I plan on it," he told me with a smirk that despite all the danger we were in made me want to throw him to the ground. God, I was wild about him.
"That was hot," Francis said with a giggle and a thumbs up.
"I thought so." I grinned at her and gave Hank a quick squeeze.
"Maybe you can give us some flirting lessons if we're still alive after tonight," Pat suggested timidly. "We've never had boyfriends before."