Blood's Nexus Excerpt
Taylor tossed and turned. The soft bedding might as well have been needles, with her mind refusing to shut off.
Each scenario played out repeatedly in her head, and each time she would think of something else she should have said or done another way.
Resigned to a sleepless night, she sat up.
Blankets were a tangled mess around her body, and she couldn’t
The stone floor was cold to the touch, and a cool breeze was coming through the barred window. Taylor hugged her arms around her chest and rubbed feeling back into her extremities.
At some point the fire had gone out, but, from what she could see, there was red embers tucked near the bottom of the ash. Crouching down, she stirred what remained with the cast iron poker before tossing a couple small logs onto it.
Outside the bedroom door that led to Taylor’s chambers stood a beastly male Sabre with beady brown eyes, and long yellowed teeth.
He snorted and then gave a big yawn. He didn’t know why he had to stay here night after night;
It was late, and no one was around. He glanced down the corridors and double checked the door. It wouldn’t hurt anything if he closed his eyes for a moment. He needed sleep too. He leaned back on the wall and gave a throaty growl as he relaxed.
A few moments slipped by, his head bobbed once as he
The dark form at the end of the blade gave it an extra twist before easing the twitching body down onto the floor. A quick pat down revealed the copper key for the door hidden in a belt pouch.
With a satisfied grin,
The teen heard the
She stayed still, crouched by the fireplace and waited.
A lithe figure slipped into the room.
It moved to the bedside swiftly, barely moving the fabric of its own apparel.
Taylor couldn’t hold back a small gasp as she watched the blade tear through the blankets several times in the matter of a couple seconds. Someone wanted her dead.
The hooded face turned her direction, and the teen was sure she heard a hiss, close to that of a house cat.
“It would have been better had you been asleep,” the high pitched yet male voice said.
“W-why? Who are you?” Taylor demanded, as she stood up still clutching the fire rod in her right hand.
The figure came closer and she could make out the pointed features of a Weasel. He flashed her a grin filled with sharp teeth.
“The rebellion can’t have you stay in
Taylor scoffed a little despite the fear. She was getting real sick of being underestimated.
The Weasel glided even closer, the dagger still poised.
“Just close your eyes, and I promise this will be quick.”
There was a moment Taylor hesitated, a moment the thought of a quick end was tempting. Then the Assassin moved, and
She sidestepped his attack. However, as she threw herself to the right, the blade still sliced clean through shirt and flesh. She barely had time to register the pain before the assassin was on her again.
As he lunged forward with the dagger, she swung the cast iron rod, deflecting it away. The stone scraped across the poker sending a spray of embers, still clinging to it from the fire, into the
He squeaked in pain, but still pushed forward desperate to finish the job before
A blind thrust put both off balance. Taylor lost her grip on the poker and, instead of trying to recover, it she grabbed the dagger with both hands. The two fell back and hit the store floor with a resounding crash from the iron rod.
It was loud, and the cool-headed Weasel
“Just die.” he sneered pushing down.
Had he been a Sabre his body mass would have been enough to end
Her arms quivered as she kept the knife suspended between them. With a loud growl that would have done any animal proud, she planted her foot on his hip and kicked him away.
He recovered and attacked again, but just as he made his approach an ear-splitting roar filled the halls. He faltered and missed a beat with his step. The fire rod rolled his ankle, and he fell forward.
Taylor grunted as he landed on her hard.
There were several moments of confusion before Taylor pulled herself away. She pressed her back against the wall and waited. Another moment passed; there were footsteps running down the hall.
A wet cough and wheeze came from the prone form at her feet. With a stuttered breath of her own she reached down and rolled the Weasel onto his back.
Embedded in his chest was the stone blade. He coughed again and, to her horror, blood bubbled out of this mouth.
Just then, a trio of Sabres burst through the door. The Lioness leading them stopped short and surveyed the scene. There was a Weasel on the floor with a blade protruding from his chest, and the human was kneeling over him.
Confused, but unfazed, she
“You check to make sure that thing is dead. You, go get
She turned to Taylor.
“Are you injured?”
Taylor shook her head before she even registered the question. She scooted herself along the wall, so she was well away from the scene.
“He is still alive,” the male Sabre sneered, “want me to finish it?”
“No. Leave him for
Taylor felt a pang of empathy for the Weasel. He had only been doing what he thought was right for the people of this land. Still, her life was hers; she wasn’t
The room felt very crowded when
“What happened?” he demanded.
Taylor was listening from her spot on the floor when she
“Found Crux dead in the hall, saw the door open. We ran in here and found the Weasel like that with the girl over him,” explained the Lioness.
Taylor clutched her side and felt a warmth spread through her fingers.
With whatever breath and strength he had left, the Weasel spit in
“Hang it on the gate for all to see,” said
She flinched as he squatted in front of her. With a gentle touch, he moved her hands.
Blood seeped steadily out of the large gash, soaking through her shirt and the top of her pants.