They were just outside the cave now. “Guess he’s living in a cave until he gets another penthouse,” Ronan said.
They surrounded the cave. “Where’d Tristol go?” Brodie asked. “He’s the vampire. Don’t they turn into bats?”
“On the count of three, we go in,” Tavis said. Armed with modern weapons they hadn’t had in his time, they entered the cave. It was dark and damp and ugly.
“It’s not going to make National Geographic,” Brodie said. “This is the ugliest cave I’ve seen.”
They crept through the dark tunnels, looking for signs of where Voltar might be holding Anna. Tavis heard a deep growl, and Voltar appeared in his natural hideous form. He was flanked by eight demons, equally ugly. Each had thick gray skin and eyes that were yellow slits in a too-large head.
Tavis looked at Voltar’s long arms, tipped with sharp claws, and disgust and doubt crept into his head. This was Anna’s father? But he wouldn’t let it take hold. Anna was pure. She was good and strong. She was beautiful. Nothing like this creature.
“Where is Anna?” he asked.
“She’s close by.”
“I’ll trade you, me for her.”
“No,” Faelan said.
Tavis moved closer to Voltar. “Me for her,” he repeated.
“I will take that deal. Bring Anna to me,” Voltar said to his demons.
“Don’t do this, Tavis,” Faelan said. “We can save her. Ronan, Shane, and I will take out the others, you get Voltar.”
“I have to get her to safety first.”
“Bloody fool.”
“You’d do the same if it were Bree,” Tavis said.
Faelan grunted but didn’t disagree.
“Tavis!”
“That was Anna,” he said. But he couldn’t see her. “Anna? Where are you?”
“Don’t come here,” she yelled from deeper within the cave. “It’s a trap. Kill Voltar.” Tavis stared at the demon, wondering whether to attack him or go after Anna. He was the only one who could destroy Voltar.
“We’ll go for Anna,” Shane said. “You take Voltar.”
But Voltar turned and ran, surrounded by his demons. The warriors went after them, following as Voltar wove his way through the cave. Lights strapped onto the warriors’ weapons lit the way. They reached a narrow section, and suddenly the walls came alive with screams as demons leapt at the warriors. In close confines, they had to resort to swords. Tavis preferred swords anyway.
Anna called out again, and Tavis ran toward her voice. Four demons held her, one on each arm, one on each leg. If she struggled, Tavis knew they would rip her apart. He was planning his attack when Tristol streaked in. The four demons dropped like flies.
There was an angry roar and Voltar rushed out of the shadows toward them. Tristol grabbed Anna, and they vanished as Voltar lunged at them.
“Anna? Where are you taking her?” Tavis yelled. With the other warriors out of the way, Tavis grabbed his talisman so he could destroy Voltar. Something slammed him from behind, and he landed hard. He looked up and saw three demons coming at him. These were powerful. They didn’t need swords or fancy guns. Claws and sharp teeth would do the job.
He jumped up and drove his sword into the closest one, so hard it went to the hilt before the demon disappeared. He had just enough time to kill the second one. The third was two feet away, yellow teeth gnashing, when Tavis heard a roar and a sword tip broke through the demon’s chest. It vanished, and Tavis saw Faelan, sword still extended.
“Just in time,” Tavis said.
“Where’s Anna?” Faelan asked.
“Tristol took her. Voltar ran after them.”
“We’ll hold them off. You go after Anna.”
But a dozen more demons swarmed toward them, and these were even stronger than the others. Voltar had saved his best for last. Tavis was killing them as fast as he could swing his sword, as he made his way out of the cave. He was nearing exhaustion when Niall, Duncan, and the others arrived. Niall tossed one demon to the side, slamming it into the wall. When it staggered to its feet, Shane took off its head.
It was a hard fight, but finally they had killed all the demons in the cave and they took off after Voltar. Tavis ran out of the cave and almost hit Voltar. He yelled for the others to get back and cover their eyes. He reached for his talisman, but Voltar was too close. Tavis drove his sword into Voltar’s thigh, pulled the weapon free, and rolled clear. He attacked again, striking at Voltar’s chest, but hit his shoulder instead. He needed a deadly blow to kill a demon as powerful as Voltar. If he could get some space, he could use the talisman.
He sank his sword into Voltar’s chest. It missed his heart, but the demon cried out and fell.
“Here,” Faelan yelled and threw something at Tavis. Shackles. He snapped one on Voltar’s wrist, but before he could get the other one on, Voltar rose up with a roar. He came after Tavis with his claws and teeth extended, his face distorted in anger. But he was moving slower. The one shackle had slowed him down. Tavis had to get the other one on or get the monster clear of the other warriors so he could use the talisman.
He was considering his options when a rock flew past his head, striking Voltar right between the eyes, just like David and Goliath. Voltar staggered, and Tavis quickly attached the shackle to the other wrist. When he glanced back, the other warriors were clapping Niall on the back.
“You got him,” Faelan said.
“The other demons?” Tavis asked, stepping away from Voltar for a moment.
“All dead but one. He got away.”
“We’ve got to find Anna.”
“Where would Tristol take her?” Duncan asked. “Back to the chapel?”
“The rest of you go find her and Tristol. I still don’t trust him. I’ll take care of Voltar.”
“I’ll stay with you,” Faelan said.
Brodie’s eyes widened. “You’d better hurry. Your demon’s getting away.”
Tavis turned. Voltar was trying to run, more of a lumbering gait, a testament to the demon’s power that he could still move. “Damn.” They chased Voltar and caught him a hundred yards away. “You go on,” Tavis said to the others. “We’ve got him now.” And to be sure, he summoned another pair of shackles and put them on the demon. They pulled Voltar to his feet.
He looked at them with fury in his eyes, but under the paralyzing effect of the shackles, all he could do was put one foot in front of the other. He couldn’t even speak.
“You killed our father,” Faelan said. “And our brother when he was just a child.”
“And you raped Anna’s mother.” He couldn’t think too long on the fact that if Voltar hadn’t, Anna wouldn’t be here. “You’ll pay,” Tavis said.
“Not today.” A demon stalked toward them, holding a box in his hand. He raised it, and light flashed out fast as a bullet.
Tavis felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He fell to the ground, unable to move anything but his eyes. Faelan fell beside him on the ground, suffering the same fate. He threw Tavis a frantic look as the demon went over to Voltar. He started to work at the shackles. Tavis didn’t know if he could remove them or not, but either way, unless there was a miracle, he and Faelan were dead.
“Voltar!” Anna’s voice boomed through the trees.
Tavis tried to signal her with his eyes. She wouldn’t know that the other demon had the stun gun. It didn’t matter. Anna didn’t let him get close enough. She pulled out a gun with a huge barrel, raised it, and shot the demon between the eyes. He vanished into nothing, leaving only Voltar there.
Anna hurried over to Tavis and Faelan. “Are you OK?”
He couldn’t answer, but enough feeling was coming back to his body that he was able to roll over and move his head.