#kyvan

Kyvan had contacted just about everyone he could think of who might have a drug connection. He’d started with Tai, the Admiral’s Arms drummer, who, despite being the sanest and most sober rocker Kyvan had ever met, seemed to be at the center of everything on the road and off. He’d even tried reaching out to Drexel, @melissahiggens old boss, whom he’d never cared for. Evidently the feeling was mutual because he found himself dealing with Sarah, Drexel’s underboss. Her, Kyvan actually liked. A very no-nonsense lady, who wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or bloody. Based on their conversations, she was an excellent businesswoman as well. If the rumors of Drexel’s demise turned out to be true, he hoped she’d take over the operation. She was someone he could work with. He might even enjoy it.

In the middle of the first set, Kyvan felt Anton die. Closing his eyes, he absorbed the blow while the band played on. His conflicted fingers tried to keep up but eventually they, too, gave up the fight and stilled. He wallowed in the pain because there was no other way through it. His brother, his Second, was gone. The universe, or at least Kyvan’s part of it, screeched to a halt.

The vampires in the audience attacked.

They must have been waiting, watching, for any sign of weakness. Though the show of emotion was minimal — most of the audience wouldn’t even notice it — it was enough for them. They sprang into action.

Kyvan responded instinctively. It wasn’t easy, given his size, to forget he was a warrior as well as a musician. Those attacking him seem to have forgotten or else no one had told them.

The first launched himself at Kyvan’s head. Kyvan simply ducked, shrugging his guitar strap off he caught the attackers feet and flung him back into his fellow. A third came from the side allowing Kyvan to catch him with his guitar and send him flying into the drumset where the Were drummer dispatched him by driving his drumsticks into the vampire’s heart.