You're killing me

You're killing me
"Hurry up. I want my turn. " The third guy, who had turned around and seemed to be watching, laughed." But I don't care if she's conscious."
I expected to cry, try to scream or break through again, but I froze, watching the men talk about me as if I wasn't there. The guy with his hand down his pants stood in front of me and leaned into my neck; his breath was mostly alcohol fumes.
"Where to drill first?" his words were a mumble as he grabbed me between my legs. "This untouched pussy or your pretty little neck?"

"You're killing me," said the guy on his back.
"I vote for the neck. " The guy covering my mouth with his hand spoke, and his eyes also glowed a faint red, but I'm sure he was mistaken.
Some nearby neon must have been casting the light. Or I'd had too much to drink in the restaurant. That would also explain my slowness to react. Normally, I was a fighter. But the more afraid I got, the less I could do. The man holding my body pulled back and smiled, and I gasped, throwing my head back with a jolt, slamming it against the wood behind me, pain shooting through my skull.
Fangs.
Shit, he'd grown teeth and had fangs.
With a malevolent chuckle as I struggled to get free, he leaned into my neck, his warm breath followed by the grazing of teeth. I couldn't even think. My mind had nothing to give.

As I waited, with those impossible fangs perched lightly on my skin as if tasting something, there was an inhuman roar and a shadow swirled in front of me, tearing it off me. I collapsed to the ground with no one to hold me up, and the other two men stood there for a moment before a flurry of expletives filled the air and they fled, their discomposed footsteps echoing my heartbeat.
Before my eyes closed, the whirlwind of a man who had dragged my attacker away shot out after the fleeing pair and knocked them both to the ground. But before I could see what was happening, my eyes closed and I almost ignored the footsteps next to my head. It was so nice to just rest.
No. That was wrong. I forced my eyes open again as adrenaline flooded through me. I couldn't keel over on a New Orleans street. Those guys had already proven to me that it wasn't safe.
"Miss Harper?" At Jensen's familiar voice , I finally gave in and let go.
ARTURO 
I had never felt so much rage. It consumed me completely, and rational thought became impossible. I acted on instinct, turning my fury into brutal vengeance as I methodically destroyed the men in an alley, turning them into a pile of unrecognizable parts before finally stopping, exhausted, but still nervous.

Then I had only one thought.
Amara
Fear prompted me to move, and fear was not something I was familiar with. People were afraid of me, but I was never afraid. Only now I was. What had these bastards done to Amara? Was she still alive? Had I been too late? Had one of them bled her dry and taken her away?
My throat went dry at the thought. I was about to lose everything because of my own stupidity. I should never have brought Amara here. An unclaimed virgin? My mate? I hadn't even claimed her, and had trusted other vampires to adhere to the rules of honor and respectability? I was the bastard. A total mess. And I'd believed the fucking Donatelo .
Shit.
I exhaled a wheezy sigh as I ran back to where I'd left her. The image of Amara almost being devoured, maybe even on the verge of having her throat ripped out by some New Orleans vampires, was still present in my mind. And I hadn't been there. I had lost faith by placing it in Donatelo and would not make that mistake again.
More than anger, something territorial clung to me, something.... I hesitated, almost unable to identify it. Something protective. But then I shook my head. Of course it was protective; my damn future depended on not letting Amara be killed or claimed by anyone else.
I arrived at where I had left Amara and found Jensen kneeling beside her, protecting her. No one paid much attention to another person passed out on the streets of New Orleans, especially with Jensen there. He certainly gave the impression that he had the situation under control.
"How is he?" I almost stopped next to them.
He patted her hand. "I mumble a little. In and out."
As if he'd heard my voice, he snapped his eyes open and began to scream. The sound started quietly, but grew louder and sharper until I leaned over her and looked into her eyes.
"You need to sleep " I murmured . "Sleep and forget about this."
As I spoke, repeating the soothing words, her scream died away, her eyes closed once more and her tense muscles relaxed.