Of course, when he'd been a new vampire, it had taken him a while to learn how to control his blood cravings, and he had taken blood directly from humans. Occasionally, he'd taken too much and had accidentally killed humans. Over the years he'd learned to control himself better. When blood had become more readily available on the commercial market, he'd switched to it.
As he slowly lifted Isabella's hand to lips, he hoped that he wouldn't loose control, as the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. He could sense that she was afraid from the look in her eyes, and he hated that he was the cause of that. But he had to do this.
Helplessly, Isabella watched as he removed the bandage and lifted his hand to his lips. Then she watched in silence and horror as his tongue licked gently over the cut, lapping up the blood. She felt a warm tingling feeling on her fingers and noticed that the remaining blood flow stopped instantly. When he closed hi
It wasn't an easy choice to make, as they had to leave their families and the people they loved in order to keep them safe. The last thing you wanted to when working on a job like this was an emotional attachment to anyone, as they could be used as a means to get to you. So being a vampire hunter meant leaving every thing you loved. It meant becoming a living ghost. Travis had left someone he loved, but the other hunters didn't know about that, and he intended to keep it that way.Three weeks ago, Jeremiah's son, Evan Desmond had been killed by a vampire in Greeneville. The police called it an animal attack, but they knew better, and Jeremiah was having none of it. He wanted to avenge his son's death so badly, and that desperation was going to be the death of all of them if care wasn't taken."Look, Jeremiah" Travis began, "I know that you are going through a lot right now, and I know that it's not easy to be in your shoes, but if we a
Samson. How had he gotten her clothes cleaned and dried so fast? Was Samson downstairs? Her heart fluttered excitedly and her hands suddenly felt clammy. Surely he wasn't downstairs or he would have come up. She had to stop over thinking and try to control her excitement."There is a card with the flowers.” Paul said, and he placed the vase with the flowers on the side table in the foyer before he left.“Thank you.” Isabella said breathlessly.After she shut the door and hung her clothes in the wardrobe, she looked for the card. Why would he send her two dozen red roses? The butterflies in her stomach started to dance. She had to sit down. He was going to ask her out on a date. She was very sure of that. That definitely had to be the reason for the flowers.He was asking her out on a date... In a note. How very old fashioned and romantic, she thought as she smiled
Samson heard a feminine laugh come from the right, and he recognized the voice immediately... Maddison, he thought. She usually spent a lot of time with Jacob.He turned around, and behold he was right. Maddison sat on a stool laughing at some silly shit the man beside her had just whispered in her ear. Samson's eyes settled on the man beside her. It was the man he had come to find, and he would be dammed if he didn't complete his mission.He headed straight for Jacob Saunders, who looked up and grinned mischievously when he saw Samson approaching."Hey man" Jacob said, "I seem to be seeing you almost every where I go lately. If I didn't know better, I would say you were stalking me. You're not developing feelings for me or anything like that right, are you?"He laughed and Maddison and some other of the vampires who heard him laughed too.The laughter ceased im
Samson didn't hesitate this time, and since he was very fast, Mark was unable to stop him. He charged at Jacob, pushing and slamming him against the wall. He pinned Jacob to the wall, throttling him with his left hand, and using his right, he drove the stake deep into his stomach, making Jacob scream in pain. Then he leaned forward and whispered in his ear."If you Hurt her in any way, the next stake will be driven into your heart. And I mean every word I just said"With that, he released him, turned around and headed for the exit, leaving everyone in the bar in shock at what had just happened.--------------"So..... Are you going to tell us what that was all about, or are we going to have to just act like nothing happened?" Mark asked Samson as they drove away from Joe's bar, while Raymond just giggled at the back seat like the situation was so funny to him.Samson ignored Mark's question, and focused on taking off his blo
"No I won't stop walking" she replied, "I have to get home. It's getting late"She had to stop walking when he suddenly took a step forward and came to stand in front of her, blocking her path and preventing her from moving any further. She tried to move past him but he wouldn't let her."Fine, let me drive you home then" he said.Isabella shook her head. "No thanks, I'm fine"He frowned slightly, and his brow lifted. "You are mad at me, ain't you?" he said simply.Isabella shrugged, trying to give the impression that he was wrong and that she didn't care one bit. "I'm not mad at you" she said, "Why on earth would I be? I don't even know you"Samson lifted a hand and rubbed his forehead, searching for the right words to say to her. She might deny it, but he wasn't stupid. She was definitely mad at him and he wanted to fix i
He suddenly lightened up, and then he was grinning at her again. "Great. It would be nice to spend some time with my new friend. I don't have a lot of friends, you know"Isabella smiled back at him. Friends—she wanted Samson to be much more than that, at least a friend she could have sex with. Lots of sex. Lots of good sex. If he was as good in bed as his kiss promised, there’d be lots of great sex.Was it getting warmer in the car?“Are you hot? I'm sorry, I should have turned on the AC” Samson Samson.“What?” Isabella lifted her gaze to meet Samson’s inquisitive stare.“Your cheeks are red.” he replied. "I thought maybe you were hot or something?"It was probably safer not to think of sex anymore while she was in the car with him, Isabella thought. Or in any other place for that matter."You can pick me up at six tomorrow" she said, before she opened the d
She gave him a ravishing smile. The man was definitely old fashioned, and the way he called her Belle made her feel like a princess. "I'm glad I agreed to." she replied."Shall we?" He offered her his left arm, and she hooked her hand in it. Wanting to feel more of her, he placed his right hand over her fingers, pressing down gently. She was soft and warm. Tonight those fingers would touch him in all the right places, just as his hands would learn every inch of her body. Just one night with her couldn't do any harm, right?"So, can I ask where we are going?" Isabella asked.Samson grinned and shook his head. "No you may not, It's a surprise." he replied."Oh, I love surprises." Isabella said and her face lit up like that of a little Child who had just been promised a treat.She would get plenty of surprises with him. All good ones, he hoped. He helped her into the car and addressed his driver."We're ready, Darr
He was in the right mood to give the tickets to the next passerby and take her back to his house immediately. But he was worried that his uncontrolled desire for her would scare her and make her retreat. He couldn't risk it. Not after he had screwed up that night."Sir, we're here," Darrell said as the car came to a stop.Isabella watched Samson intently as he helped her out of the car like the perfect gentleman, almost as if the few minutes of erotic play hadn't happened. He was deadly sexy, and the touch of his fingers on her lips had aroused her more than she would want anybody to know. If a simple touch did that to her, she'd be heading for the abyss shortly.She could barely believe how bold she'd been in the car. She wasn't normally the type to go after a man, but all her inhibitions had gone out the window as soon as he'd fed her the first piece of sushi.Potentially the whole situation could have been embarrassing, especially if he had withd