Norman tossed the blade at my feet, and I slowly crouched, keeping my gaze on the vampire. I gripped the handle and slowly stood. “Knives?”
The vampire in front of me grinned. “You wanted a chance. So, come on, if you can’t come at me with knives and make me hurt, then you aren’t worth the money Absinthe pays—”
I would kill him, make him pay and then I could get back to Abe and demand him to tell me what the hell was going on.
I screamed, lashing out at Norman, slicing him across the cheek, the shimmer of his blood coming to the cut instantly. The vampire stepped back, blinking in surprise as I arced again and aimed for his throat.
Norman stepped back, his hand deflecting my blade and while he was worried about the knife, I swung my bare fist, connecting it with his cheek. He stumbled, and I launched myself at him, driving my knee into his stomach, the knife falling to the ground uselessly as he doubled over with a grunt.
It was hard,
I finally got the upper hand on the big man… the one who looked like Vince, but smelt… feral. I slammed him against the wall, my hand gripping his windpipe with extended claws, as he hung uselessly in my grip. “I will kill you!”“Go for it, pretty boy.” he choked, laughing like a mad man. He’d given up. There was no fight left in him… “You have no idea what’s coming… but without her now… you might fall a little easier.”I roared, my claws digging in and I twisted. Blood sprayed as I ripped the vampire’s throat from his body, and tossed it to the side like a sack of flour. I honestly didn’t give a fuck who he was, and why he looked so much like Vince. Right now, my priority was Marley.Turning, I raced back to Marley. She lay on her side, her back to me and I knelt down, slowly and gently rolling her to her back and into my arms. The smell of blood hit me, before I saw
Waking to the feeling of serum racing around my body was starting to get old.When I had signed up for this job two years ago, no one told me of the risks, of the agony I would put my all too human flesh through. If they had, I would have told them to shove it.I groaned, my head pounding in time with my heartbeat.“Marley?”Absinthe’s voice floated to me, loud and grinding against my headache. I groaned again, rolling to the side, the need to be sick washing over me. I managed to hold it in and sighed, as Abe’s strong hands soothed over my back.Finally feeling stable enough, I opened my eyes and slowly sat up, Absinthe helping me. When he thought me stable enough, he leaned in, kissing me, his hands gripping the sides of my face. Finally pulling away, I sighed and looked at him.He looked tired.I’d never seen a vampire look so drained and… old. I had to remind myself Absinthe was centuries older
Rhayden growled, moving us and tipped me back onto the cold floor. With quick movements, he shredded the clothing I was in, tossing it to the side. His head dipped, mouth kissing along my stomach, nipping skin skin, catching his fangs on my flesh. The stings made me gasp, but not in pain, but pleasure.His mouth found my clit, ready for him. Tipping my head back as his lips closed around it, he suckled and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I pushed my hands through his hair, holding his face to me as I came, loud and hard. “Rhayden!”He growled, fangs sinking into my thigh and my head spun as he drew on my blood. Rhayden slowly lifted himself and I opened my eyes, staring at him. The was blood on his lips and he grinned as he loomed over me. “You really want rough?”“Yes.” I breathed, ignoring the pain in my chest. I didn’t want soft and sweet, like I got with Abe. I needed rough and dangerous with the possibility of ge
The call to my cousin had been blunt and to the point.Now Marley had helped him, the killer dead; I never wanted to see him around my human again and if I did, I would not hesitate to do what my little brother had failed to do over a century ago.I would rip his head from his shoulders.Korin of course had not been as understanding about it than I’d had hoped and the threats which had ensued between us had become ugly; even to the point where he had threated to have the title of Lord of my own coven stripped form me…I just hoped that the threat didn’t go any higher. If my cousin was still the little brat he used to be, I knew his father, our uncle, would be breathing down my throat within days and that would be a problem, because the vampire council would have to be convened… and they would not be understanding of the arrangement Rhayden, and I had with our human hunter.I knew keeping Marley around was putting a target
Immortal Cravings Part 3: BetrayalsThis was going to hurt. No matter how many times I tried to tell myself this was the wrong way to approach the subject of my sister’s murder, I needed to know, and when I finally asked; I knew there was not going to be pleasantries. “Did you have my sister killed?”Absinthe Raynes, Vampire Lord of Miami and one of my undead lovers, lifted his gaze and stared at me as if I had asked him if he wore pink underwear. There was a little bit of shock, followed quickly by anger. “I’m not going to answer that, Marlene.”“Why not?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I tried to ignore the pain which ripped through the muscles. Why had I been so adamant in letting Rhayden fuck me so hard, after I had literally been stabbed in the chest? And why the hell wasn’t the serum working? It always had before.“Because it&rsqu
I had waited until Marley had closed the door, before I started at my brother, but boy, it hadn’t been closed long. “Are you fucking insane!?”Absinthe sat in his chair… the one father had gifted him… and stared off into space.I blinked and looked at him.“Absinthe?”When he’d ignored me as a child, I usually slashed at him and ran, knowing he would chase me and then I would get the attention I wanted. But right now, if I tried that, he’d probably take my head off.“Absinthe!”This time, he did move, his head turning just a fraction, his gaze settling on mine. “Don’t fucking yell at me, Rhayden.”“Well answer me, when I do.” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest. “You seriously can’t be thinking of letting Mars go after yet another killer? She barely escaped with her life last time, and I barely escaped with mine the first!&
I’d tried talking with Absinthe again but had been met with Tony at the door of the library, telling me the Lord wasn’t speaking to anyone. I wanted to think it was about the loss of Trey and Sasha, but a niggling in the back of my mind told me it was to do with the conversation we’d had, before that.I knew he didn’t want to talk about it, but I would keep pushing, until I had justice for my sister’s murder and Johan’s head on a spike in Absinthe’s courtyard for all to see.But right now, I needed to relax, and I sank back against Rhayden, letting the hot water of the huge bath warm the chill to my skin and sighed as he wrapped his arms around my chest.“Are you sure you want to do this?”Tipping my head back, I looked up at Rhayden, bright blue eyes staring at me. I nodded. “I have to get out of here Rhayden. You’re coddling me, Abe is ignoring me. I’m used to it being the other way
I’d never been a jealous man. Not once in my centuries of being in this world, had I ever coveted another, or been jealous. But seeing Marlene impaled on my brother, her face flushed with fresh blood, clearly just having orgasmed…I was jealous now.And that meant the upcoming conversation I was going to have with Marlene, was not going to end well.Maybe letting Marley and Rhayden sleep together was not a good idea. It was driving a wedge between the three of us. My brother had warned me that it would happen. I’d just never been very good at accepting advice from others.The doors of the library opened and I stopped my pacing, to turn to Marley.My brother was there too, hair still wet, the smell of her on him and I felt my anger kick in. “Rhayden, leave.”“But—”“Now.”Rhayden’s eyes flared copper, but he turned and walked out, slamming the door behin
I paced the room, aware of Absinthe watching me from his comfy chair. My mind was on the woman in the room, near the armory.It had broken my undead heart, pushing Mars into that room and closing the door.“Rhayden, you’re making me dizzy.”Rolling my eyes, I glared at Abe and kept pacing.How the fuck had everything gone so fucking wrong? And Mathias…“I’m going to gut him.”“Othello wouldn’t approve of you slaying one of the vampire Lords, little brother. No matter how much of an asshole he is.”And by god, Mathias was one of the most assholey of all assholes. He had a mean streak to him, which came to the surface with his superiority complex. He thought he was better than everyone else, just because of his bloodline, because he was a vampire lord.Yeah, well that didn’t excuse his behaviors. Especially in our mansion.“Rhayden.”&ldq
“So, this is the murderess of my Coven member?”Barely had I stepped out of the elevator, when I was overcome with the scent of spoiled blood. Great… he was one of those vampires.Looking past Rhayden, who had stopped in the middle of the corridor, I looked at the vampire before us; his skintight on his bones, his eyes copper with anger, claws descended.In seconds, Absinthe had stepped past me, and was standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother, blocking the volatile vampire from reaching me.“You are in my mansion Mathias, remember that. If you even lay a finger on her, I will rip your head off and use it for a soccer ball.” Abe’s tone was blunt, to the point and my fear kicked into overdrive. What would happen if the vampire didn’t heed Abe’s warning? Would I become a casualty of a fight between them?Mathias leaned forward, looking past the vampires protecting her, lee
The five hours it took to drive back to my mansion, was the longest five hours of my life.Marley and I didn’t speak much, and I was glad, because I knew if we did, the inevitable talk of Johan would arise and we would argue.Seeing the gates of the mansion loom ahead of us though… my stomach churned. And when I drove up the drive, to see more than twenty cars lined up in front of the building, the churning became worse. I knew those cars and why they were there. I turned my head a little, looking across to Marley, as her gaze took in the vehicles, as we drove past and toward the back of the mansion to the garage. “I am not going to be able to speak with you much, once we get inside. Othello will want to speak with you alone.”“Awesome.” Marley muttered and I could hear not only the emotion in her voice, but the way her heart fluttered quicker, the closer we came to the garage. “If you knew that I was in danger, why com
Abe held out a shirt and pair of sweats he had managed to pull from a cupboard on the side of the room. I took them and hissed as the shirt caught on the grazes on my back. Abe turned and looked at me, as he put on the jeans he had found. “Are you okay?”“I am bruised and not just by you.” I winced. I lifted the shirt and looked down at the bruises on my ribs. “I don’t think he liked me.”My gaze moved to the bruises on my hips, and I smirked, looking up at Abe.“But I know you like me…”Absinthe’s gaze moved to the bruises on my hips and frowned.“Shit. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He turned, picking up the syringe and turned, taking my arm in his hand. “This is going to sting.”He pushed the needle into my arm and I hissed, feeling the serum quickly working into my veins making my head swim. Fuck, I hated serum with a passion and t
I woke to warmth.Turning my head, Marley was curled beside me, her hand over my long dead heart and I smiled. Leaning over, I kissed her forehead, making her stir, her beautiful eyes opening, looking up at me. “Hi.”“Evening Marlene.” I replied quietly, my hand coming up, caressing the soft skin of her cheek, loving the warmth transferring to my fingertips. “Are you okay?’“I hurt…” she replied, and my stomach knotted.“Hurt?”Marley nodded, rolling to the side. Blood from her chest, soaked into her shirt—into my shirt. I sat up, reaching for her, ripping open her shirt. Her dark bra; holding her magnificent breasts, making my body stir. But the fresh bout of blood which oozed from her wound made me hiss.It should have healed by now and my gaze went to the bruises on her body. They were dark black. “What happened?”“The Vampire I killed. He th
The night air was chilled as I stepped out of the building, bag slung over My shoulder. My gaze moved to look at the horizon, the sun almost ready to poke its head over the edge and light up the morning sky.I’d managed a couple of hours sleep. But it had been fitful. Constantly jerking awake, thinking the door of the vault had been opened; even though I knew it couldn’t be opened from the outside, once someone sealed it from within. I’d tried that before and failed.I had to keep moving, make sure I was ahead of what was coming after me.I’d killed a Vampire.He might have been a rogue, killing an innocent girl, when the hunting of humans was forbidden; but he had been an unsanctioned kill, and I had broken the Rules.I was only ever allowed to hunt and kill rogues which had been sanctioned by Absinthe, or in the event of Norman, I’d had been given permission by Korin, because the Vampire had been killing in his territory.Not that I had killed him, that had been Rhayden, while I ble
I was starting to think I’d never find Marley, until Mathias threw her corpse at my feet.Why, of all vampires, did she have to kill one of his? Mathias would stop at nothing to have Marley’s head on a spike and there would be sweet fuck all either Rhayden or I could do about it, once the 24-hours was up.The library doors burst open, and I lifted my head, hoping to see Marlene standing there.Instead, it was Tony.Normally calm under pressure, this was the fourth time in a month I’d seen him less than calm. “Tony?”What had happened? I’d given him and Maddison permission to complete the Mated Ritual, knowing it might make them a target… had it gone wrong?Tony walked over to me, “The New Orleans safe house has been activated.”“Orleans?”The Safe-House in New Orleans was one which rarely got used.It was owned by Othello, a safe house for everyone, the o
Another dirt road.Why the fuck did the vampires think it was such a good idea to seclude their safehouses like they did, down dirt roads and away from civilization. Especially since they had a penchant for nice cars which didn’t handle the dirt overly well. I’d already stopped Rhayden’s Alfa from ending up in the gutter more than once.But I guess, when you were a secret race of humans who were scared of being discovered, because of what might happen to the wider vampire community… it didn’t seem so ridiculous.The road seemed to stretch on forever… until it broke into a clearing and I slammed on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt in a large expanse of dirt.I stared at the dilapidated building; hidden back against the huge trees; the peeling paint, the blacked-out windows… it screamed fuck off and I knew I’d found what I was after. Shoving the map back into the glove compartment, I stared
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I’d listened to Marley’s message at least five times now, and each time, my stomach churned with sickness and worry for my human lover. Now I was on my way to the library to see my brother. “Absinthe! We have a proble—”I slid to a halt at the sighed of the man sitting at the head of the table.It wasn’t my brother.“Rhayden Raynes. Just the man I wanted to see.”Othello Martin was a formidable Vampire. Older than both Absinthe and I put together, his skin leathery, thin; showing the age of our Lord and I dropped his gaze, showing protocol. “Sire.”“Sit. What is so important?” My gaze shifted to Absinthe. His gaze was on the table; curtailed by the older man. Fuck. This was about to get really shitty. I sat, pushing my hand with my phone into my jacket pocket, but not quick enough and Othello noticed the device. “What is that?”My gaz