*Darick’s POV*I never understood how people could hurt children. Such was the man whose lifeless body was lying on the table. I studied his big crystal blue eyes, the roundness of his face, and his pointy nose. He didn't have a beard or hair on his head. His face was clean and smooth. He looked like a man who could easily gain young people's trust, and maybe that's why he kidnapped little girls. I despised men like him.When Wendall handed me his case yesterday, I almost threw up reading the long list of atrocities he committed. The thought of his blood in my mouth sickened me, yet would also satisfy me, knowing that his judgment day had come and a sick psychopath like him would be off the streets.I leaned over the dead man's body and traced my fingers across his neck. I tilted his head back and opened my mouth. I could feel my razor-sharp fangs extending. It had been a while since I had eaten, and I was ready to enjoy this meal.My fangs pierced his skin, and blood poured
*Gwen’s POV*I had lost track of how long I had been at Darick's house. At some point, I noticed I had stopped caring. I couldn't get any reception on my phone, so I had no one to call, and I found myself growing closer to everyone here. Isabella had bought me some new clothes, and with each passing day, I felt as if being at Darick's was a regular part of my everyday life. I finished getting dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast with Isabella. Nothing smelled better than coffee in the morning. The robust flavor and hot liquid soothed my nerves and helped me start my day. Usually, I would be shuffling through my notes and deciding which article I wanted to submit for publishing by now. Despite the usual routine, it still felt strange to get up in the morning and not go to work.I thought I would be used to it already, but old habits were hard to break, and I longed to read over my reports and prepare for the next story I would chase. However, chas
*Gwen’s POV*I was powerless to resist his dominance as his body heat seeped into mine, making my stomach fuzzy and warm. I knew Darick truly did want me to stay with him to be safe, but that protectiveness, also seemed to have very wonderful benefits."Turn over," he whispered. “We’re not done yet.”I eagerly obeyed his command. Darick's lust had become obsessive, and I yearned for more of his touch. I kneeled on all fours as he caressed my neck and worked his way down to my ass. I was his to possess. His large hands cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly.Darick gripped my legs, wrapped them around his waist, and gently eased into me. His cock was like magic, causing me to become spellbound under his erotic powers. I clenched the sheets and bit his silk pillowcase, trying not to moan as he pressed harder and deeper. I met his driving rhythm beat for beat, rotating my hips in slow circles around his dick."How does that feel?" he grunted, his fingers di
*Gwen’s POV*I rolled over and stretched my arm across the bed, only to feel emptiness beside me. I opened my eyes and didn't see Darick beside me. The candles were blown out, and the window was slightly cracked, letting in a mild cool breeze.I grabbed a pair of clothes from the Old Navy bag that Isabella had given me and pulled out a few outfits to choose from. I was leaning toward the red knit sweater with the black and red cat paw print leggings. Isabella had good taste in fashion.I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, trying not to smile as I thought about my encounter with Darick last night. Shit! I was glowing and wondered if everyone would know what happened. What would they think? I spat the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed my mouth out.Why should I care about what his crew would think? Besides, Darick was the leader, and he would make sure no one said anything about it.I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. I could still fe
*Darick’s POV*"How so?" Gwen asked, curiosity in her eyes.Honestly, I never thought I’d tell this story to anyone, let alone a human. But here I was, spilling out my past, willingly and passionately. With Gwen, it felt so easy—and part of that scared me more than anything else.I sighed, looking at the photo of Edward in her hands. "I was in school one day when a fight broke out during lunch. I knew the kid getting beat and jumped in to save him. During a tussle with the boy who was beating my friend, he bit me. The pain was so intense it felt like fire surging throughout my body. I didn't think anything of it until I started experiencing strange things." "What kind of strange things?" Gwen asked, interest burning in her eyes. "It's hard to explain,” I stated. “But I could go without sleep for days, and I began craving blood. I would also have these very vivid dreams. I told my parents and my father decided to send me to live with my grandparents.
*Chelsea's POV*Dammit! I spilled my coffee on the stacks of paperwork covering my kitchen table. My eyes had bags under them as I worked tirelessly day and night trying to find Gwen. I managed to piece together different clues about where she could be, but kept running into dead ends. I had called the police, hospitals, and even tow truck companies to see if her car had been found since it wasn’t at her apartment.I feared the worst with each passing day, especially knowing that time was of the essence in missing person cases. I had talked to former employers and even put out flyers, but no one had seen or heard from her. Surely she would have told me had she left the country or gone on some wild news chase. I couldn't understand why she hadn't called, which scared me.I scanned the coffee-stained papers hoping to find additional clues.The Blood Kings was Gwen's last note I found in her apartment. I had completed the research on the Blood Brothers, but found
*Amon’s POV*"I want to know everything about your friend," I stated. I pulled a wooden stool in front of Chelsea and sat down, my eyes locked on her. When she didn’t answer me, I inched closer, feeling joy out of watching her squirm."Oh, sweet, Chelsea. You shouldn't be so trusting of people. I could smell your gullible scent from a mile away.” "W-Who are you?" she murmured, blinking back tears."Who I am is of no importance to you. I'm asking the questions, not you," I replied, gritting my teeth. Fucking journalists. "Y-You can't keep me here. My family will come looking for me." Her voice was soft, like that of an innocent child. I laughed. "Please, no one will come looking for you. They haven’t come for Gwen yet. Well, no one but you. Tell me about her, and I may let you go." "Why would I tell you?" she replied, her lip quivering slightly. "Because if you don't, you won't have to worry about your family looking for you. I'll
*Gwen’s POV*Upon seeing the news, Isabella had invited me to her room after Darick's outburst. I was glad Darick had calmed down. I'd seen him mad before, but never in the manner he was when Viktor showed him the news about the dead college girls. I was almost scared to be around him after he punched a hole into the wall. I wanted to know his plans, but I wasn't sure if he would tell me. "Gwen? Gwen, are you okay? You look as if you're lost in your thoughts." Isabella’s voice broke my internal dialogue, bringing me back to reality.I sighed. "I'm okay. I'm just worried about Darick. I’ve never seen him so mad." Isabella patted my shoulder gently. "Darick has worked hard to make sure the vampires don't draw attention to themselves. It's a good sign that right now, most people don't believe in vampires and will only see this as a sick cult ritual." Just then, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. "Come in, Viktor!" Isabella shout