The Vampire's Red Pellet

The Vampire's Red Pellet

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BOOK 2 of 'The TAMED Series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorah is used to being hated; she has been hated since birth. Considered and outcast, and confined to an old cottage, her life is lonely and unfulfilling. Born into a reputable Vampire Hunter family, she is scorned for having no talent or skill. This makes her feel undeserving of a better life and spikes her fear of men. So why does she choose to help a total stranger who stumbles into her back lawn and dare defy her fear by bringing him into her cottage? Andrea is a prodigal son of a noble Vampire family, and an ex-rogue Vampire on a bloodlust spree who bears a curse that turns Human blood into the deadliest poison for him. He abhors responsibilities and believes Vampires have no emotions. And any Vampire Hunter who is misfortunate to cross his path, meets a gruesome fate. Sorah is suppose to uphold her fear for men and not dream of ever uplifting her life. So why does this blood-sucking fiend entice her so much? Love between a Human and a Vampire? Don’t be ridiculous! Can Sorah continue to deny her stirring desires or be tempted by those guile crimsons into spilling more than her grave secret and becoming the elixir capable of absolving the Vampire’s deadly affliction?

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Chapter 1

Chapter One.

BOOK 2 of 'The TAMED Series'

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Sorah’s POV.

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“My lady, please wake up”

A voice calls out to me from afar, breaking through the rainbow clouds of my scintillating little world and scrunching the lazy muscles of my face.

I recognize this vague voice, it’s the same one that truncates my merry dreams every morning of every day in my life.

The voice of my loyal handmaid.

“My lady, you need to wake up and get prepared for breakfast at the mansion”

Grumbling and moaning in defiance was my usual response, one I’m still not willing to grow out of.

But not today.

I rise like a creature under a summon and twist my neck aside to where my caller’s at in a crouch. Her chocolate-brown face lights up with a gentle smile and I hasten out of my thermal layers of blankets.

“What’s with the sudden urgency, Mei?” I speed to my dresser and cringe at the dowdy reflection of myself in the mirror hanging against the wall and above the dresser.

My fingers work themselves with untangling my messy golden curls and I peer lower to see Mei bowing her head in the mirror as she relays her response dutifully, “My lady, the Mistress adjusted the schedule for today and ordered the kitchen to prepare breakfast an hour early.”

I turn my head this way and that, tilting it down to the left to actively attack a huge ball of tangled golden locks with a frown on my face.

“Please prepare my bath, I can’t go down like this and I can't afford to arrive at the table late”

“Right away, My lady”

I listen to her rapid steps and the eventual shut of the door, and my hands quit their work to drop down my sides. My eyes hinge on the translucent glinting orbs reflecting in the mirror, and my mood starts to descend into the dark clouds I hide in my heart.

For years, I’ve lived alone in this cottage. Away from the rest of my family and loved ones. No, it wasn’t because I was some revered princess who needed to be tucked away from vile eyes. Neither was it because of a chronic ailment. I wasn’t dying any moment, and I wasn’t being punished for an offense either.

The only fault I was remanded here since the early age of 5, was because I wasn’t the blood they wanted.

The Strauneuffs is a prestigious and gifted family. For generations, they refined the most elite and excellent of Vampire Hunters. Their bloodline is remarkable, and their talents, rare per se. Every other reputable family falls second and could never bolster the expertise to rival their unshaken position in society.

My mother is the only daughter of the legend, Mona Armin, who was the most exceptional of male and female Hunters alike. She garnered endless lauds and awards for her esteemed name.

Perhaps, that was the only Hunter who single-handedly stood on equals with the Strauneuffs and challenged their honor.

That must’ve been why they were eager to have my mother married into their family. So they could cultivate her exceptional genes and birth a new generation of elite warriors who would shake the world.

My mother, Morgana Anthens, and my father, Ulysses Strauneuff, are blessed with four children and cursed with one.

It's a disgraceful flaw to the reputable family to have birthed a child who is deficient in the prodigious genes and innate talent that the family boasts of.

I'm a fourth child with a younger sister behind me. Now that I think about it, I should’ve been the last, so I would’ve clearly gotten that demotion since I was practically the last at every other thing.

“My lady, your bath is ready. Please, hurry up. The Mistress will be displeased”

Mei’s pensive fit brings me away from the dresser and strides toward her. I might not have the golden genes my family is haywire about, but I have one thing that hurt my mother more than a cancerous ailment.

I'm her mirror reflection; her clone.

Mei pulls me through a series of dresses while I tend to my wild hair with the only old hairbrush I owned. My unruly curls even threaten to tangle the brush like the way those giant octopuses seized and capsized pirate ships back in those days, and I argue with it and pull at it until Mei leaves the disarrayed wardrobe and darts to my rescue.

Morgana Anthens loves her children and is passionate about molding them to be the best Vampire Hunters out there.

Lucky for her, her first child is a girl who now reigns in her mother’s glory and more. Erza is the best in the family, and my two older brothers are racing closely after her.

None of my siblings look like my mother at all, not the graceful illuminating platinum golden locks of hair, the snow-draped flawless skin, the pointed nose, enchanting large jade-green orbs, enamoring face with high cheekbones, nor the grace in her slender and tall frame. Even her modest voice.

Maybe what I don’t have in common with her is the assertive edge in her voice and the cold corners in her eyes whenever she sights me.

Morgana Anthens desired to have a child who would inherit her genes to perfection as she had inherited them from Mona Armin.

That’s why she despises me especially. I’m the only child who mirrors her physical characteristics and ruined her precious talent seedlings.

Mei steps away after brushing my hair back, and I hear her soft voice comment with pleasure, “My lady, you look as dashing today as well. Too bad the one expectant of a suitor is you”.

I find her comment rather amusing and show it in the smile I pull while rising from the chair before the dresser. With my golden hair flowing down my back and not mimicking bed nests, I look just as I had glimpsed in an old photo album where my mother was captured on a similar morning like this.

It’s a cotton white dress with the finest of embroidery that was handed down to me by my most respected and beloved grandmother, Mona Anthens.

That’s the only true relative that adored my existence and cherished it till her last breath.

~

Mei and I arrive at the Strauneuff mansion and the air respiring through my body becomes colder than winter frosts.

This place is my sacrificial altar. I’m often laid bare and lashed with the most venomous of words and scarred by the scorn and hate in their eyes.

They say we never get used to pain, no, it was toxic. One should never have to be tortured so to the point where one just cave in and start to crave even more of it. But each day, with the same routine reiterating to no visible end, I was once rearing towards that craving.

“My lady, have your seat”

Upon our arrival at the grand dining hall, all the chatter dies, and scornful eyes cynosure my way. My shoulders would shudder and my heart would clench with painful palpitations. Sometimes, my head spun and my breath ceased at intervals.

I count my steps to the spot I had at the classic dining table laden with beautiful carvings on the surface. The hall is pin-drop silent and all that echoes in my ears are the soft taps of my flat shoes as even the shortest distance to my seat feels like I’m taking a walk around the estate.

“You’re late to breakfast, Sorah”

That’s mother’s snort and I cower in and halt in my steps. Mei emulates the same as I lift my head to meet the scorn of the woman who birthed her curse and still won’t relieve herself of it. She’s as dashing as I look, despite the displeasure crumpling her face.

Mother occupies the high seat beside father, and they both give me stares that constantly bear down on my heart and soul that I’m nothing but a burden they’re putting up with. I’m not something they will keep for long. Soon, I’ll be kicked out to go seek shelter and sustenance for myself.

My life is running an impending countdown.

“I deeply apologize, mother. It won’t happen again” I do this with a curt bow and hear her empty huff which serves as a signal of dismissal. I proceed to my seat at the far end, isolated and lonesome.

Mei perches beside me quickly. The servants never eat with us, they eat their meals after we did. I yearn for Mei’s sitting, so I won’t be this blatantly shunned, but this isn’t my cottage and the rules of the Strauneuff household are rigid.

“Erza’s received the invitation, she wouldn’t miss your big day for anything” My elder brother, and the first son of the family, Yasha, speaks with delight and I lift my head from my served meal to peek across at them.

Stella, my younger sister, straightens her shoulders smugly and fixes a huge smile on her freckled face. Stella relishes in her air of confidence as she announces, “Erza promised to procure the dress for me, and that too, while she’s only returned from a vampire hunt”.

That’s right, my younger sister is getting married and in four days at that. Stella is 20, and only four years younger than me. After I was birthed and the family fell into anguish, my mother conceived again and Stella’s birth averted the affliction.

Erza is married and already has a family of her own. She lives far away and her heroic achievements are often boasted about over times like this.

After all, she’s the undisputed pride of the family.

I absently and dejectedly eat my meal while peeking at the hearty conversation issuing on the lively half of the table. Stella’s so elated about her wedding and is particularly loquacious today. Her smiles are luminous and her voice is rich with emotions. It’s rare to see her like this.

Since childhood, Stella hated me differently. She was most aggressive and satisfied herself when she injured me. She was a wild one, and despite her antagonistic treatment towards me, I’m deeply worried and concerned for her.

Her fiancé is the infamous Eliot Serhin. No one pays heed to his repugnant lifestyle since his performance as an excellent Hunter coats over it. But I was wary of his character when I listened to Mei reading me the News headlines and accounting for each Hunter’s achievements.

I’m not allowed to own a television or a phone, so I rely on a radio or would send Mei to go get one out of the Newspapers that arrive in the mornings.

The world outside the estate is one I’m curious to explore, but banned by my family from ever setting a foot out to. I only know the many ends of the expanse of the estate and nothing more.

Oh, save for the woods that span behind the fence close to the back of the old cottage.

I remain in my seat until they’ve all left, finally having the chance to offload the weight on my chest with a deep exhale.

I look and find Mei with a crestfallen demeanor and I source a rueful smile. Mei has been by my side since the day grandmother took her in when we were children. And together, we live in my lonely but cozy cottage.

The entire mansion is booming with the elation of Stella’s wedding and I excuse myself back to the cottage where I have a lot planned out to do.

“Upma”

I call out gently, getting out of the cottage through the back door. My eyes sweep the backyard curiously and my ears perk up as I avert my gaze to the thick tree branch over the roof of the cottage. It’s from an old large Oak tree that yearns a branch over the fence and across the cottage. Its large branch now serves as a bridge for the creature I’m calling out to.

Shortly after my call, the leaves begin to tremble and the snaps of twigs fill the air. Birds squeal and fly off while I grin and rest my back against the door.

“Hey, Upma”

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56 Chapters
Chapter One.
BOOK 2 of 'The TAMED Series'~~~Sorah’s POV.- “My lady, please wake up” A voice calls out to me from afar, breaking through the rainbow clouds of my scintillating little world and scrunching the lazy muscles of my face. I recognize this vague voice, it’s the same one that truncates my merry dreams every morning of every day in my life. The voice of my loyal handmaid. “My lady, you need to wake up and get prepared for breakfast at the mansion” Grumbling and moaning in defiance was my usual response, one I’m still not willing to grow out of. But not today. I rise like a creature under a summon and twist my neck aside to where my caller’s at in a crouch. Her chocolate-brown face lights up with a gentle smile and I hasten out of my thermal layers of blankets. “What’s with the sudden urgency, Mei?” I speed to my dresser and cringe at the dowdy reflection of myself in the mirror hanging against the wall and above the dresser. My fingers work themselves with untangling my messy g
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Chapter Two.
Sorah’s POV.- “Hey, Upma” As my greeting flies from my lips, everything goes still suddenly, filling the air with tension for whatever danger is forthcoming. But it’s only a norm for me as I remain in wait for it to show itself. Swiftly, the branch rattles rigorously, raining leaves, droplets of rainwater, and tiny shrapnels which lasts only for a second before a huge black blur zips out of the cover of the leaves and smaller branches. My eyes follow the blur as it lands on the ground, and I smile widely when I meet deep black orbs staring back at me. I begin to roll up the sleeves of my blouse as I push away from the door and step down the old concrete porch steps. “I think it’s time we set the pups out, don’t you think?” I suggest, stepping away from the last step and onto the damp mowed lawn. “They’re stable now, and I’ve stuffed them real good”. Upma is a large wild cat- A black Panther to be precise. Grandmother tamed and raised him since he was a cub, and ever since, he’
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Chapter Three.
Sorah’s POV.- I kick the torturous heels off my aching feet once I get in, not caring whatever direction in the dimly lit living room they fly to, and I scamper towards the kitchen. Along my gait, I notice something in the dim place and stop to squint my eyes to see a distinct dark mass occupying a spot on the rug in the living room. Oh, it’s just Upma. It can only be him anyway, no one else enters here. I continue to the kitchen where it’s a little brighter from the light of the moon outside that filters in through the open white curtains. I have to manage the poor lighting to search for the herbs and find them alongside the fresh blueberries on the counter close to the back door. I must’ve dropped them when Mei had dragged me off to go get ready for dinner earlier. I quickly pick the roots up and beat around the top cupboards to find the plastic bowls, but my dress is restricting my movements and the discomfort makes me bump into things. “Ow,” I accidentally hit my temple aga
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Chapter Four
Sorah’s POV.- “Gotcha” I gasp and my body shudders from cold shivers as my back presses firmly against a hard chest, and cruel laughter rings against my ears through the thick waves of my hair. My body kicks into defense quickly, flailing my limbs to break me free from his iron grip. “Oh, come on sweetheart, you’re breaking my heart with your petty resistance, you know” Why does he keep hitting on me? Has he no shame he’s getting married to my younger sister in a few days? What nonsense am I even on about now? Have I forgotten the kind of rotten man he is? “W-what do y-you w-want f-from me? Why d-do you k-keep c-coming after me?” Oh no, my fears are spiking up again. I can feel my chest thumping loudly from the race of my heart, and my nervous energy is evoking cold sweat across my skin. He refuses to let go of me and further spikes my fear when he fastens me against his body. “I’ve been thinking about it since last night, sweetheart. What would Stella look like when she sees
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Chapter Five.
Sorah’s POV- I clamp both palms over my mouth and turn away from the mirror in terror. Who is that? Is that...really me? I feel cramps in my chest suddenly. I flee to the open window and gasp as rattling bouts of fright distill my being. Is that how I’ve been moving about since? Carrying my inner misery on a display over my face like that. Like announcing to the whole world just what level of damnation has befallen me. My watery eyes elevate into the night sky and I stiffen at the sight of something disturbing perched in the distance on the old Oak tree. It’s...returned. The silhouette of a person that I often saw the previous week at night times like this. I’ve only ever shaken in fear and pulled my curtains while I ran into bed to hide. It’s a mystery I’m still bugged about, but suddenly, it stopped appearing out of the blue and now, it seems to have returned as if to mock me as well. I wipe the tears away from my face and fist my tremoring hands. Keeping keen eyes on the un
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Chapter Six.
Sorah’s POV.-“Don’t you dare touch me, filthy human woman.”Yeah, I’ve heard that before.Such effusive hostility in his blazing narrowed crimsons rattle me with fear, but for some reason or so, I can’t cower in fear and recline away from this enamoring stranger. Rather, I’m taken in his impeccable stunning looks.Fortunately, no abrasions are tarnishing his model face. Discard the full-blown scowl of apprehension contorting his face and making his eyes scary, he’s the most attractive male I’ve ever seen in movies, real life- not like I’ve seen many men in reality. Even the men in the novels I read will be stripped of their pride when they see him.“Have you no manners or are you simply dumb? Don’t stare at me like some candy you bought”Again, he speaks in a voice that rattles me to my very bones, intent to infuse fright in me and make me cripple before him. But I merely blink my eyes in confusion and wonderment, shoving his rude hostility aside to press forward and dra
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Chapter Seven.
Sorah's POV.-“We finally get to meet,” He speaks with such allure, proceeding particularly, “My astonishing bride-to-be”. Oh my God.This is Devon Claude? The man Mother arranged for me?I feel my throat run dry and my muscles tense involuntarily as my wide eyes stay with his charming gaze. I didn't realize yet, that during Stella's wedding, all I saw of him was a glimpse of his face. It didn't last long enough to give me a profound impression, and I was in an abyss of despondence to spare a second glance.Right now, being under the shade of this handsome and charismatic man, I have no alternative but to shiver, rescind, and shy away.Faster than my internal calculations, I'm dashing on my hot toes and seeking refuge behind a stunned Mei."Oh," He marvels with humor, turning around to see where I'm hiding. "Your mother did mention you were the shy type"His comment might feature soft jocular elements in other to ease my tension, but it only spikes it to the forceful straight of my
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Chapter Eight.
Sorah’s POV.-“So, what’s this I’ve been hearing about the hidden princess of the Strauneuff family getting engaged to the unrivaled Vampire Hunter prodigy, Devon Claude?”I’m in trouble.The ecstatic energy electrifying my body ceases its gushing current and brings about the falter and rescind of my mood. Mortiz becomes intrusive, clearly not going to accept my reel into the cover of my fragile whorls.“There’s no hurry,” She scoffs and reaches for my hand, forgetting all about Upma and the bag of souvenirs. “You’re gonna either spill it all, or I force it out of you one way or the other”Her adamance rattles me as I gulp in fear of the implications of her words as she starts to pull me toward the cottage. My chest cramps suddenly and I stop walking, a wave of panic hitting me.We can’t go in! I haven’t told Mortiz, and I can’t risk anyone else coming to know of the man in my cottage with me.“What is it? Are you ready to start dishing answers?” Mortiz corners me with a hard
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Chapter Nine.
Sorah's POV.-“Yes, Mother”The rest of the morning is hectic with Mother calling in a file of professional women to groom me for the big day. Every speck of my body needs optimum attention, starting from the tips of my frizzy hair to the soft pads of the soles of my feet.All through, while the women fuss over me after fixing my butt before the dresser, I'm unable to stop my nerves from racing anxiously. I fumble with my fingers and keep stealing quavering glances to see if Mother is still standing there and supervising the process herself.The consecutive spasms occurring in my chest refuse to relent as I continue to fret in place. She's still there, with a blank face and arms crossed, bold eyes sharp and keen as she watches like a Hawk for the slightest slip that never occurs.Mei once came in to discreetly inform me of the stranger being in her bedroom, and Mortiz had to leave when she heard my mother is around. She despises Mother a lot."Your natural soft hair texture is a beau
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Chapter Ten.
Sorah's POV.-He's a Vampire.I remain still as stone, eyes tearing wider as a tremendous bout of fear I never felt before increasingly dawns on my being. I feel cold, the air feels stuffy and thick, I can’t respire and my heart is implosive chaos. The poor auburn rattles her body, dying as her skin grows paler by the second. The color is almost out of her dull skin, her white chapped lips tremble as if in desperation to push out her dying call for help. Her eyes are partly open, almost as if she’s in a trance as they sink in, and quiet trails of tears glide out from them. The sinister sound crackling in the air is that of the great strength he quips to grip the back of her head and her shoulder to make a wider way for him to devour her neck. My ears twitch painfully from the creepy noise of his greedy feast, his beastly pants, and the amplifying clattering of the tray in my hands. I let a Vampire into the cottage. I brought in an enemy and kept him under my roof. I kept him so cl
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