All Chapters of Love, Lust and Blood: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I dashed forward, jumped up with super strength, and clenched her windowpane. I lifted myself with ease into her room. I stood far from the bed and watched her sleep. I could hear her breathe in and out slowly. I felt a sudden urge to touch her. I dashed to the bed and enjoyed a pleasant view of her. Through the darkness, I could see her calm face as she slept. Her head was cast to the side as she lay on her back. I felt my left hand caress her cheek softly, and it felt good. It cured the disappointment I felt for Solomon instantly. I felt at ease like I was freed after being held by a tight knot. I bent over and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was time for me to leave, I wanted to stay till daybreak, but I knew I needed to rest. Suddenly, the lights came on, and she rose swiftly from bed. She looked at me and became startled as she recognized me. I became terrified quickly. She had caught me red-handed. This wasn't supposed to happen. "Desmond?" she called out. "What are you doin

••• The cab pulled over at a house that seemed a little secluded from the other houses around it. Solomon paid the driver, and we stepped out of the cab. We stared at the home for some seconds, then clenched my teeth. It was simply a reflex action. "Here we are," he announced with a grin. "And you are sure he knows based on what we are looking for?" I asked. "He does," he answered. "And what are we looking for again?" I asked. "Let's just go in, Desmond," he said sternly and clenched his teeth. He walked unto the porch and knocked on the door. I walked towards the porch, my shoes crunching each time they stepped on the substantial amount of snow that coated the ground. The shoulders of my overcoat had already been covered with snow for the little moment withstood outside, showing how heavy the snow was. I stood beside Solomon on the porch, and then the door opened, revealing the unaged middle-aged face of Aleksandr Karavev. The heat that was emitted from inside the house was c

••• The moon was beautiful, adorning the sky together with the sky, making the night extravagantly pleasant for the party. I stepped down from our carriage together with Solomon and straightened my clothing. I wore a black suit which stopped at my knees, with a black hat and held a black staff. Solomon wore the same but with no hat. I inhaled one last time, then walked into the hall, ready to mesmerize everyone with such inhumane beauty. The woman on stage sang so beautifully. Her voice could probably blow up all the glasses and windows in the room if she continued at such high frequency. She looked at me, and I winked at her. She stopped abruptly and coughed. Some people turned to look at her. She blushed and apologized. She continued singing. I took a glass of wine from a waiter carrying a tray full of them. I leaned back on a table and watched the singer. She intrigued me just for tonight. Her brunette hair glowed in the bun that it was packed into, and her sky-blue eyes were

WINEKOVE, PRESENT DAY. I stared silently into the alcohol remnant in my glass as I sat beside Solomon on the counter. We had been discussing the vampire hunter since I had returned. It was getting to morning, and I could tell by the twilight sneaking into the house through the windows, washing its dim light across all surfaces it encountered in the sitting room. I returned around 5 am and couldn't sleep since. So I woke Solomon up and told him about the bodies Dylan and Samantha had found in a dumpster earlier this morning. We sipped on alcohol as I narrated everything to him and reminisced about our first and only encounter with the hunter. We had barely made it out alive, and realizing he was back for us sent a gruesome sensation down our spine. "So, what are we going to do?" he spoke after sighing a few moments before. "I had ordered Dylan and Samantha to convince the vampires that it was a mere disciplinary measure faced by the dead vampires who had gone against the rules,

"I think we should bury this again," Solomon suggested. I looked at him, puzzled. "Why?" I asked. "We need to keep the police out of this. And by keeping the police out of this, we will keep them from discovering the darkness in this city", he explained. I nodded in understanding. "You think the vampire hunter did this." "Yes." I sighed. "Solomon, if the vampire hunter did this, that means..." "That means he also killed Mr. Brown, and his body is buried somewhere here," Solomon said through gritted teeth. "Let us find the body then," I said and zoomed into the forest behind the house. I searched everywhere close to the home and found nothing. "Desmond!" I heard Solomon call again, and I dashed toward him. I arrived and saw him standing above a dugout ground. He was panting and staring down at a body half decayed. It was Mr. Brown's. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes, infuriated. The Vampire hunter had just left another mark in town. "Let us cover him up and leave," I