All Chapters of Love, Lust and Blood: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I froze as I saw him look at me through the window of the passenger's seat. How did he know I schooled here? Was he stalking me? If he had hunted me in the daytime, I would have known. Was he stalking me? If he had stalked me in the daytime, I would have known. The reason he found out where I schooled was because I got to school at night when he was mainly active. I gritted my teeth, realizing I had made a huge mistake.He disappeared from there, and I wondered where he had gone to. In a split second, I saw him speed toward me and grab me, smashing me against a car. He held me up afterward, and I could hear his heavy breathing. It was so gruesome and uncanny."Where is it?"I heard his hoarse voice ask.I smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. When we had last fought, I had escaped with his weapon. The only weapon that could kill a pure vampire. The weapon we thought we had destroyed long ago—a stake from a red sycamore tree. I was happy knowing

Jocelyn and Zion had stayed a while before they left. The house was empty afterward. I sat on the couch, lost in thought. Solomon was having a shower, and I could hear the water droplets crash on his body from here. It was unique but uncanny.That was what the power felt like. That was how we have felt for almost a thousand years. Tomorrow would make it a thousand years since we became vampires. Tomorrow would mark the day our lives changed forever. I blamed our mother and Solomon for what they had done to me. I never wanted this kind of life. They knew what was going on. Philomena had to Solomon about becoming a vampire, and he had agreed. I knew nothing about it. I was told to go to the cave and wait for them. I was forced into this life by them. And now I was the menace the whole supernatural world dreaded. All because of the greed of my family. I didn't blame them, though. I understood why Mother did so. She wanted us to be together forever after our dad died

I jerked up from my slumber with a gasp. My heartbeat raced a little before it plummeted back to normal. I looked around, observing my surroundings. I was in a coffin and well-dressed in a black suit. I was perplexed at what was going on. I was sure that everybody had concluded that I was dead. I wondered how Hope felt when she heard the news.I exited the coffin and straightened my clothing, clearly uncomfortable in the suit. I watched Solomon and Zack zoom into the room. Solomon stared at me in surprise, like he was staring at a ghost. After some moments, he rushed to me and hugged me tight.I winced as he hugged me tight. I was weak and starving. I recalled everything that happened while I was out. I was in hell and was made to watch all the bloody memories. I was made to relieve all the tortures I had made people go through. It was not nice, and I had to act guilty so I would be allowed to leave."I cannot believe this,"Solomon said as he let me go."

1137 AD.  I wiped the blood off my chin after I dropped the last body to the ground. We had destroyed a whole village again. I, my mother, and Solomon. It was becoming a habit now, and I felt if we continued going at this rate, we could wipe out the entire human race. We had been slaughtering villages, week after week, trying to subsidize the demonic hunger that raged within us. Suzana had told us the hunger would be gruesome, but the way we ate had passed the expectation we had in mind. We were brutal, heartless, and with no emotions. The only thing that ran constantly in our heads was the bloodlust.  Philomena, my mother, turned and looked at us. Her chin was dripped with blood, and her long scarlet hair fell to her waist. I looked like a replica of her,

I didn't expect to see her. I thought she was gone forever. I thought she had been caught by the vampire hunter and staked to death. I didn't expect her to be standing at my door and pretending like she cared about me. She was dead to me. I could never forgive her for what she had done to me. Never. "What are you doing here?" I asked rudely. "I see you have not changed a bit, Desmond," she commented. "Do not push me, Philomena. What do you want?" I asked again. She sighed. She should have known how she would be treated if she ever came closer to us. She had abandoned us at that castle and had fled since then. She had never shown her face until today. "I cam