All Chapters of CRIMSON AND FUR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

PERCY ‘’So, are you going to show up?’’ Jake asked. He had specifically come to my room to invite me to another of his parties. According to him, I was the life. I didn’t mind being the life of the party, but somehow Amelia was starting to spoil my vices for me. The excitement about a new party, booze, a sniff or two of coke just wasn’t there anymore. I couldn’t even remember the last time I looked at a red head. It was new territory, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the fact that with every girl I touched, all I thought of was Amelia. I didn’t even look forward to killing another vampire, each time I pointed my silver gun on the head of a vampire, I imagined it were Amelia — that another Slayer had decided to kill her simply for the sins of her kind, sins she couldn’t even know about. I pulled the trigger anyway but it wrenched at my heart each time and I was beginning to see there was a more subtle battle I needed to face, a battle between everyone who had a free will, vs t

‘’Look, we don’t have to do anything, we could just sit and talk.’’ He said gently, pulling me to face him, completely disarming me with the gentleness in his eyes. I couldn’t pity him now! I had to feed . . . . . I had to . . . . ‘’ You’re shaking again.’’ He said, pulling off his jacket, draping it across my shoulder, and then wordlessly leading me to sit by the pavilion in the parking lot. My eyes scanned the parking lot. The smoky lights from the club did not spill out into the lot, and as far as I could tell,it was empty. My older cousins could not come up with a better place to move in for the kill, I was sure. He noticed me scanning our surroundings with my eyes and once again, misunderstood. ‘’I know this is kind of what you get advised against – following random strangers to empty parking lots, but – if you can take the word of a stranger, I’ll never hurt you.’’ I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the tension and nervous energy drain, and in it

PERCY An uncontrollable anger surged through me as I grabbed Amelia from the floor and started dragging her towards my car. The Ryder guy remained behind me asking stupid questions about her well being, and not for the first time, I wondered what I was doing saving the lives of ungrateful humans. When I could bare his annoying questions no more, I turned around and threatened to put a silver bullet in his head if he did not shut the fvck up and get out. That did it for me. Getting to the car, I tossed her inside and got into the driver's seat. I was trying hard to subdue my anger, to think radically. So much for thinking I knew what she was capable of. Apparently, the sweet innocent Amelia had no trouble drying a man to death after flirting with him and turning him on in a bar. What was it with those bloodsuckers. Why did they not have a single conscience! She had woken up now, and started lounging weakly at me again, and I had to resist myself from raising my silver gun and

PERCY I was more shaken than I would have liked to admit after I left Amelia behind. I hated the fact that I still felt sorry for her. She seemed alone, confused and vulnerable -- she was a killer who would not hesitate to kill another person to satisfy herself. Dropping the key into my pocket, I went for a run. The evening was cool, and it was a week day, one of those days when students were not hanging around with paper cups and rolled up paper. It was the perfect night for a run. I started at my dorm, and circled round to the front of the school, yet the adrenaline kept pumping in my veins. If the vampires had their way, very soon, these streets would be unsafe for anyone to go out in the night. Those night creatures would be crawling all over the place, sinking their fangs into anyone that was unlucky enough to be outside when the sun went down. I thought of Damian, my kid brother. What kind of wicked monster would seek to end the life of a little kid. My pace quickened

PERCYIt had been a week since the incident with Amelia in the club, and I had not gotten any more information out of her. I still had five days till my date with the thinker's, and even though I did not want to give into the fear I knew they used to play their sick mind games, I did not also want to underestimate them. I had not seen Amelia for a week now. Gerald had clipped a silver chocker on her neck, and put my tracking device back on her, so I knew everything about her whereabouts -- it was not as if I needed a device to track her, the wolf in me already knew her. I could smell her scent from miles apart, and what baffled me was that it did not reek of deceit or wickedness, instead she smelled like innocence. Compared to her scent, I felt like the dark one, the one with a black heart. My body wanted her, my hands yearned to touch hers. I wanted to stare into those expressive eyes of hers again, and watch them light up with laughter. And yet, I wanted to punish her, make he