To Court Death: Bleeding Kiss (Book #1)

Book one of three.
*Also on Wattpad*
"I mean this sincerely with every fiber of my being, I find you to be vile and extremely repugnant. I have the most extreme contempt for you and I loath you completely."

With that said he thrusts forward towards Victoria, heated hostility in his eyes and a wood stake clutched tightly in his fist.

Maybe this vampire had bit off more than she could chew. Does she really think she'll be able to keep her secret forever? As if having a curious mortal man on her hands isn't enough, an experienced bloodthirsty vampire bent on revenge, with bitterness and unrelenting hatred in his heart, is determined to get his hands on her, to destroy her once and for all.


20. Chapter Eighteen

What have done? For the time it finally sets in what I did. I had taken his soul, made him into a monster like me. I had done for selfish reasons, I turned him into this thing for myself. I made him like what I hate most, me


February 23 1843

Paris France


The streets are dark and empty, the buildings seem cold, dull, without life.

I ran from Charles, like a coward as much as I hate to admit it. The truth is I couldn't take seeing what I had done to him, I should have never made him a vampire. Now I lost the one person I could feel any emotions with and towards. 

I wonder what Charles has been doing, I wonder how he is getting along? I really hadn't taught him much about being a vampire before I deserted him. Most times I just have to try to force him out of my mind, often I can.

My shoes tap loudly as I walk, I had already fed the night before, I was just walking, looking around the city. I'm still not sure how much longer I will be here before I move, I move often, much much too often. The air has a slight chill to it, hardly noticeable, though. I always feel cooler than would be considered normal, liken my skin. Nothing about is me is normal, nothing will ever be normal, or even feel normal.

What should be a bright moon shining down among the dark, was covered by heavy clouds making the street's shadows come to life. Behind me in the thick mist, I can hear the soft clicks of shoes, the pace is the same as mine. Whoever it is, is careful to keep their distance. Why would anyone be following me? The hair on the back of my neck rises when I feel that old familiar fear well up inside me. But it can't be, it can't be him

I increase my speed steadily until I am actually running, no matter how fast I go I hear the steps behind me, they keep up with me. Perhaps gaining on me? No, I'm being silly, it has to be my imagination. It has to be. There's no way he found me again. He said he would never give up hunting me until he saw me lying dead at his feet.

I make a sharp turn down another deserted street, but this street is different, it comes to a dead end. I can go no farther, no escape from who I fear. He found me, I can smell him in the air around me. I pull myself back up again the brick wall of a building, I brace myself for a fight. A fight I will never be prepared for, a fight against someone who I fear more than anything. I fear him for I know he is strong enough to kill me, and I know he hates me enough to tear me apart with his bare hands. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...