To Court Death: Bleeding Kiss (Book #1)

Book one of three.
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"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.

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13. Chapter Eleven

Without another word, I watch Victoria retreat to her room locking the door behind her. What is she capable of? Could her heart be any blacker, any eviler, any colder? She has no feelings, she is a creature of the night. I hate her immensely. I couldn't hate her any more than I do now. 

How can I kill her? Destroy her evil for good? Books have several ways, but how do I know which ones will truly work? Sunlight definitely works, but how could I get her into the sunlight, she locks the door to her room and even if she didn't I am mortal as she says, and I wouldn't be strong enough to fight her, to pull her into the sunlight. Bringing the purifying light of the sun to her evil soul is out. Another constant in all the books is a wood stake. Yes, that would do it, it has to be the answer. I have to stop her from taking another innocent soul. 

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July 17 1842

I creep to her door slowly, the day is very bright, yet in her dismal house is darkness, only darkness except right in front of the windows. But the hallway up to her is engulfed in darkness, just like the stone you would refer to as her heart. I tighten my grip on the wood stake, praying for the strength to do what I must. 

My heart pounds in my chest for as much as I hate to admit it, I am afraid of her. Afraid of what she can do to my sister, and to me. I feel a slight bit of nausea raise over me, how many has she killed? How many had died for her? 

Yes, I know that I am no saint, there had been many women who's money I have taken. I have sinned and somehow I still don't feel sorry. I did it for me and my sister, we had to live and to live you must have money, I did what I had to provide for us. Deep in my heart, although I don't want to admit nor believe it, Victoria does the same thing. She kills to live and she must feed to live and to feed she preys upon the weak for their blood. Hate fills me and I can not let my heart nor head tell me that somehow she kills only because she has to. 

What does she need with me? She tortures me why? Does she find it fun? Does she consider this to be a game? 

My sister will not suffer for my greediness, for my coming here in hopes of stealing from Victoria. After this, I will gain my money by a more honest method. Once more I think of the women I have surely hurt, some had even fallen in love with me, but that had never stopped me. I know that I have never physically hurt any of them, but mentally I have. Sometimes I try to force myself to feel sorry for them, to have a little compassion towards them for what I had done.

I shake my head, pushing away all thoughts of those things, for now, I must focus on Victoria. Killing her is not going to be easy.  I gather my courage, holding my breath I jam a screwdriver into the lock of her door, I twist it the lock pulling it from side to side. Every so often I stop, listening intently to see if I hear her moving, see if I was making enough noise to disturb her sleep.

I feel sweat roll down my brow, finally, the lock gives way. The door opens slowly making a low creaking sound, funny I had never noticed that sound when this door has been opened before. I try to focus so I can see in her dark room, it takes a couple moments for my eyes to adjust to the poor light.

Everything falls silent, I feel my heart throb in my chest. Something tells me to run, I can't turn back now. Slowly I walk forward careful to cross the wood floor silently, I see her sleeping as I come up to the side of her bed. She almost looks peaceful, almost human. I tell myself to stop being ridiculous, she isn't human, she isn't peaceful. She is a monster, she is death. 

I raise my stake up, clenching it tightly in my fist. Suddenly Victoria's eyes pop open.

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