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.


6. Chapter Four

July 11 1842

The sheer awful terror that had filled my victim's eyes, I could feel her horrid feeling of fear, and I could hear the heavy palpitation of her heart. But, nothing would stop me from getting the blood I so desperately need, the blood I covet more than anything. I grab her, I cock her head to one side, then brush away her hair to expose the soft flesh of her neck. Her pleas for mercy did her no good, with a slick wet sound my fangs came down, ready to claim their prize, her eyes grow even wider in panic. 

I look her over once more, how is it that I can do this and feel absolutely nothing? With a guttural cry coming deep from within my throat, I sink my fangs into the pale flesh of her neck, the young woman can't cry out, I feel her warm blood run down my chin, I suck her blood until she ceases to breathe, the hard thudding of her heart had fallen silent. I drop her, she falls to the ground, dead. She looks as though she is sleeping, except upon closer inspection you would see the dread in her eyes, the two small puncture wounds on her neck and the trail of blood that had run down from them.

I feel no remorse as I look at her, I only feel satisfied in my victory, fulfilling my thirst, for now


July 12 1842

Nightfall had come quickly or so it had seemed, I had fixed my hair, put on a black silk dress with sleeves made of lace, I wish to make a good impression on Charles tonight, hopefully, he will not think me to odd, I need him to stick around. If he leaves the last month of letters shall be in vain, all my efforts will be to no avail. Had he known of the evil lurking deep in my heart, he would have never come, I shall have to stay vigilant and be careful not to give my true nature away.

I twiddle with the small blood red ruby hanging around my neck, I grab a hold of my bedroom door handle I hesitate for a moment before opening, why am I acting like this? Why was it I felt the need to hesitate? Surely I do not fear this mortal man? Of course not, I am strong and I fear nothing.

Quickly I withdraw for my dark bedroom, locking the door behind me. In truth I know deep in my heart I do fear this simple mortal, I fear him for what he could do to me if he were ever to find out my true self.


I had been the epitome of charm and ladylike elegance that night. Everything about me appeared to be delighted with Charles company, except my eyes. I know that tonight my eyes stayed dark and filled with hollowness, as they always do. Eyes are said to be windows to the soul, I believe this to be true, although my eyes have always been a deep dark brown, that innocent sparkle that once inhabited them before I had become a vampire had disappeared completely. Never again would I see that sparkle my innocence is gone, and I can never bring it back.

I used to think often about my old life so many years ago, the life I had before I became this demon like creature preying on the weak, I had pushed those thoughts away, it was like locking them away in a safe so they could not affect me, a safe I would never dare to venture into. 

I would not need to feed this night, but the night after tomorrow I shall indeed have to feed again. Charles had been quite charming himself, he seemed to have lost most of his discomfort and he is a gentleman or at least I think so, so far he had presented himself as kind, gentle, soft-spoken and humble. Tomorrow we shall talk about things more personal, this night we had only talk cordially about everyday things and some about his family, but tomorrow I will ask more of him. He had seemed a little withdrawn, still tired I would presume, after all, it had been a very long journey for him.

He seems to be pleased with me or at least he is not displeased, we are to be wed in four days time.

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