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.


11. Chapter Nine

July 16 1842

And so it came, the day of our wedding. If looks could kill I would surely be dead, Charles has such intense hatred embedded deep in his eyes, it had come since that night he found out of my true self of what I truly am.  

It's pouring rain, raining cats and dogs as the saying goes, I had called for a Minister that night, of course, I had made sure he was to come at night. The downpour began the moment he had shown up, the priest has a deep voice and he talks with a low slur. It is a dull occasion considering the tension between us, I wore a dress befitting the dullness and befitting me, totally black, silk with a layer of lace over it.

My make-up and hair are simple, nothing is overly done on this wedding. Charles is dress rather darkly himself, I guess it does suit his mood perfectly. However he is prim and properly dressed, his gentlemanliness ever present. He is dressed in a dark black suit, a black vest, a white button-down shirt, a black tie and shiny black shoes.

The priest must surely be thinking, what an odd pair these people are.

Even my house is dark, only a few table lamps are lit and couple oil hanging wall lamps. Charles had stayed in his room til it was nearly time, he's hushed and not talkative in the least, a cloud of tenseness and unease is very presently surrounding him, even the priest notices it.

He hides his hate for me, but I can see it clearly. The priest has a crucifix around his neck, it does not repeal me, however, because he must know what I am, even then he must truly believe in it and truly believe through God it could stop me. 

I had been in a sort of a daze, just answering with normal vows, then it came, the part Charles must truly be dreading.

"You may now kiss the bride." 

The priest said it sounding a little uneasy having to be present in my house. He had been in a hurry to leave since his arrival.

He was slow to respond, his hesitating prompts me to lean forward. His lips meet mine, I can undoubtedly feel his hatred and his repulsion. I put my hand against the back of his head, I force him to kiss me harder, pushing his lips into mine. I kiss him like we have strong passion between us, I know he wants to pull away, but he doesn't.


"What the hell was that!"

Charles screams loudly at me as he pushes me hard against the wall at the top of the staircase, my back thuds against the wall. I was slightly startled, although I had expected some repercussion for kissing him so strongly against his will when that was the last thing he had wanted in the world.

"Careful darling," I say it slightly lightheartedly pleased in my coldness towards the matter. Then my anger rises taking me over, "I could end you right here and now."

"You don't get to do that" his voice is strong and unwavering.

"Do what?"

He shoves his hands into my shoulder roughly, pushing me harder into against the wall.

He get's close to my ear, his voice and eyes filled with anger and hatred. "You know damn well what. Don't you ever kiss me again, don't even touch me. I fill sick when your eyes are upon me."

"It was just a bit of fun really, it did you no harm darling."

"Stop calling me that you, you creature." His stare is intent, "go to hell, where you belong."

This mortal is no coward, there is bravery in his heart. He is foolish to act this way knowing what I am capable of. A devilish thought crosses my mind, a way to anger him more and I act upon it. I brush my lips upon his.

I get what I want, he becomes engulfed in rage. His face contorts with anger, he pulls me off the wall, he stares hatefully at me for a brief moment. With a yell he pushes my down the staircase, I feel myself fall backward, everything seems to happen in slow motion. I bounce down the stairs, hitting the steps and wall several times. I hear some of my bones break with a loud thunderous crack, then I lie motionless at the bottom of the staircase. 

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