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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21. Chapter Nineteen

"So we meet again." He voice is low and gravelly, "I swore I would end you and I always keep my promises."  

The speed of my breathing increases heavily, my heart palpitates wildly, thudding against the wall of my chest. He stands over me, lumbering like a tall tree. His very present sends chills down my spine, his icy stare is almost enough to make my heart want to cease to beat. I try to stand strong, but the more fear that fills me, the weaker I become. I fill myself change, my fangs slip out of their hiding place in my gums, in anticipation of the fierce fight which lay before me.

A low hiss escapes my throat, although I had wanted the hiss to sound bold, it quivered letting my fear be seen by him. I feel the veins in my throat throb with fear, I hear my blood rush in my ears. 

His eyes glow bright red in the darkness, beyond the burning embers in his eyes, there is nothing but black darkness. His voice is filled with evilness and hatred, and as ashamed as I am, I cower at the sound of it. He is the spitting image of his twin brother, Eric, the vampire who killed my family, and the one who made me the monster I am. I have feared the day Carter would find me, kill me.

He steps towards me, the thud of his heavy shoes seem to become louder as he comes closer. My nails grow longer and sharper, ready for battle. He runs towards me, he's much stronger and larger than his brother was. His muscles bulge as he reaches for me, I swipe my claws out at him, grazing his cheek. Throwing his hands flat into my chest he pushes me back, slamming me into the wall behind me. He reaches up, with his finger he wipes away the blood I had drawn from his cheek, he brings it down to his mouth, slowing he licks away the blood from his finger with the tip of his tongue.

Pain goes through my body, quickly it fades, just as the scratch had faded from his cheek, healing almost instantly. 

My adrenaline kicks in, sending a surge of energy and rage through my entire body. I rush towards him in blind fury, I put my claws out in front of me, ready to defend myself with everything in me. I jump onto him, sending him to the ground with a loud thud, I dig my nails into him. I let out a series of high-pitched squeals, I tear at his skin madly, my nails rip his flesh. It seems to be of no avail, the wounds heal as soon as I can make them. He ignores my attack, as though it were only a fly attacking him.

He rolls over shoving me to the ground, he lays across me pinning me down. My struggles seem to futile, as I knew they would be, I had known all my fighting would be in vain against an immortal as strong as he is. I see by the evil gleam in his eyes that he is enjoying the battle, taking pleasure in being stronger than me, and in knowing that in the end that he will win. He pins both my arms with his one hand, blood runs from where his nails dig into my wrists, he sits on my legs keeping me from kicking him away. He reaches into his black cape, from which he pulls out a large wood stake. 

The gleamer of death rest in his eyes, it sends cold shivers across my flesh, I feel sweat run down my neck and breasts. I pull with all my might, it stills does me know good. Death is about to pay me a visit, there is no escapes death's icy grasp. 

A sly smile fills his evil face, "I'm going to enjoy this."

The sweat upon his brow gleams in even in the poor light, his face fills with unbridled pleasure in the task he is about to perform. He raises his head high, his fangs come flying out, the red in his eyes glow brighter than ever. He hoists the stake high above his head, I hear his heartbeat increase in speed. The thirst for the spilling of my blood will soon be appeased.

In the last few moments, everything seemed to have happened in slow motion. I close my eyes as I wait for the end to come, wait for him to rob me of my meaningless life.

Out of the darkness comes a strong voice, with a strong warning. "Don't you touch her!"

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