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.


12. Chapter Ten

I pick myself up off the hardwood floor, I hear several broken bones rattle and grind against each other. My left arm is twisted, broken in several places and turned awkwardly. I am in no real pain at all, just a mild discomfort, I look up to the top of the stairs where Charles stands, the look of shock covers his face.

I pull my arm to the side, it starts to twist straightening the bones out with cracking sounds. With a little time the bones in my arm come together forming their normal shape, I can also feel my other broken bones become whole once again.

I look at him, "Ow, darling that hurt."

I speed up the stairs so fast Charles could barely blink before I put my hand to his throat, I push him back into the wall, the very same wall he had pushed me into. I lift him only a few inches off of the ground, I watch him squirm in discomfort, I smirk pleased with the slight pain I cause him.

"I should kill you for that!"

"Why don't you?" His voice comes out raspy from where I squeeze him by his throat.

"I should, but I won't. Maybe because when I called you here I made a promise to myself not to hurt you. But, don't think I won't if you persist in acting so damn foolish!" My anger rises, I tighten my grip on his throat, he claws at my hand trying to pry them away from his throat. "Do not mistake my intrigue for you as weakness. I will end you if need be."

I release him, he topples back into the wall with a thud. He takes several loud deep breaths of air, he puts his hands to his throat, to somewhat soothe the pain he had been caused by me gripping him so hard that he had started to choke.

Still, I want him and yet I know I can never have him. Love him? No. By no means could I ever love him. But, I do desire to have him. Also, I am very aware a vampire and a mortal can not mingle in that way, lest I kill him. 

I see hate in his eyes and something else. Fear? Maybe just a little fear, fear of what I could do to him?

"Perhaps you should think better before you do something like that again." I take a deep breath, "I am only letting you get away with this because you interest me, more than any other mortal has ever interested me."

I see the slight bit of fear that was in his eyes disappear completely. Only hate and loathing for me now burn intently in his eyes.

"You are so repulsive you make my skin crawl to be in the same room as you, you have no idea of how sick you make me."

"Don't I?"

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