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.


2. Prologue

A vampire can't cry. 

I never was a girl who took often flights of fancy, I was more grown up and practical, even as a young child. I never believed in such foolishness as vampires or werewolves or ghost, I thought such ghoulish creatures were only a myth, stories made for parents to scare their children. Late night fables to tell by the fireplace.

Oh, but how wrong I was, truly wrong. Vampires exist, I know this because that is what I am.

Being what I am, isn't easy, not even in the slightest little bit. I have to stay out of the sunlight, I'll never see a sunrise or set, I always took the true loveliness of those things for granted, how I longed to see them again, marvel at their beauty once more. I have a constant lustful craving for blood. A lust so very uncontrollable, unpredictable, at first I was sickened of what I had become. Although, the feeling faded over time. 

I am a veritable leech among man, a bloodthirsty monster. I kill to live, before becoming a vampire I would have regarded that very notion repulsive. Yet, it is what I must do to survive, like all things, I have no desire to die. 

There was a time when I used to be a maiden of virtue, I will not lie, I had done wrong things, I had sinned as all men and women sin, but now I am evil, damned because of what I am, what I never asked to be. A heartless monster, a monster that has to live her life in darkness.

I always feel cold, no matter the temperature, my skin remains chilled, cold, liken that of a snake. I have killed many times to feed, I never feel sorry afterward, at least not anymore. There was a time I felt sorry for the poor souls who died to feed me, to help feed my never ending hunger, my never ending bloodlust. Now I wish for a little sorrow, a little awfulness, a little something, anything, as long as I could feel once again.

I haven't aged since I was bitten, I will never age as my sins grow in number as the years go by.
My world abounds in loneliness, and other's suffering. 

I almost have a heart of ice, the longer I am alone, the less emotion I feel. Hanging onto it is like holding onto a thread, while I dangle over a bottomless pit, just waiting to pull my emotions from me.
Somehow I know that my heart is nearly dead, nearly gone, never to return. Lost in a vast void of eternal darkness, swallowed by my emphatic lack of emotion. 

Hatred and bitterness seem to be my only emotional companions, they hang onto me constantly, never relenting. And you must have a conscience to feel conscience-stricken.

I am at a point that I don't remember what it felt like to be loved, I shall never be loved again, no one could love a monster like me. What's worst is that I don't remember how it felt to love.

Nor will I ever know what it feels like, I have lost all my capacity to love.

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