Try to Bite Me - true.vampire.witch NJC (best thriller novels of all time .TXT) 📗

Well I find it interesting how this will probably end very badly yet I am still
here thinking contemplating even though the cons out weight the pros by a lot.
Honestly I don't care I never really have. Fate can suck it, I've never been a
girl to follow the rules why should I start now?
On a plane that's most likely going to be ambushed soon, tends to happen when my
company is asked for, my client insisted for me to take his private jet.
I'm wary of the entire crew I know none of them and recognize none strapped to
my back under my shirt I have my favorite hand gun and my six inch blade stuck
in my favorite black leather knee high heels.
Though for now the flight has been uneventful I still don't trust the crew and I
have a great instinct on such things the ones that seem the most innocent are
generally the ones that are the most dangerous.
Smiling at the flight attendant that kindly gave me a drink of vodka on the
rocks, I simply poured it into the plant sitting next to my chair after she
left.
In my line of work you can never be to cautious.
I pulled out my computer and pretended to be intent on writing. I was always
vigilant watching from my peripherals. Unfortunately for the poor male flight
attendant I happened to notice his machete under the cart and disposed of his
impending threat rather quickly. I left his body in the isle as a reminder to
the others, I had sucked him dry I was very thirsty and that hit the spot.
Though my favorite human drink is vodka on the rocks I can't actually get drunk
from it; in order to get drunk the person I drink from needs to be pretty
heavily intoxicated.
Despite popular belief us blood sucking vamps are not hurt by the sun or holy
water and few poisons hurt us. Our hunger for blood stops only when we find our
true mate and when we do we become nearly invincible.
I haven't found my eternal mate because it is said I should not have one. You
see I am actually a abomination, a combination between witch and vampire, a
hybrid. Witches blood is supposed to be able to kill Vampyrs with a simple drop
so acidic to it eats through the skin before the pain even begins as it enters
the blood stream. The fact that witches blood is intertwined with my Vampy blood
frightens most Vampyrs and witches alike because I can suck a witch dry with no
problem and my blood is poison to any Vampyr.
I generally try to change my look often because if I am recognized I become a
major target. Witches and vamps combined hatred of me being a constant threat
to my life causes me to change my identity and my look more than I would like.
Daddy dear was a vampyr hell bent on breaking every rule possible.
There is a major law in the Vampyric community "do not fraternize with witches"
most Vamps just say "don't fuck with those bitches". I find all the hatered
quite funny actually because way back forever ago witches were being sucked dry
for the magyck in their blood, giving the vampyr who was able to attain witches
blood extremely powerful and magyckal for about 100 years or so depending on the
witches rank in her cult.
Mommy fell head over heals for Alic Granad. She knew he was a bloodsucker from
the start always being a rebel herself and being high up in her cult she thought
she could get away with one night of devilish deeds.
To her dismay she became pregnant... with me.
Taylor Stine unable to reach her one unforgivable, unforgettable night of pure
raw pleasure. She recalled the night weeks before of skin on skin, lips bruising
with deep passionate wrong oh so wrong kisses, sleek with sweat, naked limbs
intertwined so intimately it was almost lovingly, almost.
My mother always thought of that night horrid images came to my mind when she
did before I could control my mind invasion capabilities I saw it often.
My mother ran away from the cult disappeared and had me alone she was later
found and killed for desertion. If they had found me before they had killed her
the high counsel would have killed her slowly painfully after they made her
watch them kill her little abomination of a child.
I've raised myself since I was four luckily I was like a said a witch and could
conjure what I needed at the age of six I began to hunger for more than the
berries and nuts I scrounged up for fun could help with. When my hunger became
insatiable I instinctively killed a small rodent stupid enough to enter my hole
in the wall, well more like hole in the side of a mountain home,it tasted
absolutely delicious.
I never met my father still haven't but mother always spoke of him like he was
the most wonderful being on earth, along with those grotesque memories I
couldn't block out.
I now am a blonde hair blue eyed woman I have always had a large bust something
I can't change, I will NOT undergo surgery unless absolutely necessary for
survival and so far it hasn't been.
I was born with raven black hair and dark green emerald eyes. My hair reaches to
the back of my knees when in natural form and my eyes could slice through any
ploy being attempted at that moment. I change my hair and eyes with a spell. I
know what your thinking "why not change your body with a spell as well?" simply
because I wish not to. My shoulders narrow but strong extended into my arms that
were muscled but still feminine. My breasts are full and perky and I don't mind
showing a little skin I almost always wear a V-neck allowing my breasts to spill
only slightly over my shirt to tease. My torso is muscled abs beautifully place
not to much like some women had leading to my bubble butt and long legs. All my
skin was sun kissed golden brown I looked as if I came from California. Yes most
Vampyrs tend to be pale but because of my genetic code I can look magnificent as
a Sunny Valley girl from HollyWood California. It also helps me hide. Most vamps
and witches alike search for a pale raven haired girl with dagger like green
eyes. Boy will they be surprised.
I haven't been recognized in quite a while but I am still cautious.
I have every reason to be Lyconthrop loath witches and Vampyrs because the
witches kill their kind in order to use their parts for spells and Vamps have
been stealing their land.
So I really have no ally's no one to trust no one but myself and sometimes not
even that.

 I disposed of the body over the Atlantic not wanting it to smell up my plane.  Finally the jet landed in New York, quickly tapping into the heads of the pilots  and other flight attendants heads I removed the memories of me being there and  the death of their companion. I felt bad about killing him but I was thirsty and  either I did it and gave him a quick death or his boss would have killed him  painfully slow for failing his task until he wished he were dead. I had reservations at the Plaza Hotel. I would spend the night there and my  client said he will contact me in the morning.

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Publication Date: 11-14-2012

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