Vampiress Secret - Breanna Davis (popular books of all time TXT) 📗

that I didn’t have my serving of blood this month. Now, I can enjoy his blood without being repulsed.
I grabbed his hand that laid on my cheek and crushed it with all my strength; which was a lot. His scream pierced through the forest making me smile. Nobody will even come; even if they did they will face my wrath. I looked at his mantled hand pleased. It looked as if a tiger mauled it instead of a sixteen year old girl crushing it. I looked back into his eyes and smirk. “If you ever, ever disrespect my father, my grandfather, or me once again, I will, no I promise, I will kill you without hesitation.” I growled. In a quick flash I dug my finger nails into his skin on his arm and ripped off a long piece of it. He yelped loudly and gritted his teeth. Vampire skin was rough and like steel. It was hard to cut vampire skin and it took the strength of a vampire to do it. But, two layers of rough vampire skin should keep him here as a slave without someone coming to his rescue. I ripped off a long piece of skin off his other arm, receiving another yelp. I used his blood as glue to stick them together before tying it around his wrist. I tied the other end to a fat tree trunk and smiled. He was too weak break the tree. He might even die of blood loss before I got back to the empire to tell my father I was holding him slave here.
I crotched down so that we were eye to eye, and gripped his face in my hands. He groaned and looked into my eyes. I smirked. “Give me a drink of your blood.” I said hungrily. “B-but I already lost a lot of blood,” he gasped. I shrugged and rolled my eyes at him. “And I care because?” I asked. He sighed laid his head back on the tree trunk. He covered his face with his other hand and groaned. “Fine, I don’t care. Drink from me if you may. It doesn’t matter. I’m just going to die anyway.” He said tiredly. I smirked. “You didn’t really have a choice,” I said pressing my lips to the long cut on one of his arms. My fangs grew out my gums and I quickly stuck it into his exposed meat. I sucked hard on the cut and smiled against it. It tasted so good! I felt the blood slide down my throat and it tasted so warm. It tasted like silky warm milk sliding down my throat. After a while, I pulled away and wiped my mouth. I smiled at Raquel before I stood up. I pushed my fangs back into my gums and dusted off my blood red sun dress.
“I think you drained me. You little greedy bitch,” Raquel slurred. I chuckled. He was a great snack. “Bye, Raquel. Enjoy the depths of hell. Make sure you tell Grandpa Lucifer I said hello and I miss his visits.” I said over my shoulder as I climbed back up the tree. I sat on the branch and watched as Raquel fought to stay conscious.
His lips moved and I thought I heard the words, “You’ll regret this,” Soon, his head sagged as his life drifted from his body and into hell. I could practically hear Grandpa roaring with laughter and thanks. “You’re welcome, Gramps. Oh, and also visit us! I miss you!” I whispered and headed for the castle.


Chapter Two


I reached the huge majestic castle that I lived in. It was made of black coal bricks with white cement that kept them together. There were two gargoyles that stood on stone stands and then there was the most beautiful statue you can lay your eyes on. In the middle of the yard there was a huge statue of my grandfather. He stood with a pitchfork in his hand with long sharp pointy tail cascading around his leg. His hair was long and dropped to the floor. In real life his hair was a pitch black with gray hair at the sides of it. He skin was paper white in real life with pitched black cupid wings and black horns sticking out his head. He wore a black crown on his head with four rubies in it. Each ruby represented a different element of evil; fire, darkness, power, and blood. I smiled at the last element. Blood, good oh blood! I laughed out loud and crossed the big black bridge. I ran my hand against the material. It was cold and hard; just like my father’s heart. When I reached the other side of the bridge my feet touched the crunchy, dead grass. I continued walking and said hi to the occasional guards. They smiled and waved back as I walked into the building. I saw my father griping somebody’s arm in a death hold. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Who the hell was he mad at now?
“Daddy?” I asked with a raised brow. He turned around and showed his beautiful elegant face. His red/black hair was in a long ponytail with a similar crown to his father’s. But, my father’s crown had two rubies in them; darkness and blood. He had on a cape that touched to floor and it represented the vampire empire; the classic colors red and black. His fangs were showing as it always does when he’s in the castle. He was wearing a red long sleeved V-neck showing off his huge muscles. He was wearing the 21st century styled black skinny jeans. I chuckled at that. He always use to say it was stupid to wear every time I put it on but, now he is wearing it! I met his red eyes and smiled. He sighed with relief when he saw me and that made me smile wider.
“Baby girl, I’m so glad you are back! How did it go?” he asked.
“It went swell! I had used his own skin as chains as I drank from him. I was planning to hold him prisoner and allow him to slowly die but, I didn’t have my monthly serving of blood and I was thirsty. So, I had just drained him. I think Grandpa was happy about that.” I finished.
He chuckled. “You know he hates it when you call him grandpa. He’s always claiming he isn’t old.”
I laughed at that. “Wasn’t he alive like when dinosaurs were alive?” I said seriously. My father nodded knowingly. “So, that makes him billion years old, huh?” I asked. My father chuckled. “Let us not talk about my father’s age.” My dad said. My eyes roamed to the guy who looked bored in my father’s tight grip. He had pitch black hair with bangs that covered his eyes. The light reflected on his head making look like there was halo on his head. Even through his pitch black bangs you could see his crazy mix match colored eyes. One of his eyes was a breathtaking light orange. The other eye was a lime green. He had pink plump lips that were so kissable (darn my teenage vocabulary) and a strong jaw line. He had black snake bites that looked good on him. He didn’t look emo, or Goth, or Scene; just a normal boy with snake bites no, let me rephrase that, a sexy boy with snake bites. I swear I started drooling and was in a daze because my father snapped his fingers in front of my face. I blink twice and looked at my father.
My father’s face was red. “Damn it Pia, could you at least drool over him when I’m not here!” he growled. I blushed red and quickly looked at the boy. He was smiling with his arm crossed against his chest. God, you can see his muscles flexing with every movement. I swear I was about to melt to the floor. I bit my lip as I continued to stare at him. Damn, this guy was really hot. I could lick the sweat off of his ass any day . . . what? Pia, Pia, Pia! Focus! Damn it! This boy is really unleashing my teenage instincts. I looked down and noticed he was shirtless. My eyes widen at his perfect eight pack. I haven’t seen those unless they were on Grandpa or father. He was wearing simple white skinny jeans with some black and white converse shoes. Whoa. Where did he come from? Converses? We don’t wear that in the empire. I looked up and met the boys mix matched eyes. Electricity shot up my spine and I shivered and looked back at my father. He raised a brow at me.
“I always forget that you are half human. Are you cold?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, father.” My eyes trailed back to the boy who was staring at me with an amused expression on his face. “This is Arc Payne. Arc, this is my beloved daughter, Utopia Joyce.” My dad introduced. I smiled at Arc and held out my hand to him. He shook it with a smirk. Tingles shot up my arm but, I stared at him like it didn’t affect me.
“He rebelled against one of the laws which is, biting someone before you are eighteen. So, that means he will work here until he is eighteen. As your maid,” my father said.
I raised my brows at him. “You’re an anonest?” I asked him. He chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his dark hair. “Yeah, I guess I am.” He said with a sexy husky voice. I literally melted to the floor at the sound of his voice. Shivers ran up my spine making me shiver again. My heart fluttered and I moaned. I had no clue why his voice turned me on but, I wanted to ride this guy crazy! I shook my head again. Damn, teenage instincts. Back to sexy Arc, though. He chuckled and wiped his bang out of his eyes revealing his sexy light orange and lime green eyes. A smile was playing on his sexy pink lips and I wanted to have the feeling of his cold snake bites on my lips.
“Um, I’m going back to my office,” my father said and began walking away. But, he kept throwing glares at Arc as he left. I smiled and grabbed Arc’s hand. “Let me show you to our room.” I said, trying to sound seductive but, failed. Arc raised a brow at me and chuckled. He leaned closer to me and my heart fluttered. Please, kiss me. Please, let him kiss me! I think I crossed my fingers but, my mind was focused on Arc. I felt his soft gorgeous lips at my ear and I started to tremble. “Sounds like a good idea. Maybe, we can have some fun in there,” he whispered. He squeezed my hand and I couldn’t breathe. This boy was driving me crazy! All I could do was nod as I made my way down the corridor. I kept looking back at Arc as I kept walking. He just looked around at his surroundings and succeeded at looking sexy doing something as simple as that. He looked at me with smile then look back at looking at his surroundings.
I stopped when I saw an anonest coming out my room. She was carrying vacuum with a sly smile on her face. She had wavy blonde hair with big brown eyes. I knew why she became an anonest. She had tried to break an anonest free from here and he was killed while she was stuck here until she was thirty; she had ten more years to go. I