Forever Feared - Leira Jones (e book reader pdf .TXT) 📗

She never expected it, I had come up as silent as the wind, came and left in record time. I licked the blood from my lips. It was sweet, sweeter than most, she had been a powerful vampire but now her power ran through my veins, along with all the others I had so easily drained. This one had been no different; none of my victims ever had a chance to scream, the occasional last gasp for air was even becoming less frequent, as I became faster and stealthier. But I was getting altogether bored of this easy prey. I needed a challenge, and I knew just who would put up a fight and give me the thrill I so longed for.
Meagan snuck out of the back doorway of the Coffin night club just as cautious as I had watched her do so many times before. I watched as she drug a drunk human from out behind her almost effortlessly. Her unusual strength for a female vampire is what usually kept creatures away from her but in my case it is what had lead me to her, that and the fact I knew her brother, Sirus, would come after me when he found I killed his only sister. A two-in-one combo that would satisfy my hunger for the adrenaline that would soon pump through my body.
I waited until Meagan was absently concentrated on draining her drunken victim of every last drop of warm blood he had to offer, before I levitated to the top of the Coffin’s black shingled roof silently. With one graceful movement I jumped down from my post and was wrenching her neck toward my lips. Her elbow jabbed me in the stomach before I was even six inches away from the power underneath her pale, fair skin. Her face met mine for the first time and her mouth gapped open in horror, “Deagon…” It was nothing more than a whisper of realization before I was upon her again. I lunged for her arms this time, pinning them behind her back but I would have to step up my game because she lifted her leg up and kicked backwards connecting with my shin causing me to fall to the ground. Her cold hands met my shoulders as she picked me up and flung me into the nearest tree, I felt the sharp pain of a rib breaking but weakness was for humans. It quickly healed as I got to my feet. Meagan’s blood smelled of fear and rich sweetness as it ran quickly through her veins. I must have lost all control at that point because I felt my eyes turn black and my vision became a deep crimson color just like the blood I drank mercilessly out of her unmoving body. But after I was sure I had drained all her power I regained my control, I draped her limp body over my shoulder and pictured the look on Sirus’s face when he opened his door to find his motionless sister on his front doorstep.
After I deposited the bait on his doorstep making sure I had left my mark; an engraving of a rose I had dug into her neck with my razor sharp fangs, I was feeling an odd craving for human beer. It would have little to no effect on a vampire as powerful as I but the taste was still the same so fearlessly I headed back down to the Coffin for a drink. As soon as the door flung open to reveal my presence, throughout the whole club, men stopped rolling dice, women stopped dancing around their poles, and the bartender stopped washing wine glasses. This reaction was nothing new and had gotten rather old, but it was better to be feared then loved anytime… but then again I had never been loved. Even when I was human no one mourned my death, for I had been a murderer and after I had become what I am now and saw the death I had caused for so many lives burn right through me I vowed not to kill anyone ever again unless I had to in order to survive. I had made a huge mistake when my first drink of blood had been blood of my own kind, vampire blood. Since then I was only able to intake the blood of another vampire and their power caused me to lose control sometimes and kill my prey instead of drinking just enough to satisfy my hunger and leave my victims weak. So now I was feared and hated by the humans that heard of my deeds so long ago and the vampires who feared for their very lives. But at least because of this fear no slayer had dared to even enter my line of sight.
After satisfying my craving with nearly twelve rounds of the drink that had mere humans stammering about uncoordinated after only a few glasses, I made my way to the door. I pulled it open only to receive a hard punch to the jaw. Calmly I cracked it back into place; it throbbed only momentarily before it healed. As soon as my eyes met my attacker I couldn’t help but let a slight smirk cross my face. Sirus’s scruffy raven black hair was matted with trails of sweat and his moon-light-white face was streaked with dry tear stains, but he wasn’t being sorrowful now. His eyes narrowed with fury, and they looked of a fiery green around his tiny rat-like pupils. He attempted to swing at me again, this time aiming for the gut, but I seemed to disappear with my vampiric speed, and reappeared behind him. I could have ended his life right there but that would have been too easy, instead I grabbed his legs and yanked backwards, I watched him land on his enraged face with a loud thud. By then everyone in the night club had been escorted by the bartender who knew just how dangerous a real fight between two vampires could be had exited out the same back door, Meagan had used before I lost control and killed her. I let the images of her death drift over to Sirus and I assume he saw them very clearly because he jumped off of the floor and tried to plow strait into me. He had lost his touch, how clumsy and stupid he looked when I used my speed to move out of his way. He crashed right through some of the drywall behind were I had just stood. Taking this chance to show him just who was top dog around here, I grabbed his arms and flung him into the bar. Glass shattered and lights flickered around us but Sirus made no attempt to get up, there is only so much even a vampire can handle. The glass cracked as I stepped through it toward the defeated vampire, I brought his exposed neck back and drank, long slow gulps of the liquid rubies that ran down my throat. His breath was growing shallower and I was able to keep my control and pry myself away before I killed him. I made my mark along his neck were I had drank and checked his pulse once more to assure myself he wasn’t dead before I departed into the night.
I had gotten the adrenaline rush I had craved for and made Sirus a walking warning for any other vampire that dared cross my path. I had gotten my fun but I was going to work harder to keep control next time so no one else ended up like Meagan unnecessarily. But I knew at some point I would lose my control and feed, hurt, and kill, but at least now there was one more warning saying to stay away from me, because no one could ever come close to me without risking their life. And no one could ever love a monster, like me.

Publication Date: 11-01-2011

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