Bloody Hell - J. M. Rivers (romance novel chinese novels txt) 📗

the tree and take in a calming breath. A strong wind blows but I stand there unmoved. I kneel and a light breeze follows accompanied by a soothing voice.

 

My child, it says, what is it that troubles you?

 

“I am not sure anymore. Everything is troubling. Lucy is feeding, the pack is in danger and honestly, I have no idea where to start.”

 

I think that you have all the answers you are looking for. You just do not know which ones answer which questions.

 

“And I think that you are telling me off indirectly so that you do not tell me everything I want to hear.”

 

Here I thought that I was the oracle.

 

“Such are the contradictions in life.” Silence.

 

Your father is proud of you Seth. Do not ever doubt that. He loves you.

 

“I am a disappointment.”

 

To yourself, yes. To others, never.

 

“I am my own worst enemy. How do I beat myself?”

 

By finding yourself.

 

“Mother, how?”

 

There is no manual. You do that alone but not entirely alone.

 

“Lucy?”

 

Now she is finding herself; by losing herself.

 

“That is not smart.”

 

Yet it was her choice to do so. She is right.

 

“So, you knew what she would do?”

 

I know the choices one is given, what they choose is up to them.

 

“Do you grant wishes?”

 

Do plants live forever? Stalling will grant you state of mind but stalking will grant you peace of mind.

 

“What if I am wrong?”

 

What if you are?

 

“I’ll still find a way around it.”

 

Yes child, your eyes are open but what is it you seek? What is it you want to see? What is it you do not? What change will it make to the outcome?

 

“The outcome remains but the journey to it is what matters.”

 

It is calm as I walk back to camp. If he can make an army, so can I. If it is a fight he wants, then it is a fight he will get. I find sleep easily as I anticipate the next day’s activities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Narrative.

 

Rick carries an unconscious Lucy into the old building. He finds the two humans still tied up and makes sure they do not come to anytime soon. He ties Lucy up using a rope he had brought along. He was not alone. He had seduced a girl earlier in the club and was compelling her still. The effects wear off on Lucy and she tries to figure out where she is and what was going on. It took a few seconds for her to remember and she begun struggling to free herself. After struggling for a while, Rick let out a sigh and compelled her to calm down by controlling her body movements. He kept out of her emotions and head although he could feel her anger and read her thoughts. He could feel and hear more if he wanted but he knew he would regret it. She would make sure of it. Rick sat across from Lucy in an old chair as the girl sat on his lap looking at him and openly admiring him, willing him to return the look but hopelessly failing. He looked directly at Lucy.

 

“I’m giving you two options,” Rick began. He took the girl’s hand, palm up, and kissed her wrist. “One, I drain all the blood from your body then force you to drink animal blood.”

 

He extends his index finger which has a claw like nail and uses it to make an incision on the girl’s wrist, slowly, and blood begins to flow freely. The girl is in a trance and cannot feel a thing. Lucy’s nostrils are invaded with the smell of blood and she shifts uncomfortably.

 

“Or I can starve you first then give you the animal blood. With the torture of watching me feed, of course.”

 

He puts his thumb over the incision to stop the bleeding. Licking his finger, he cleans the flowing blood on the girl’s arm seductively using his tongue. Lucy reacted ; her iris and pupil turned red. She was panting and growling lowly, her fangs and canines showing. He smiled knowingly and would make her wait in anticipation. It would be worth the wait.

 

“Two, you get to do as you like, when you like and how you like it. However, you stick with me. I teach you and you enlighten me.” He waits for her answer but she is quiet for longer than he expected. The girl is getting pale but cannot take her eyes off of him.

 

“Let’s speed this up, shall we?” Rick lets the girl straddle him and he embraces her and deepens the kiss. She moans. He kisses her chin and neck as he begins his decent. The girl writhes in pleasure, enjoying every moment. Then barring his fangs and with a growl of primal need, he bit her neck and fed. Lucy couldn’t take it anymore, she was hysterical.

 

“Want some?” His asked, his mouth covered in blood as he held the almost limp body. “Are you sure?” She nods vigorously. “Which is it?”

 

“Ttttttttwo.” She answered between clenched teeth.

 

“I’m sorry, what?” She gave a low growl followed by a yell as she struggled against her restraints. Smiling, he healed the girl’s wounds. He asked her, “What’s your name?”

 

“Marge.” She was still in a trance. She was a local waitress, new to the area, a part time job to pay her tuition fees.

 

“Well Marge, It’s been fun. Now I need you to do something for me, hmm. Can you do it?”

 

“Anything.” With a devilish grin, he answered flatly,

 

“Run.” She took off and he quickly released Lucy, “I remember that you were always a sucker for a chase.”

 

Before he completed his statement, she had run after the girl, overtaken her and brought her back into the room. The girl had nearly reached the main fence and screamed when Lucy caught her by the hair before she could escape. Lucy sunk her teeth into Marge and drained her dry while Rick watched in open amusement.

 

“We are going to have so much fun!”

 

 

A/N:

 

So yeah. Comments, likes, anything? This concludes the first part. Two more to go then the three will be merged into one. Confused? So am I. :)

 

 

 

YOU AND ME, BABY!

 

Prologue.

 

He did not need to care how he parked his car. He was on a mission and parking was not a priority at the moment. The sun was about to set as he made his way across the open dust-filled lot to the old building at the end of the field. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her leaning against her car door. Even when she was not dressed up, she looked divine. In nothing but running shoes, a short skirt, one handed top, wild hair and sunglasses. She could stir his groin no matter what she wore or did not. However, this was no time for pleasure. How in the world did this woman find him? He was careful not to raise suspicion. Well, maybe he was not careful enough. She was not looking at him and he thought about going back but he knew she would spot him. After all, she knew he would be here. So he walked until he was a few meters away from her. She slowly raised her eyes at him as his shadow fell over her. A seductive smile played on her lips as she openly took in his well muscled physique. He wore a plain white shirt that hid none of his well toned arms, a pair of worn out blue jeans, brown cowboy boots and a brown hat.

 

“Well, hello gorgeous. Fancy meeting you here.”

 

“How did you know to find me here?”

 

“Baby, no hello?”

 

He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his raven black hair. She loved how soft it felt under her fingers and craved to have him. He, on the other hand, was impatient and she knew if she did not act fast, he would do what he came here for. So she did the next big thing. She pulled out a .38 hand gun and pointed it right at him. He was taken by surprise.

 

“Where did you get that, doll?”

 

“Why don’t you get in the car and you’ll find out.”

 

He hesitated. She was playing a dangerous game. Trapped and having nowhere to go, he had to find out if she was serious. From their time together, he knew that she could be on both extremes. Sanity and Insanity. Still, he was curious. She intrigued him and he, her. This was a dangerous union but one that was exhilarating and full of adventure. However, all adventures come to an end at some point.

 

“Ignorance is bliss, doll. I think I’m better off not knowing.”

 

“Ignorance kills, baby.” With that, in one swift movement, she shot at both sides of his feet, missing his feet by inches, then pointed the gun back at him. “I’m sure you can reconsider.” She smirked at him.

 

“You were always good with an instrument.”

 

“Get. In.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imprint

Text: Joanne M.
Images: Google
Editing: Joanne M.
Translation: Originally in English
Publication Date: 10-06-2015

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To me,for actually writing. To all,who pushed me into writing. To you,for reading this. It takes a lot to decide to read something.