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The notion was ridiculous, but nothing else made sense. Vampires weren’t real though. They were just a myth.
“Why yes, dear,” Simon said. His grin grew wider and his tongue came out to play with his fangs. “And my, you were tasty. I’m going to have to get my fill of you before your grandfather does what I ask.”
The world spun in front of me, and then everything went black.
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Chapter Five
Simon
Fury washed over me. Not only had my food passed out, but Greenie sounded so pompous over the phone. So dismissive of the situation we’d found ourselves in. That’s when I’d given in to the sweet smell of Delilah’s blood. Maybe hearing her desperation, or pain, might spur him on. If not, he’d find out sooner or later that it was not smart to trifle with me.
My body boiled with need. I still smelled and tasted Delilah’s blood as it made its way through my system. I hadn’t indulged in a long time. Sure, I’d kept myself fed, but I’d been too busy planning my revenge to choose the fine ones. The ones who tasted like nectar from the Gods themselves. Now that the gates had been opened, I wanted more. And Delilah was like the sweetest prize. Her flavor called to me, but equal—if not better than that—was how I could use her to get what I wanted.
I grabbed another pillowcase from the bed and tied Delilah’s feet. She barely moved as I wound the fabric around her ankles. I hadn’t taken too much blood, so her motionless state had to have been from something else. Maybe just the shock of it all. Finding out what I really was along with my bite could’ve been overpowering. She fought against it initially, but like with everyone we’d fed from, she’d given in. Our bite called to them. The act meshed perfectly with the tune of their bodies until they craved it.
That was why it was no shock when Kayleigh fell for Galen. The shock was when he did the same.
Me? I was too heartless for that.
Case in point, I stared down at Delilah and slapped her again when she showed no signs of moving any time soon. A pretty pink mark showed up on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered in response. “Wake up, Princess.”
I slapped her again. This time, her eyes flew open, and she looked around, her eyes darting everywhere around the hotel suite until she realized it was still just the two of us. “Grandpa,” she said. Her voice was soft, too tiny for her, almost a plea into the void.
“Not here,” I snarled. Need she point out the fact that I still hadn’t gotten my way yet? This might’ve been getting old except I had Delilah, and Delilah was sweet. “Just you and me still,” I purred.
I turned to the small kitchen area in the suite. There, I’d placed all the tools I’d need for my plan. I eyed the voice recorder and smiled. Delilah had been so obliging when I’d wanted her desperate pleas before. Walking over, I grabbed it off the countertop and turned back, placing it on the table in front of her. Switching it on, I smiled. My fangs were still out, aching for more relief. Once they had a taste, it was almost impossible to stop. My blood thrummed in my veins, mixing with Delilah’s. “Please beg,” I told her, motioning toward the recorder. “Tell your Gramps all about how you want him to come save you. Tell him.”
She clamped down on her jaw and shook her head.
A growl ripped from my throat. I walked over and bent near her. “Fine, I will.” I let my claws descend from my fingertips and dragged them over her skin. My scratches were venomous. They would make her skin burn like a fire had started on the surface and then she’d go numb. She cried out, her eyes widening with the pain. “Hear that, Greenie,” I cooed. “Delilah’s in pain. What should I do?” I did it again, this time dragging my claws down her bare thighs. Rivulets of blood sprouted up, making my throat ache. Delilah’s nostrils flared as she clamped her mouth shut to hold in the pain. She grunted, her breaths coming out in rasps, but she refused to scream. “Oh, Greenie, you should see how scared she is. She’s a fighter, I’ll give you that, but I. Always. Win. I’ll keep going, too. She’s not leaving here until I have your corpse.” Next to her knee, I let my claw sink in deeper and deeper still until she cried out. Smirking, I continued, “The longer you wait, the worse shape she’ll be in. All that pretty, flawless skin, is now marred, ugly. You do want her to carry on your legacy, right, Greenie?” I leaned forward, and she tried to back away into the couch, but there was nowhere for her to go.
“Don’t,” she finally cried.
I hissed at her, my fangs descending again, and she finally screamed. With my free hand, I stopped the recorder, but still descended over her, sinking my fangs into her once more, unable to stop myself. She struggled against me at first, then fell back, content with need coursing through her. Her breathing turned heavy, heady. At that, I pulled away before it went too far.
She lay against the sofa cushions, just staring up at me. “You’re evil,” she said.
I wiped her blood from my chin. “And yet, still not as evil as your grandfather.”
She shook her head slowly. “You’re wrong. He’s only doing a job, but you’re sadistic. You’re enjoying this.”
I shrugged. Couldn’t argue with her there. It was exactly what I’d been trying to tell Galen for weeks. We couldn’t fight our nature. One mate? I didn’t see how it could work.
She struggled to talk, starting and re-starting several times before she asked, “Why does it feel like that?”
“Feel like what?” I said, making her ask the words.
She stared at my mouth. “Why does your bite feel like that?” she asked, her voice turning harder. “It hurts at first, but then it’s different.”
“Different how?” I urged, enjoying this line of questioning. All the new feeders asked the same questions too.
She shrugged. “Just different.”
I pushed my claw into the mark I’d already made by her knee.
She cried out again, struggling. Then, she fell back, exhausted. “Different good. It feels good. Why?”