Page 59 of All Your Deadly Truths (The Filthy Duet #2)

Xeraphine

I love this man.

The words almost spill out of my mouth—It’s why I quickly went in for a kiss.

It’s strange, even if that feeling of heat around my heart swells and my chest aches with happiness , it still didn’t feel right to say it in the moment.

Maybe I never will, and I wonder if that will grate on him over time.

I’m not going to think about it right now, because my head is swarming with the thoughts of what is to come. Bees are flying around in my stomach and my palms are beginning to sweat.

As we approach the front doors, which are wide open, two large bouncers turn their gaze to us. I’m prepared to kill them, the blood in my veins boiling as I’m ready to pull it through my pores to slice their throats. It isn’t until both sets of eyes turn to Kairhyse, and give a nod.

“Kayn wasn’t the only person I was speaking with over the past week,” he whispers against my ear, circling his hand around my waist and walking me through.

The club is drenched in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of purple and blue mood lighting tracing our path.

Hallways branch off to either side, empty from what I can see, but the closer we get to the main floor, the heavier the scent of alcohol and fresh sex becomes.

When we step into the open space, I’m surprised by how the dimness persists, shadows clinging to every corner like they belong there.

The air is thick with more than just liquor and lust—I can pick up the distinct presence of Dylox, but their scent is muddled by the unmistakable stench of Mundane ass.

At first, I was concerned someone would recognize me, but the only thing anyone would see is my dress that illuminates like a fucking flashlight when the strobe lights flash across me. There are at least a hundred people here, likely more.

I let Kai lead me, but I’m still looking, watching, assessing. People are draped over couches, laughing and throwing back shots. The booming EDM vibrates the floor, and bodies press in around us as we move toward the center of the dance floor.

It’s a controlled madness. One that I have thrived in for six years.

Lifting my gaze, I spot large, clear crystals hang above us, the lights bouncing around the hollow interior and spread across the second floor where people are dancing. I don’t recognize any faces, but the scents of the bodies around me, I know I’m in the right place.

Shifters. Mundanes. Vampires.

Murderers. Rapists. Bigots. Associates to those that hold those titles. All of them. They are all something bad for this world, and the toxic that poisons it.

Kai brings his hand across my shoulder and grabs around my neck, his opposite taking my hip, pulling me flush against his front. I swallow, feeling it bob against the strain of his fingers around my throat.

The beat of the music hits a high note, and with it my hips begin to sway. His cock, that I could swear is continuously hard for me, presses against the small of my back. I bring my hands up over my head, drawing them down the back of his.

His nose brushes against the curve of my neck as his movements match mine in perfect synchronization.

He’s grinding against me so sensually, but with a force that says, ‘you’re mine’ and for no one to think about interrupting us.

It’s as though, for him, I’m the only person in this building, and if he wanted to, he’d bend me right over to fuck me just to prove it.

“Is my girl soaked yet?” His words brush against my ear as he bites down on the space behind it.

I am, fuck , I am so turned on. Equally, it’s because I know what I’m about to do, but also because I’m imagining all the things he’s going to do to me afterward.

His grip around my throat tightens. “Answer me, little demon.”

“Yes,” I pant. My arms drawing back as I spin to face him. “I’m fucking soaked for my monster.”

His arm wraps around my waist, thrusting me back into him.

The way he smiles at me, one side lifted higher than the other, his bright whites gleaming in the bouncing lights, makes my heart beat faster.

But more than that, my Amoro is thriving.

The want in his crimson eyes, the desire in his pheromones, and the care in his touch, turn me into a feral little demon.

My leg lifts and he holds no hesitation to grab under my thigh, his nails digging in as he helps me get that friction against my needy clit. He wasn’t wrong, I am a desperate bitch for him, and him calling me out for it stirred a submission in me that I’m willing to succumb to for him and only him.

Grabbing the back of my neck, he smashes our lips together and my lustful noise is masked by the loud build up for the climax of the song we have been dissolving ourselves into. My hands run up the back of his head and grab onto his short hair, keeping him tied to me as I turn my head.

The song comes to an end and he grins against my mouth. His hand that was holding my thigh trails up to my ass, pulling up my dress and squeezing.

A new melody is building, and I’m wrapped with elation. The sensation akin to nervousness, but it isn’t built out of fear. It’s an anticipation of performing for him. He’s seen me kill, but never like this.

Not when I’m in control.

“Bite me,” I breathe against his lips. “Make me bleed.”

“As you command, my love.”

The moment his fangs sink into my neck, his nails drag deep into my flesh.

I hiss, biting back the scream that climbs into my throat.

My greedy monster draws a helping for himself, my blood creeping through his mouth and down his throat before he pulls back, only to dive right back into my shoulder.

This time, as it’s drawn from me, he lifts slightly for it to flow down my chest.

My body vibrates, the sensation of my vital life pouring from me now tingling at my fingertips. It’s like feeling water dripping down the skin, a refreshing caress. Each nerve in my spine tingles as I lift the cerise liquid around us.

It’s now I hear the first scream, and my heart steadies.

I’m in my element.

“Watch what I do best,” I breathe out as his mouth finds its way back to mine briefly, before pulling away.

His eyes drink me in from head to toe, then turns his gaze outward.

My blood circles us as I twist my hands outward, shifting and forming it into a tight line, fine as wire and sharp as knives.

I release a breath. The music blurred into a thumping noise in my ears, the lyrics and rhythm fading away.

Thump .

Or is that my heart?

Once I’m happy with the strength of my bloody wire, I throw my hands outward. The circle expands and opens up across the dance floor. It goes as far as possible before it’s too thinned out to do anything but pelt against bodies as mere liquid.

However, for those within the immediate area, they were least lucky—or, very much so. Depending on how they would perceive a quick death.

The bodies that had been dancing amongst us fall. Heads or torsos are severed, depending on their heights. Limbs hit the floor in a chaotic cascade, the heavy thuds barely managing to cut through the pounding bass of the music—audible only because of the sheer number that drop at once.

Red fluid spews upward, cascading over not only Kai, but myself.

I just know my smile looks psychotic. I’ve not really had an audience during my kills. Jonathan, blessed be his dead ass, was lucky to get to see such a show before his own death.

The air is thick with the metallic scent, and as the survivors of my first attack begin to scramble, their screams cut through the chaos.

Tilting my head back, I roll it slightly before raising my hand.

The blood pooling around me—mine and that of the dead—lifts at my command, twisting into sharpened blades.

Throwing them outward, I feel them slice through flesh, and it’s like my skin can sense the cuts.

I’m hit by the sensation of my blood rushing through their veins, surging straight to their brains.

It's euphoric.

The ones that survive the impact begin to feel the pressure of me inside of them, expanding their skulls as I have showcased on so many occasions.

Loud pops of cracking bone echo through the club as I drive my blood-forged blades through them.

Over the relentless music, the muted thuds of bodies hitting the floor mix with the wet, sickening splatter of ruptured flesh.

Looking up at the second floor, people scream and run about like chickens with their heads cut off.

I’m picking up my blood when I hear feet across the space behind me. They become silent as when I turn, four men are raising guns toward us.

They fire, and one penetrates my shoulder, the sting of the bullet burning into my flesh causing me to hiss.

“Assholes!”

A hand is in front of my face, the bullets that would have pierced my forehead now embedded into it. “May I?” Kai purrs, his hand dropping, shaking free the bullets from in his palm.

I know if I said no, that I could handle it, he wouldn’t stand in my way. My old self, before allowing myself to become his , would have utterly despised even the thought of letting him help.

This… new me wants him to be at my side. In every aspect of my life, and allowing him to murder for me, has my clit throbbing for him to suck on it when he’s done.

“Make it hurt,” I say before turning my attention upward.

Grabbing hold of my blood, I thrust it straight toward the ceiling, right to the hanging crystals. A high-pitched ping, almost akin to an electric aftershock, fires off as the wires recoil and whip through the air.

One after another, they snap, and shrieks turn into groans as they slam down onto the people attempting to run for the stairway. A few braved the fall and jumped, the sounds of their ankles cracking and bones snapping like a fucking choir.

It’s now the music abruptly stops, and the wheezing sound of life pouring from someone brings my attention to Kai. He has his fingers laced through hair, the head detached and dangling at his side. Only one stands before him, his free hand completely sheathed into the man’s skull.

The sounds of screams around us are dwindling, and as they begin rushing toward the entrance, I start stalking the rest of my prey.

Licking my lips, tasting the metallic zing against my palate, I grin.

“Come here, little mice.” My haunting whisper causes loud screams to erupt. Men and women alike crowd down the darkened hall, loud crashes and sounds of lights popping filter in from behind me.

Blood is slowly trickling down my face and neck, the once bleached white dress now a beautiful shade of death . The smells of piss, corpses, and fear radiate around me, and I am in my own version of the Vayl.

“Squeak, squeak…” My right hand shoots out, fingers extended. My Amoro has crawled out from under my skin, and the fact she has come to me upon my summoning feels… incredible. I don’t feel out of control, and I am thoroughly fed.

“Please, please?—”

“Let us go, please!”

“I did nothing, I have a family!”

The corner of my lip twitches. “Revenge has no moral boundaries,” I begin, and more screams erupt from the dozen or so piled high on top of one another. The doors are closed, and my guess, someone barricaded it from the outside.

“Innocent. Guilty.” My tone blasé. “Justice. It all means nothing, because to you… I am the monster. To you—” I lean forward, mere feet from the first person, a woman trying to push her way through the men that had all but left her for the slaughter.

“I am the villain. Even if you all made me this way.”

I stop my advancement, several knees hitting the floor and falling into a prayer like pose.

“Pray to the Gods that placed you here before me. Curse Belial himself for bringing me into this world. It doesn’t matter.” As I grab my blood that lay across the entirety of this now place of death, my eyes roll back. “You are the villains in the only story that matters: mine.”

Their cries of “please” and “don’t do this” have my pussy dripping wet. Oh, how I’ve said those words, cried them out, and screamed for mercy.

These people would never have stepped up to protect me.

One look at the Demon before them, they’d praise my abusers and murderers.

Even if there was one in the pile of hundreds that had the heart to do so, as so many before them, they’d simply get lost in the crowd.

Thrown in with the trash they associated themselves with.

In my peripherals, I can see the sharp daggers of my blood edging closer to my salvation. My escape from this fucking torment my past has shrouded me in. I’ll kill every last one of them, in every Hause, and that will be my justice.

Every single one of them, I’ll obliterate into nothing. Even the ones that are a sperm drop of those who tormented me; even those that have a fleeting fucking thought of them, will die.

This will serve as a poignant reminder that I am no fucking damsel. That I may break and shatter, but I will always come back for my revenge.

With a flick of my wrist, a sharp whistle blows through the air as my daggers pierce through the bodies.

The popping of skin and muscle accompanies their screams of agony, which slowly disintegrates to whimpers and wheezes.

Putrid odors of shit and piss begin to permeate, and I take a long, solid intake of air through my nose.

Then, nothing.

There is something to say about the silence of death. Some might call it eerie, but I don’t. It’s a feeling of longing that envelops my skin in a warm, vibrating sensation, making my ears feel weightless, as if gravity itself has slipped away.

It’s peaceful.

“So fucking beautiful.” Kai’s breath fans against my ear, and I lean back against his chest. “You’re so godsdamn beautiful.”