Page 83 of A Bond with the Dark

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That was close.

I didn’t even feel the change take over. I was so caught up, being turned on by her and wanting to bite her tangled together too fast. Seeing her lips slide over my dick was too much for me to handle. I wanted to fuck her and end her, and those two feelings can never mix.

Not ever again.

When she said I was sexy as the vampire, it staggered me. I don’t think anyone has ever told me I was sexy as that monster. It’s comforting and jangling at the same time.

When I’m that person, I’m a monster. Even my thinking is different. It’s like the demon that lives in us takes over and controls us. Things I do as a vampire, I would never do as a mortal.

We’ve migrated from the brown couches to her oversized, fluffy reader’s nook chair. A daybed wide enough for two people.

“So, do your siblings all think like you do?” she asks., interrupting my self-loathing.

“No, not really,” I say, dragging my fingers slowly over her legs that drape over mine. “They all like killing. Hattie didn’t want it initially but realized how much she loved being the villain, so she took to it. My oldest brother is the only one who sought out his own death to make it come faster. He wanted it.”

“This is the brother you don’t talk to because of a girl, right?”

I feel my muscles constrict at the mention of him. I don’t like talking about him. “Sort of. There’s more to it than that. That one is the most fucked up thing he’s done.”

I feel her tense up. “What did he do?”

“He’s the reason I died. He killed me. He’s the reason I turned vampire at thirty-six.”

“What! Why the fuck would he do that?”

“Cause we fell for the same girl,” I admit, though I’m still hesitant to bring her up. Sadie’s memory haunts me still, even though it’s been hundreds of years since I’ve seen her face. Before Sayah, she was the last one I had these strong feelings for. “Her name was Sadie. I loved her. Was going to propose.”

“And it never happened?”

“No. The night I was going to, he showed up. I found out then that they had been fooling around and were in love with each other. He and I got in a fight, and he broke my neck. He knew I would turn, so it made it a little better, but he knew I didn’t want to be a vampire. So it was cruel. He fled with her after killing me.”

She lets out a rough exhale. “That fucking sucks. I’m sorry that happened to you. Why would he do that to you?”

“We’ve always had that love-hate relationship,” I say, feeling the tension in my neck at having to talk about him.

“But she ended up dying, right?”

“Right.”

“What? Did he kill her too?”

I nod, grabbing her hand and interlacing my fingers through them. “He sure did. But that’s what Ollie tells me.”

“What did Ollie say?”

“Just that Bash loved her and wanted to turn her. She didn’t want it. That pissed him off, so he killed her.”

“Bash?”

“Yes,” I respond. “My oldest brother. His name becomes him, as he’s known for bashing heads in.”

“Wow, that’s nice,” she replies sarcastically. “And is that how he killed her?”

“From what I gather from Ollie, they got drunk one night, and he drained her to her death and then fed her his blood, forcing her into being a vampire. See, when you make a new vampire, you have to drain them, feed them, kill them, and then feed them again. But before he could kill her, she ran.”

“I’m guessing he found her and killed her anyway?”

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