Page 17 of Hell Bites

But I knew there was something about him that wasn’t adding up, especially after he finally gave in and used one of my suggestions on his show. He may not have spoken directly to me, but I know he was doing it for me. I just know it. My non-stop emails finally paid off, and now… now I have him here, in my home, and I can’t wait for him to wake up. Because from this moment on, this home is ours, and we’re going to be happy together for the rest of our lives.

I take his shoes off to help him get more comfortable, then I cover him with the blankets, not worried about the blood.

My Felix is a vampire, so it won’t bother him.

And it doesn’t bother me.

Oh, my… just the thought of him feeding from me has chills running up my spine.

I’ve never been fed from, but it’s been a fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember.

Felix really is perfect.

And now he’s all mine.

Chapter Six

Felix

Fuck, my neck hurts.

I groan as I try to roll it; my neck has the worst crick I’ve ever felt and my shoulders are bunched up to my ears, and I can barely move them.

I can’t really move anything now that I’m trying, and it feels like my arms are…

My eyes pop open as I recall what happened on my way home from work.

Silas took off toward the woods.

Roger was getting restless.

I couldn’t wait until I could sink into bed, and was already planning which email to jerk off to today when—bam! Some little gremlin jumped on my back and proceeded to choke me out.

With a scowl, I try to wiggle my way to sitting, but it appears my hands are bound together. I look over my shoulder as I roll to my side and, sure enough, I have a shiny pair of bracelets.

Fucking handcuffs.

Whoever that woman was, the feral creature who grabbed me and somehow managed to kidnap me, she couldn’t have acted alone because even if she put the sleeper to end all sleepers on me, lugging my limp ass anywhere wouldn’t have been easy.

I’m almost six three, and a buck ninety on a good day, and that’s without feeding myself properly for the last few years. I’m scrawny compared to Silas, but even still, it didn’t feel like the woman was very big and even so, I don’t imagine she dragged me down the street on her own.

Not to mention that would have caused one hell of a scene, especially when the sun came up and I burst into flames.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen, but as soon as I can get these cuffs off, Roger and I are—Roger!

I look around the darkened room, my eyes darting from corner to corner as panic sinks in.

I swear, if she did anything to my cat…

He’s an innocent bystander in all this, a casualty of some screwed up circumstances, and if that grimy little gremlin hurt my cat, it won’t matter that I haven’t fed from another living thing in years. I will drain that woman dry and leave her body to rot.

Speaking of rot.

My brow furrows as I inhale deeply, trying to pick up any trace of my grumpy good boy as I scoot toward the edge of the bed, but I don’t smell Roger.

I smell very subtle hints of a woman; a cheap perfume, various hygiene products that females typically lean toward, lots of fruits and flowers, but they aren’t overpowering. And underneath all of that, I faintly smell the remnants of congealed blood and rotting tissue.

Considering where I am and how I got here, that doesn’t exactly bode well for me.

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