Page 58 of Shut Up and Bite Me

The world around me blurs as I run with abandon, my neck burning in the two points where fangs have bitten into Greyson’s neck.

Oh my god, I am going to rip the vampire to pieces.

I can’t seem to move fast enough, and my chest tightens as I gasp for air. It’s not for the shortness of breath but for the despair repeatedly stabbing my heart.

Tears burn in my eyes as I picture his smile in my mind. I should’ve listened to him when he wanted me to stay this morning. In his embrace, that’s where I should be. If I had done that, this wouldn’t be happening. I would have been there to protect him.

Turning onto my street, I fly down the block, tapping into the rage and uncontrollable power in my body fueling me forward.Rushing up the steps, I pause, only for a second, as I find Jason’s body crumpled to the ground.

I’m so sorry, Jason.

With no time to mourn my friend, I burst through the open doors, frantically searching for Greyson, and the second I spot him out of the corner of my eye, my world shatters.

Greyson convulses on the ground as Victor holds his head up, his blood-soaked, fanged mouth buried in Greyson’s throat.

My vision turns red as something inside of me snaps, every cell in my body tearing in half and healing back together with newfound and untapped power, waves of dark red energy radiating from me.

I blink and reach them, digging my fingers into the flesh of Victor’s neck.

“Get off of him!” I roar, my voice tearing through the house like an earthquake.

I don’t want to rip him off if I don’t have to. The pain of the fangs coming out against their will would be excruciating for Greyson.

Victor laughs, and I see the venom dancing beneath Grey’s paling skin, spidering out from Victor’s mouth.

Greyson’s blood runs down Victor’s chin and neck, soaking into his shirt. Sinking my fingertips an inch into his flesh, I secure him in my grip.

“This is going to hurt, Greyson. And I’m so sorry,” I warn him before lifting up on Victor’s head, holding him in place as I slide my other hand into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

As easily as I snap a twig in half, I push down, a deafening, wet pop bursting in the air as I snap his jaw in half.

He growls in pain, releasing Greyson and falling backward, my fingers still buried in his neck.

His arms flail around him as he tries to break free of my grasp, and all I can do is laugh and smile at him because he hasno idea what’s coming to him. Excruciating agony is all he will ever know from this moment forward. He will beg me for mercy, and I will never grant it.

Fisting his shirt in my hands, I lift him from the ground and toss him across the room like a stuffed animal. He explodes through the wall, tearing straight through the Sheetrock and every layer until he bursts through the brick on the outside of the house.

I speed outside, catching him by the throat before he even has a chance to land and run.

My vision pulses red as anger overwhelms me, surrounding me completely as I grab him by his leg with one hand and his throat with the other. In one swift movement, I lift him up and slam him down, thrusting my knee upward. A bone-curdling crunch snaps through the air as I drive my knee through his break, snapping it in half.

The best part about torturing a vampire is that they’ll heal up just as strong as before. I can break his spine over and over, and he’ll heal every single time, feeling the pain just as intensely as the first time.

Rage and an animalistic desire to break every single bone in Victor’s body courses through my veins. Throwing him over my shoulder like a towel, I look up, bend my knees, and push off the ground.

As if gravity struggles to control me, I fly up onto the roof, Victor slung over my back. Grabbing his ankle, I whip him off me, slamming him against the black shingles.

He stares up at me, his jaw dangling from his face. It has to be set properly before it will start to heal. Which means until then, he feels every second of pain.

Grabbing him by the waist, I raise him up over my head, his weight as light as a feather above my arms. Facing the edge of the roof, my eyes lock onto the black fountain.

Digging my feet into the ground, I take a few running steps before pushing off the roof, soaring through the air toward the large fountain.

He had the audacity to bite Greyson. To break into my home and hurt the one I love. He wanted to challenge me, and this will be his outcome. He deserves an eternity in agony, and that is exactly what I will grant him.

As we descend through the cold night air, I tighten my grip and swing his body down hard on top of the decorative point. The black marble bursts through his chest, blood exploding into the air like a water feature, spraying me in drops of his insides as I skewer him on the post, forcing him down to the hilt. He screams out in agony, and I bathe in the sounds of his horror.

Grabbing his hair, I turn his head, forcing him to look at me, my words a spitting growl. “You never should have touched him.” Grabbing his other hand with mine, I snap his index finger and twist, ripping the flesh apart at the knuckle. “When you lie entombed in your coffin with nightshade filling your every breath and you question what got you there, I want you to remember this moment. ThatI’mthe reason you will writhe in pain for all of eternity.I’mthe reason Death will never greet you and bring you peace, and I’m the reason Mercy willneveroffer you a helping hand.”

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