Page 2 of Dark Souls

I shifted my whole body to the side, leaning an elbow on the bar. I narrowed my lethal gaze over her head to glare at the man who would end his night in a body bag before he laid a finger on her. Fuck knows why I felt the need to protect this woman when I never had before, but I’d consider that insanity later. His dark gaze met mine but his attention flicked away just as quickly to pay for their drinks, clearly not seeing me as a threat. That was his second mistake of the evening. The first being his choice to target this beguiling little creature next to me.

“I wouldn’t drink it if I were you,” I said in a deep but even tone, causing the girl’s head to turn my way for the first time. Big blue eyes clashed with mine before her gaze swept over my face and down my body. A flash of something that looked a lot like intrigue appeared in those blue gems. They were vibrant but something seemed wrong about their colouring as she held my gaze with a determination and curiosity no one had ever dared in my presence before. Granted, I was in a human disguise but there was no hiding the darkness in my eyes. It’s true what they say. The eyes are a window to the soul. And mine are as dark as they come.

Up close, she was even more of a masterpiece. Not just because of her good looks, but because of the imposing presence of confidence and mystery she exuded. Her eyes, I would put money on being contacts, narrowed in defiance as if I had no right to even address her. I smiled wider.

“Thanks for the heads up,” she answered before grabbing the cup and throwing back the spiked contents. I raised my eyebrow in mild surprise and irritation that she’d be so reckless after my warning. “But I’m a big girl.” She leaned into me slightly, lowering her voice so the man beside her didn’t hear. “And I can handle myself and this rapist prick. So do yourself a favour. Stay the fuck out of it, pretty boy.”

Well, fuck me sideways and call me Sally. I think I just fell in love.

Rapist Prick, as she so accurately named him, threw his hefty arm over her narrow shoulders. The action should have floored the petite little thing but it didn’t seem to have any impact whatsoever. And that’s when it clicked. The strength on the dancefloor, the contact lenses, the alluring aura. She was a fucking vampire.

“This dude bothering you?” Rapist Prick asked, glaring at me as if it would be enough to make me cower away. I didn’t even bother glancing his way. My gaze was glued on my snow angel as she smiled with fake innocence and shook her head.

“No, not at all,” she replied, giving me a last look before focusing all her attention on him again. She stumbled in her heeled, lace-up boots, falling into his chest as she raised her hand to her forehead and fluttered her lashes. I held back my laughter. Being a vampire, that little pill would have had no effect whatsoever. “But I think I need some fresh air. I’m not feeling too good. This is so embarrassing.” She peered up at him from under thick, black eyelashes, even though something told me this woman didn’t have a shy bone in her body. “My friends always tease me because I am such a lightweight.”

And the winner for best actress goes to… Oh fuck. I didn’t even get a chance to catch her name before RP acted like the perfect gentleman and helped her stumble out of the bar and into the night. It was probably for the best. Most definitely for the best. I had no business leading myself down this dangerous path of obsession. However, obsessionisa part of my demonic DNA, in every molecule and atom, that made up my predatory and possessive nature. I needed to have her. For what, I wasn’t sure yet.

Taking a moment to gather myself and try to comprehend the madness a mere glance from that woman had caused inside me, I finished off the remainder of my whiskey and tried to talk myself out of what I was itching to do. Go after her. It was just an infatuation. I’d been imprisoned for far too long without the temptation of a beautiful woman to devour. But it was in her gaze. In the way she had looked directly into my fucked-up soul and didn’t even flinch. The contrast of her soft voice and fiery words. She was fucking glorious. And I was hooked.

Cursing, I slammed the glass back on the sticky bar and headed for the door. Curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to witness how she planned on ‘handling’ this situation and then, when I was sure she would live through the night, I’d forget she ever existed.Solid fucking plan, Heath.

Outside, under the dimly lit streetlights, I lifted my hood and scanned my surroundings, searching for any sign of them. Nothing. Yet the scent of her lingered in the air. Following it, I came to the end of the pitch-black alleyway that led straight around the back of the building where there was now a cold corpse of the criminal I’d spent my evening torturing.

Slipping into the shadows, I made my way down until I came to the corner. I could hear them. Heavy panting and grunting. I glimpsed around the wall and my night vision focused on the huge frame of Rapist Prick caging her tiny body against the bricks. She looked almost lifeless, rolling her head to the side as he kissed her neck and groped her tits before reaching down for his zipper. Rage throttled me so viciously, my disguise slipped and the deadly beast emerged. Before I could rip his head from his body, everything changed. At insane speed a human eye would fail to keep up with, she had kneed him in the dick, grabbed his wrist in one hand and flipped his whole body in the air until he landed with a hard impact on the cement ground. He wheezed, struggling to inhale a breath as all the air was knocked from his lungs before she rolled him over like he was as light as a feather rather than a full-grown man, and pulled a pair of handcuffs from her back pocket.

“I should have warned you.” She laughed as the metal slapped against his wrists when she straddled his back. “I’m into some twisted shit too. Though you’ll never get to partake, asshole.”

Once he was restrained, she stood up, rolling him onto his back and stood with her boot firmly on his windpipe, causing him to panic and choke for air. She wasn’t even out of breath as she dropped her head back, her white hair cascading behind her shoulders and stared at the black starless sky. Her sharp fangs caught the reflection of the moonlight as she hissed with frustration. I’d never seen a sight so exquisite. And my dick had never been so fucking hard.

“You are lucky I know how to show some restraint, unlike you,” she said, retracting her fangs after a few moments and glancing down at the man at her mercy. It was only then that I realised she hadn’t even bitten him, let alone drank from him. What the fuck was that about? My question was answered when I heard the hurried footsteps of someone else approaching and smelt the scent of sweet peaches. It was followed by heavier and more urgent footsteps and I slipped further into the shadows as they came into sight.

The same auburn-haired female who had removed the other girl from the dancefloor appeared, placing her hands on her hips as she inspected the scene. Two muscular human men, dressed entirely in black and carrying handguns, appeared next.

Snow lifted her face and gave them all a triumphant look that made me grin with her. She was so fucking cute.

“So, did I pass with flying fucking colours or what?”

“Not bad.” The other female, who gave off a supernatural aura, possibly a fae and witch hybrid, nodded as she approached them. “And he looks unharmed. Didn’t think you could hold back, but you’ve proved you have control.”

“Not that he deserves it,” Snow replied, stepping off his throat so the two men could haul him to his feet. She glared at his reddening face. “I was tempted to go along with his sick little game a while longer so I could bite his dick off when he thought he would shove it in my mouth.”

The man looked like he was about to vomit as he spat, “You fucking psycho bitch.”

“Aw, sweetie. You hurt my feelings,” she teased sarcastically as the men started to drag him away. Once they were gone, she dipped her head back and stuck her fingers in her eyes, removing the contact lenses. “These things sting like a motherfucker,” she groaned, casting them away on the floor and blinking rapidly.I fucking knew it.They weren’t her real eyes. When her face turned in my direction, my cock throbbed against my jeans as I bit into my bottom lip with my fangs, holding back my groan. Fluorescent pink eyes. Pink fucking eyes!

She froze. Her head tilted upwards as she sniffed the air and stilled.

“What is it?” The other woman asked curiously.

“Can’t you smell that?”

“Uh.” Before the woman could answer, Snow had zoomed with her vampire speed up to the dumpster and grave of Mr Graidern. My smile widened as she leaped up onto the side of it in a crouched position and peered down at his mangled body. I was glad she got to see my work of art.

“Shit. Sienna, come and see this. Someone’s done quite a number on this one.”Why thank you, baby.She reached down, searching his pockets for an ID. “Sylvester Graidern.”

“Urgh.” The woman named Sienna grumbled, rubbing her forehead as if this was the last thing she wanted to deal with. “I’ll call in the clean-up team. It’s definitely a supernatural kill. Best we handle this rather than the authorities. Stay put, yeah? I’ll be back in a sec.”

Sienna turned the corner, pulling out her phone and speaking with someone on the other end about getting a squad down here to take care of the body and crime scene. But I was too fascinated with my little vampire to pay much attention. She was cocking her head to the side, inspecting the body with interest without a flicker of fear or disgust. Maybe she was even impressed. I hoped she was. For some reason, the thought of making her proud with my own perverse methods had me feeling more excited than the notion of killing.

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