Page 24 of A Vow for the Vamp
“What would you have done outside that bar if I told you I was a vampire? Or if I waited and told you once I brought you back here?”
I grind my teeth because I know where this is going.
“You would have thought me mad and left. Am I right?”
I look away because she’s absolutely right.
Except… I’m still here.
“But now I know, Millie, and it’s… crazy. Vampires aren’t supposed to be real.”
“Would you like to see my fangs? Will that convince you?” She takes a knife from the holster of the woman standing next to her. “Or should I slice my arm and let you watch it heal before your eyes?”
Her friend—I assume she’s Millie’s friend—snatches the knife and secures it back in the holster. She regards Millie like she’s lost her mind.
At least I’m not the only one.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Millie. I do. Which I can’t explain and it’s confusing, and I’m terrified, and I lied earlier because I actually hate being scared, and I just…”
I huff and run my hands through my hair. I want to leave. I want to run far away. At the same time, I desperately want to bring Millie into my arms and kiss her until her knees become weak. Iwanther to drink my blood.
Would she fuck me while sucking on my neck?
I need more booze. Something harder than beer. I turn away from the vamps and walk to a bar cart I remember seeing while scoping out the place. It’s tucked between the kitchen and dining area.
I grab a bottle of whiskey, pour it in a glass, and chug it in three large gulps. The liquid coats my throat, warming my chest and sinking to myuneasy stomach.
This is just what I need right now. A fucking vampire crush. I wonder how old she is. Herrealage. Vampires are immortal right?
Wait.
WAIT.
I have an idea.
Chapter 7 - Millie
“Okay. I’ll stay,” Teddy says, and I let out one long breath of relief. Not that I need to breathe to live. I don’t, but I still do it out of habit.
Why am I fighting for him to stay, though? I literally tried to compel him minutes ago. If it had worked, he’d be out of my life for good. Plus, he’s right. We agreed tonight was just sex, a one-night stand. But my stomach aches and my chest grows heavy at the thought of him leaving me.
My whiplash emotions are about to give me a panic attack. Is that what’s happening to me? A panic attack?
I know it’s impossible since I have no heartbeat so it must be a phantom panic attack. Do those exist?
“What… what changed your mind?”
He shrugs. “I told you. My middle name is adventure.”
I laugh.Laugh!That rarely happens. Layla regards me as if I’ve lost the plot.
I should apologize to her. I attacked her. I was… protective. I’veneveracted that way over anyone, especially a human.
“And you think you’ll find adventure with me by staying?”
“You two did say there’s a feral vampire on the loose. Are you going to go hunt them down? Can I go?”
Shit. That’s right. I already forgot. That’s why Layla is here.
