bull, beating at Ash’s back with a fist. Tristan drew in a quick breath and put a hand to his mouth to stop a cry that crept up his throat. His mind rallied against what he was seeing, but it had to be true. What more proof did he need than that right there? Those were no press-on fangs. And that wasn’t Kool-Aid he was drinking.
Ash was a vampire.
Aaron’s pained noises turned to pleasure. He let out a sigh as Ash sank down, stretching his body out along the line of his. Then Ash’s hips trust against the other man’s.
“Bloody right,” Aaron whispered, squirming under Ash. "Knew you wanted a piece of us, love. Couldn’t keep your hands off us." The other vampire wasn’t trying to get away anymore. His free hand was now embracing, wrapped low around Ash’s waist as he groped at his ass. Aaron’s eyes fluttered shut as he turned his face into Ash’s neck, expression slack in pleasure. And then someone moaned. Loudly.
The blood drained from Tristan’s face. The numbness spread. He thought that now would be a good time to pass out. He just wanted the insanity to stop.
Ash shifted his weight and Aaron moaned in protest, grabbing Ash’s ass in a frantic gesture. Ash’s hips responded, pushing hungrily at the vampire under him. In a rush of movement, Ash lifted the tantō and drove it down, straight over Aaron’s heart with a vicious thrust. Sunk to the hilt.
Aaron screamed, his back arching into the blade, going rigid for a moment before he started to buck under Ash, hand flailing wildly trying to find anything to grab. Ash gave the short sword a hard twist, growling with the effort. The screaming came to a sudden stop, the hand reaching for Ash dropping to the floor with a soft thud.
“My god,” Tristan whispered when he finally found the breath to speak again.
Ash’s head popped up, flinging small droplets of blood through the air. He blinked wide, shocked eyes at Tristan while large crimson drops fell from his frown. Tristan’s breath caught and he glanced quickly down at Aaron, not wanting to take his eyes from Ash for long. The other vampire wasn’t moving—dark eyes glazed over, seeing nothing.
Realizing what he’d just done, Ash heaved a dismayed sigh and stood, pulling his sword free of the dead thing. He gave the blade a quick flick, cleaning it and slammed it into its sheath. He would have to take care of the body after he took care of the frightened human. He gave another dejected sigh and stopped in front of Tristan. The scent of the man’s blood was overwhelming. He should have passed out long ago—his will was strong. Or, as Ash had realized from day one, remarkably stubborn.
Looking up at Ash with his mouth panted in red, chin and neck covered, Tristan started to tremble. He couldn’t stop it. It was the last warning he’d have before the dark fuzziness at the edge of his vision would take him under. He had to get up, to get away from the monster. The one who he thought was a friend.
Ash extended a hand out.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Tristan flung his good arm in the air, immediately regretting the sudden movement as he felt his dinner burn up his throat. He rolled over onto his side and retched. His whole body ached and throbbed with the violent spasms as Ash gave a dejected sigh over him. When he was done vomiting, he forced himself upright, but he couldn’t move anymore. He was trapped and dying.
Ash had cleaned the blood off his face, but the look he was giving Tristan pissed him off. He looked concerned, almost as if he was worried about him, as if he gave a shit.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that, you fucking liar. You're one of them! Believe in you? Trust you? God, how fucking stupid...”
Ash sighed, his face softening and mouth opening to say something, but a high-pitched scream sounded from upstairs drowning out the beginning of his words. “Nooooo!” A woman dropped down from the top floor and landed behind Ash. She was covered in blood from head
Ash was a vampire.
Aaron’s pained noises turned to pleasure. He let out a sigh as Ash sank down, stretching his body out along the line of his. Then Ash’s hips trust against the other man’s.
“Bloody right,” Aaron whispered, squirming under Ash. "Knew you wanted a piece of us, love. Couldn’t keep your hands off us." The other vampire wasn’t trying to get away anymore. His free hand was now embracing, wrapped low around Ash’s waist as he groped at his ass. Aaron’s eyes fluttered shut as he turned his face into Ash’s neck, expression slack in pleasure. And then someone moaned. Loudly.
The blood drained from Tristan’s face. The numbness spread. He thought that now would be a good time to pass out. He just wanted the insanity to stop.
Ash shifted his weight and Aaron moaned in protest, grabbing Ash’s ass in a frantic gesture. Ash’s hips responded, pushing hungrily at the vampire under him. In a rush of movement, Ash lifted the tantō and drove it down, straight over Aaron’s heart with a vicious thrust. Sunk to the hilt.
Aaron screamed, his back arching into the blade, going rigid for a moment before he started to buck under Ash, hand flailing wildly trying to find anything to grab. Ash gave the short sword a hard twist, growling with the effort. The screaming came to a sudden stop, the hand reaching for Ash dropping to the floor with a soft thud.
“My god,” Tristan whispered when he finally found the breath to speak again.
Ash’s head popped up, flinging small droplets of blood through the air. He blinked wide, shocked eyes at Tristan while large crimson drops fell from his frown. Tristan’s breath caught and he glanced quickly down at Aaron, not wanting to take his eyes from Ash for long. The other vampire wasn’t moving—dark eyes glazed over, seeing nothing.
Realizing what he’d just done, Ash heaved a dismayed sigh and stood, pulling his sword free of the dead thing. He gave the blade a quick flick, cleaning it and slammed it into its sheath. He would have to take care of the body after he took care of the frightened human. He gave another dejected sigh and stopped in front of Tristan. The scent of the man’s blood was overwhelming. He should have passed out long ago—his will was strong. Or, as Ash had realized from day one, remarkably stubborn.
Looking up at Ash with his mouth panted in red, chin and neck covered, Tristan started to tremble. He couldn’t stop it. It was the last warning he’d have before the dark fuzziness at the edge of his vision would take him under. He had to get up, to get away from the monster. The one who he thought was a friend.
Ash extended a hand out.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Tristan flung his good arm in the air, immediately regretting the sudden movement as he felt his dinner burn up his throat. He rolled over onto his side and retched. His whole body ached and throbbed with the violent spasms as Ash gave a dejected sigh over him. When he was done vomiting, he forced himself upright, but he couldn’t move anymore. He was trapped and dying.
Ash had cleaned the blood off his face, but the look he was giving Tristan pissed him off. He looked concerned, almost as if he was worried about him, as if he gave a shit.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that, you fucking liar. You're one of them! Believe in you? Trust you? God, how fucking stupid...”
Ash sighed, his face softening and mouth opening to say something, but a high-pitched scream sounded from upstairs drowning out the beginning of his words. “Nooooo!” A woman dropped down from the top floor and landed behind Ash. She was covered in blood from head
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