monster roamed close to the surface.
Few things would satisfy him, not a regular feeding in any case. What he wanted was to put his hands around the throat of the witch who had done harm to them. He blamed her for Adrienne’s death as well. If she hadn’t done her spell two thousand years ago, Adrienne would have been free to live her life as she saw fit without knowing someday she’d have to encounter him.
Yes, the whole thing traced back to the day he didn’t murder a witch in his town’s square. Considering all the blood he had spilled in his life, what would a little more have meant? Nothing what-so-fucking-ever.
He dropped to his knees and let out the roar he could no longer contain.
Hanzi was a monster. Why bother pretending anything else? It was so much easier to simply give in. Fuck the world.
Chapter Seven
H er lids were glued shut. She raised her hand to rub at them and hit something hard before she managed to reach her eyes. Not being able to move seemed...odd. Her brain wasn’t working well, and she wanted to go back to sleep. Only she was cold and, oh, so thirsty. How much alcohol had she consumed the night before? Today was going to be a hell of a hangover.
Except she hadn’t drunk anything she remembered. She’d been with Hanzi and they’d had incredible sex. Then something had happened.
Adrienne finally managed to wrench her eyes open and when she did her heart flip-flopped. She was in some kind of box. If she’d ever thought she knew fear before, she’d been wrong. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had to acknowledge her present situation was sort of funny...being boxed had never been on her list when she thought of personal terrors.
“Okay, Adrienne.” Her voice sounded hoarse, and her throat was dry. Why was she so thirsty? “Let’s think. Use your brain. You must know, somehow, what happened to you. Why are you in a box?”
She’d been with Hanzi. Yes, the great sex. They’d fallen asleep after he’d fed on her and she’d orgasmed as she never imagined possible. She had been warm and safe. Then she’d had some Hanzi dreams, which had been disturbing even though she’d not really been afraid. Something had woken her....
The whole mess rushed back to her. She had been attacked, and, shit, she had died. Some monster who thought she was Flicka had bit on her neck. The son-of-a-bitch. Fuck. Motherfucker. Shit. She couldn’t think of enough curse words. He had killed her in the grass.
And here she was in a box. What the fuck had Hanzi been thinking? He’d shared blood with her and she died. He had to know she was going to wake a vampire. Was a coffin some kind of ritual? Did all new undead monsters have to begin their second lives in utter terror?
Well, she was not going to spend another second in a coffin. Someone was going to let her out right away.
“Hey.” She banged on the ceiling of her prison. “Let me out.”
No one answered and she tried again. When she got her hands on Hanzi, she was going to ring his gorgeous neck.
Kicking got her no response either. What the hell was she supposed to do? Wait? Was the box some kind of lesson in patience?
Her whole body clenched in pain. She needed water. Adrienne gasped. No, she’d become a vampire. Her thirst required a different kind of relief. Blood. The world inside her box turned crimson for a second before it righted again.
Oh boy. Vampirism was going to take a little getting used to. Adrienne really didn’t want to kill anyone. There had to be a way. Jerome, or Feri’s version of him, had told her the royals had learned to control themselves. She would be able to figure it out, without the years of murders in her wake.
But first she needed out of her box.
“Think, damn it.”
She was a vampire. The change had to come with some perks. Hanzi was fast, and the ass who had ended her human life had been scary strong. She must be, too. No way should a box be able to hold her if she set her mind to it.
Adrienne
Few things would satisfy him, not a regular feeding in any case. What he wanted was to put his hands around the throat of the witch who had done harm to them. He blamed her for Adrienne’s death as well. If she hadn’t done her spell two thousand years ago, Adrienne would have been free to live her life as she saw fit without knowing someday she’d have to encounter him.
Yes, the whole thing traced back to the day he didn’t murder a witch in his town’s square. Considering all the blood he had spilled in his life, what would a little more have meant? Nothing what-so-fucking-ever.
He dropped to his knees and let out the roar he could no longer contain.
Hanzi was a monster. Why bother pretending anything else? It was so much easier to simply give in. Fuck the world.
Chapter Seven
H er lids were glued shut. She raised her hand to rub at them and hit something hard before she managed to reach her eyes. Not being able to move seemed...odd. Her brain wasn’t working well, and she wanted to go back to sleep. Only she was cold and, oh, so thirsty. How much alcohol had she consumed the night before? Today was going to be a hell of a hangover.
Except she hadn’t drunk anything she remembered. She’d been with Hanzi and they’d had incredible sex. Then something had happened.
Adrienne finally managed to wrench her eyes open and when she did her heart flip-flopped. She was in some kind of box. If she’d ever thought she knew fear before, she’d been wrong. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had to acknowledge her present situation was sort of funny...being boxed had never been on her list when she thought of personal terrors.
“Okay, Adrienne.” Her voice sounded hoarse, and her throat was dry. Why was she so thirsty? “Let’s think. Use your brain. You must know, somehow, what happened to you. Why are you in a box?”
She’d been with Hanzi. Yes, the great sex. They’d fallen asleep after he’d fed on her and she’d orgasmed as she never imagined possible. She had been warm and safe. Then she’d had some Hanzi dreams, which had been disturbing even though she’d not really been afraid. Something had woken her....
The whole mess rushed back to her. She had been attacked, and, shit, she had died. Some monster who thought she was Flicka had bit on her neck. The son-of-a-bitch. Fuck. Motherfucker. Shit. She couldn’t think of enough curse words. He had killed her in the grass.
And here she was in a box. What the fuck had Hanzi been thinking? He’d shared blood with her and she died. He had to know she was going to wake a vampire. Was a coffin some kind of ritual? Did all new undead monsters have to begin their second lives in utter terror?
Well, she was not going to spend another second in a coffin. Someone was going to let her out right away.
“Hey.” She banged on the ceiling of her prison. “Let me out.”
No one answered and she tried again. When she got her hands on Hanzi, she was going to ring his gorgeous neck.
Kicking got her no response either. What the hell was she supposed to do? Wait? Was the box some kind of lesson in patience?
Her whole body clenched in pain. She needed water. Adrienne gasped. No, she’d become a vampire. Her thirst required a different kind of relief. Blood. The world inside her box turned crimson for a second before it righted again.
Oh boy. Vampirism was going to take a little getting used to. Adrienne really didn’t want to kill anyone. There had to be a way. Jerome, or Feri’s version of him, had told her the royals had learned to control themselves. She would be able to figure it out, without the years of murders in her wake.
But first she needed out of her box.
“Think, damn it.”
She was a vampire. The change had to come with some perks. Hanzi was fast, and the ass who had ended her human life had been scary strong. She must be, too. No way should a box be able to hold her if she set her mind to it.
Adrienne
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