Blood Enchanted (Blood Enchanted, Book 1): A Vampire Hunter Paranormal Romance Series by Nicola Claire Page B
Authors: Nicola Claire
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Of course she would be nearby; she would have felt the Pull too.
“You’re a fucking freak of nature,” I said calmly, pocketing my phone.
“And proud of it,” she replied, doing the same with her own. It hadn’t always been that way, so I’ve been told. Georgia is close to my mother’s age, but looks in her late twenties. Her transition to functioning dhampir had taken some time. “Why am I here?” she asked casually, as if I called for her help all the time.
“Shifter, unknown species, origin possibly eastern European.”
“Oh, you really do have all the fun.” She sniffed the air, like I’d done. But whereas I could only smell an intricate layering of meaningless scents, Georgia could smell so much more. “Got him,” she announced, then flicked sharp eyes down to me. “Can you keep up?”
I wondered what emotions of mine she was scenting. Georgia was an empath, from one whiff she’d be able to tell exactly what I was feeling.
“I’m tired not incompetent,” I growled.
“There’s the spirit,” she chirped. Georgia chirping was a scary sight.
She took off at vampire speed, platinum blonde hair streaking out behind her. I kept pace, watching as the shadows wrapped around her, moulding to her body, stroking down her arms, encasing her thighs. Red softly glowed from her eyes, creating hazy laser light-like flashes through the darkness. From the corner of my eye I saw her Dark Shadow within turn its blank features towards me. A creepy sensation of being watched by a malevolent being chased down my spine.
I guessed that’s why I liked her. Being what she was couldn’t be easy. We had a lot in common.
“He’s pissed,” she said, sniffing the air like a hound. “And confused. No,” she corrected, “not confused.” She wrinkled her nose, cocked her head to the side, and smiled. “He’s mystified.” Her smile broadened. Then she turned her gaze to me and winked. “You learn something new every day,” she said, beaming.
“What, you hadn’t come across ‘mystified’ before?” I demanded, feeling the pace starting to get to me. I wouldn’t let her see it. I wouldn’t let anyone see it.
“Oh, ‘mystified’ I’ve scented. But ‘mystified’ mixed with such an intriguing and complex layering of emotions. Mmmm,” she purred in that vampire way she had, that fooled so many into thinking that’s all she really was, “tasty.”
“Nice,” I drawled. “When you stop slavering over your shifter starter course, tell me something I can work with.”
“Loyalty. Rage. Determination. Such fine strength filled emotions. Mystified. Worried. Fearful.” She shook her head, her pace slowing. “Such a conflict rising inside him. He’d follow his master anywhere, but he’s concerned about the path that he’s taking.”
She came to a stop in the middle of Parnell. Street lights flickered. The creak of a broken gate swinging on rusted hinges sounded out in the unnaturally still air. Stars attempted to peek out from behind roiling clouds. The smell of charred wood and smoke met my nose, delicately. Overlaid with the stench of unclean bodies and… blood.
I breathed though my mouth for a second, allowing my body to adjust.
“Who is his master?” Georgia asked.
“Can you scent him?” I replied, my hands already resting on my stakes.
Georgia’s shadows swirled around us, wrapping around me now as much as her. She was hiding us from sight, but there were other ways to detect if someone was near.
“I have not met the master’s scent before,” Georgia reminded me.
“Eastern European, level one Sanguis Vitam vampire, tasted my blood within the past twenty-four hours.”
She did stop breathing completely then. Without sucking in another breath of air, she murmured, “What have you got yourself into, little Nosferatin.”
“Hey! You’re half Nosferatin too,” I pointed out.
“Not my better half,” she admitted with a shrug. Georgia had a love-hate relationship
Of course she would be nearby; she would have felt the Pull too.
“You’re a fucking freak of nature,” I said calmly, pocketing my phone.
“And proud of it,” she replied, doing the same with her own. It hadn’t always been that way, so I’ve been told. Georgia is close to my mother’s age, but looks in her late twenties. Her transition to functioning dhampir had taken some time. “Why am I here?” she asked casually, as if I called for her help all the time.
“Shifter, unknown species, origin possibly eastern European.”
“Oh, you really do have all the fun.” She sniffed the air, like I’d done. But whereas I could only smell an intricate layering of meaningless scents, Georgia could smell so much more. “Got him,” she announced, then flicked sharp eyes down to me. “Can you keep up?”
I wondered what emotions of mine she was scenting. Georgia was an empath, from one whiff she’d be able to tell exactly what I was feeling.
“I’m tired not incompetent,” I growled.
“There’s the spirit,” she chirped. Georgia chirping was a scary sight.
She took off at vampire speed, platinum blonde hair streaking out behind her. I kept pace, watching as the shadows wrapped around her, moulding to her body, stroking down her arms, encasing her thighs. Red softly glowed from her eyes, creating hazy laser light-like flashes through the darkness. From the corner of my eye I saw her Dark Shadow within turn its blank features towards me. A creepy sensation of being watched by a malevolent being chased down my spine.
I guessed that’s why I liked her. Being what she was couldn’t be easy. We had a lot in common.
“He’s pissed,” she said, sniffing the air like a hound. “And confused. No,” she corrected, “not confused.” She wrinkled her nose, cocked her head to the side, and smiled. “He’s mystified.” Her smile broadened. Then she turned her gaze to me and winked. “You learn something new every day,” she said, beaming.
“What, you hadn’t come across ‘mystified’ before?” I demanded, feeling the pace starting to get to me. I wouldn’t let her see it. I wouldn’t let anyone see it.
“Oh, ‘mystified’ I’ve scented. But ‘mystified’ mixed with such an intriguing and complex layering of emotions. Mmmm,” she purred in that vampire way she had, that fooled so many into thinking that’s all she really was, “tasty.”
“Nice,” I drawled. “When you stop slavering over your shifter starter course, tell me something I can work with.”
“Loyalty. Rage. Determination. Such fine strength filled emotions. Mystified. Worried. Fearful.” She shook her head, her pace slowing. “Such a conflict rising inside him. He’d follow his master anywhere, but he’s concerned about the path that he’s taking.”
She came to a stop in the middle of Parnell. Street lights flickered. The creak of a broken gate swinging on rusted hinges sounded out in the unnaturally still air. Stars attempted to peek out from behind roiling clouds. The smell of charred wood and smoke met my nose, delicately. Overlaid with the stench of unclean bodies and… blood.
I breathed though my mouth for a second, allowing my body to adjust.
“Who is his master?” Georgia asked.
“Can you scent him?” I replied, my hands already resting on my stakes.
Georgia’s shadows swirled around us, wrapping around me now as much as her. She was hiding us from sight, but there were other ways to detect if someone was near.
“I have not met the master’s scent before,” Georgia reminded me.
“Eastern European, level one Sanguis Vitam vampire, tasted my blood within the past twenty-four hours.”
She did stop breathing completely then. Without sucking in another breath of air, she murmured, “What have you got yourself into, little Nosferatin.”
“Hey! You’re half Nosferatin too,” I pointed out.
“Not my better half,” she admitted with a shrug. Georgia had a love-hate relationship
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