The Witch's Vampire (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Springs Series) by Jami Brumfield
Authors: Jami Brumfield
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deafening silence of the house. “Gregor?” the scent of blood and something else, sadness maybe, assaulted his senses as he took a few more steps into the darkness. His teeth elongated at the smell of the delectable treat that awaited him. It was the one thing he hated about being a vampire, his thirst for blood was always present under the surface, teasing and tempting him. Marissa kept him well fed, and her Fae blood was far more delicious than human, but he hadn’t drank from her for hours. His mouth watered at the delightful smell as his eyes adjusted to the darker environment. Any fear he felt before was being overrun by the need to feed.
His night vision was one of his favorite enhancements, next to strength and speed. Those and many more gifts made up for the miserable addiction to blood. Being able to see in the dark gave him an element of surprise in case there were enemies in the midst.
When he reached the first level of the basement he heard sobs, heart wrenching sobs, but saw nothing out of place. The only sign something was terribly wrong was the smell, it had gotten far stronger than he expected, almost overpowering, and for a vampire that would mean there was a lot of blood. He rushed down the sub-basement steps and found Gregor, legs tucked under his chin, rocking back and forth as he cried. It was a sight he’d never imagined ever seeing. It wasn’t until he pulled back from the overpowering vision of his indestructible father overtaken by grief that he saw the dead bodies that surrounded him. There were at least ten broken, bloody bodies piled at his feet, maybe more.
“Father?” his voice was shaky and soft. Gregor was the only real father he’d known. He rescued Giovanni from a life of squalor and raised him to become the prince he was today. He was stern, immovable at times, and rarely broke the rules, but he was Gio’s only role model, and seeing him like this was earth shattering in more ways than he could ever imagine.
Gregor looked like the nineteen year old boy he was when he’d first been made, not the strong, confident father he’d known all his life. He stood up on shaky legs and held his bloody hands out, a look of sadness mixed with anger and something else crossed his face. That ‘something else’ looked like insanity, but he wouldn’t accept that. He needed his father to be determined and unshakable. He needed to know insanity didn’t come with immortality. It was his greatest fear come to life. Vampires were known to snap from time to time, the mere idea of immortality fed by life blood can push a man to the brink. Watching all you hold dear and love die, pushing away those that you could become close to in order to save yourself from the pain of losing them, living in forced seclusion to maintain sanity can also bring about insanity.
“Father, what happened?”
“They attacked me.” His voice sounded so far away. Soft, melodic, with a twinge of something he refused to recognize.
His mannerisms and speech forced Giovanni to consider that his father was going insane. He didn’t want to believe it, but the scene before him painted a terrifying picture. Gio never imagined this coming.
He’d been part of some terrible acts in his past, things that proved he could be a monster, but the Mancuso family had abided by a loose code that made their actions more justified than other vampires. They weren’t without fault, but they tried to be monsters with morals. This sight threw all of that out the window. Many of these poor souls were their friends, and the brutality of which they died was unthinkable.
“It’s okay, father. Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re going to be welcoming a large number of vampires into our family. They’re going to need to see you strong.” Gio held out a hand and waited for Gregor to move toward him. At least he hoped they were sired. His father had fail-safes in place and that most likely meant they’d
His night vision was one of his favorite enhancements, next to strength and speed. Those and many more gifts made up for the miserable addiction to blood. Being able to see in the dark gave him an element of surprise in case there were enemies in the midst.
When he reached the first level of the basement he heard sobs, heart wrenching sobs, but saw nothing out of place. The only sign something was terribly wrong was the smell, it had gotten far stronger than he expected, almost overpowering, and for a vampire that would mean there was a lot of blood. He rushed down the sub-basement steps and found Gregor, legs tucked under his chin, rocking back and forth as he cried. It was a sight he’d never imagined ever seeing. It wasn’t until he pulled back from the overpowering vision of his indestructible father overtaken by grief that he saw the dead bodies that surrounded him. There were at least ten broken, bloody bodies piled at his feet, maybe more.
“Father?” his voice was shaky and soft. Gregor was the only real father he’d known. He rescued Giovanni from a life of squalor and raised him to become the prince he was today. He was stern, immovable at times, and rarely broke the rules, but he was Gio’s only role model, and seeing him like this was earth shattering in more ways than he could ever imagine.
Gregor looked like the nineteen year old boy he was when he’d first been made, not the strong, confident father he’d known all his life. He stood up on shaky legs and held his bloody hands out, a look of sadness mixed with anger and something else crossed his face. That ‘something else’ looked like insanity, but he wouldn’t accept that. He needed his father to be determined and unshakable. He needed to know insanity didn’t come with immortality. It was his greatest fear come to life. Vampires were known to snap from time to time, the mere idea of immortality fed by life blood can push a man to the brink. Watching all you hold dear and love die, pushing away those that you could become close to in order to save yourself from the pain of losing them, living in forced seclusion to maintain sanity can also bring about insanity.
“Father, what happened?”
“They attacked me.” His voice sounded so far away. Soft, melodic, with a twinge of something he refused to recognize.
His mannerisms and speech forced Giovanni to consider that his father was going insane. He didn’t want to believe it, but the scene before him painted a terrifying picture. Gio never imagined this coming.
He’d been part of some terrible acts in his past, things that proved he could be a monster, but the Mancuso family had abided by a loose code that made their actions more justified than other vampires. They weren’t without fault, but they tried to be monsters with morals. This sight threw all of that out the window. Many of these poor souls were their friends, and the brutality of which they died was unthinkable.
“It’s okay, father. Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re going to be welcoming a large number of vampires into our family. They’re going to need to see you strong.” Gio held out a hand and waited for Gregor to move toward him. At least he hoped they were sired. His father had fail-safes in place and that most likely meant they’d
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