everything. Now I just needed a
spooky partner who believed in conspiracy theories, alien
abductions, a
nice basement office, and I would be set. Kicking off my chunky boots, I sat down on the edge of the bed and relaxed. Still a bit shaken from the incident earlier in the evening, I tried to center myself and unwind. The flavor of Vlad's flesh lingered in my mouth. Vampires tasted like ashes to me. I had never understood the attraction of feeding off another Vamp. It's true that Vampire blood tasted different from humans, but I couldn't get past the tang of ash. I would rather lick a dirty ashtray.
Once I fell back on the bed, I unzipped my pants and pushed them off. My shirt quickly followed creating a heap on the floor. I dropped back into the sheets in my bra and panties and started making snow angels, enjoying the feel of warm cotton against my flesh. I rolled onto my side and slipped my arm beneath my head. Several heavy blankets covered the only window in my bedroom. The bottom edges of the blankets were pinned back, allowing me to enjoy my sixth floor view of Las Vegas. Through the rain streaks I could see the glittering lights of the casinos in the distance. Well off the Strip, I was still near enough to head down if I wanted, yet far enough away to avoid the tourists who flocked there. Las Vegas had become a haven for Inhumans ever since they broke ground in the middle of the Nevada desert. With the constant influx of humanity, Inhumans could blend in easily and get lost. Vampires especially loved Sin City. The multitudes of naive tourists provided a constant food source and usually weren't missed too quickly. It gave the Vamps a chance to cover their tracks. I reached out and undid the hook allowing the blankets to fall over the window. Sliding the cool cotton sheets over my body, I rested my head on the pillows. I wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. I had to finish processing Vlad, and deal with Elena. It was not going to be a good day.
Chapter I was right.
"Worthless leech!"
I struggled against Elena's invisible hold. She caught me as soon as I came in the door. She snatched me from the floor and slammed me repeatedly against the wall with her magic. Office personnel scattered like cockroaches as the powerful Witch advanced on me. A warm trickle of blood ran down my forehead from where it cracked into the drywall. I kicked and fought against her grip, but it was kind of difficult to fight something I couldn't touch. My anger welled up like a geyser in my chest threatening to explode. If she released me, I would bleed the Witch dry. I fell to the floor.
Acquiring my target, my eyes glossed over black. I charged without a second thought, my fangs bared and my claws fully extended. Leaping off the edge of a nearby desk, I gave myself fully to the kill. I didn't care about my status as a Seeker, that we were in the middle of the Brimstone offices, or that she was one of the most powerful Witches I had ever seen. The blood rage had me. I moved fast, faster than a human could track. I could smell her dry, earthy scent inches from my face.
nice basement office, and I would be set. Kicking off my chunky boots, I sat down on the edge of the bed and relaxed. Still a bit shaken from the incident earlier in the evening, I tried to center myself and unwind. The flavor of Vlad's flesh lingered in my mouth. Vampires tasted like ashes to me. I had never understood the attraction of feeding off another Vamp. It's true that Vampire blood tasted different from humans, but I couldn't get past the tang of ash. I would rather lick a dirty ashtray.
Once I fell back on the bed, I unzipped my pants and pushed them off. My shirt quickly followed creating a heap on the floor. I dropped back into the sheets in my bra and panties and started making snow angels, enjoying the feel of warm cotton against my flesh. I rolled onto my side and slipped my arm beneath my head. Several heavy blankets covered the only window in my bedroom. The bottom edges of the blankets were pinned back, allowing me to enjoy my sixth floor view of Las Vegas. Through the rain streaks I could see the glittering lights of the casinos in the distance. Well off the Strip, I was still near enough to head down if I wanted, yet far enough away to avoid the tourists who flocked there. Las Vegas had become a haven for Inhumans ever since they broke ground in the middle of the Nevada desert. With the constant influx of humanity, Inhumans could blend in easily and get lost. Vampires especially loved Sin City. The multitudes of naive tourists provided a constant food source and usually weren't missed too quickly. It gave the Vamps a chance to cover their tracks. I reached out and undid the hook allowing the blankets to fall over the window. Sliding the cool cotton sheets over my body, I rested my head on the pillows. I wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. I had to finish processing Vlad, and deal with Elena. It was not going to be a good day.
Chapter I was right.
"Worthless leech!"
I struggled against Elena's invisible hold. She caught me as soon as I came in the door. She snatched me from the floor and slammed me repeatedly against the wall with her magic. Office personnel scattered like cockroaches as the powerful Witch advanced on me. A warm trickle of blood ran down my forehead from where it cracked into the drywall. I kicked and fought against her grip, but it was kind of difficult to fight something I couldn't touch. My anger welled up like a geyser in my chest threatening to explode. If she released me, I would bleed the Witch dry. I fell to the floor.
Acquiring my target, my eyes glossed over black. I charged without a second thought, my fangs bared and my claws fully extended. Leaping off the edge of a nearby desk, I gave myself fully to the kill. I didn't care about my status as a Seeker, that we were in the middle of the Brimstone offices, or that she was one of the most powerful Witches I had ever seen. The blood rage had me. I moved fast, faster than a human could track. I could smell her dry, earthy scent inches from my face.