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This stupid bitch has been questioning me for almost an hour now. Too bad for her, I only met my mate yesterday. It’s also a good thing she is inexperienced in this work and doesn’t know how to word her questions properly. I don’t know why she has such an interest in Ginger, or who else she is working with since she keeps deferring to her cell phone texts, but she won’t be around for too terribly long at this point anyway.
Perhaps if I can calm my beast long enough, I will ask her first, before I rip her to shreds. Her phone rings and she pricks her finger before waving it around. The action effectively turns my little prison bubble sound-proof, and she moves the phone to her face. Presumably to keep her phone call more private. From me at least.
Not many magicks can effectively trap a vampire. Our species was around before the witches, so most of their magicks don’t work as well on the older bloodlines. Not that I enjoy flexing my lineage, but in certain precarious situations, it can be an effective tool.
So how the fuck did this subpar youngling Ruby get the drop on me?
I’ve gone toe-to-toe with a nasty Ruby before. They use blood for casting, and while a vampire can create quite a bloody mess, a Ruby is only able to use their own blood. Or that of their own kin.
Glancing around at the heavily splotched ground that lines the bubble, I begin thinking she has no qualms against using the blood of her clan. At this amount, she most likely killed them. That says something about how much of a piece of shit you are when you start killing off your own kin. However, if they are anything like her, then perhaps they don’t deserve my sympathies.
Directing my attention back to my oh-so incredibly polite hostess, I watch as she seems to grow increasingly distressed with her phone call. After a few more seconds, her face crumples as the call ends and she stuffs the phone back into her pocket. After pacing and gnawing on a few of her fingernails, she comes to a decision. She stomps over to the edge of the bubble and smears the designs that run along the perimeter. I feel the hold on my body snap, but my feet still struggle to move.
“You’re free to go, but I have protective measures in place that will let me leave before you. Of course, there is the added point of...” She pricks her finger and whispers to it before flicking the blood droplets at me and I cringe. Even as someone who consumes blood, I am still disgusted by having it flung at me. “There. That should keep you from talking about anything. Too bad she didn’t mate with you. Then you wouldn’t have been bound by... well, pretty much any of this. Or the gag order I just put you under.”
I growl low and she shrugs at me before turning to walk the shoreline of the lake. She gets halfway to the treeline when the grip holding me in place finally deteriorates. In a blink I have the back of her head in my hand, holding her firmly in place and an inch off the ground. She yelps but I stop any sound from leaving her mouth by smashing an apple into it. I hear her jaw crack and the sound makes me smile.
Putting my mouth close to her ear, I give her a chance for a quick death. “My line is far too old to be affected by your inconsequential magicks. If not for the sacrificial blood you used to fuel your trap, I would not have been held by your pitiful magicks at all. Now tell me, who do you work for?”
She groans and coughs as bits of apple and teeth fly from her mouth, while a large chunk still remains in my fist.
“Just kill me. If I say anything to you, she will kill me. I’m doomed either way, and I will never betray my sister.” Interesting.
“Well in that case...” I smile and shove the large portion of apple I still held in my hand into her mouth. Glee fills me as I see the blood trickling down the sides of her mouth where the weak skin begins to tear. She grabs my wrists and begins clawing at my arms. But her attempts are futile as I use my fingers to continue shoving the fruit deeper into her esophagus.
The sounds of choking fill the air and I laugh.
Watching with disturbed fascination, I thoroughly enjoy that moment when her legs begin to vigorously shake. The involuntary movement shows how close to the end of her pitiful existence she has come. As her eyes roll back into her head, I make sure that the last thing she hears is my promise to end her sister, with my mate at my side.
When her body goes limp, I toss her into the lake. I give no fucks at all who discovers that body. But a smell hits my nose that I know all too well.
Death.
It’s a few hours old by now, which means it’s most likely the poor soul my torturer took to bind the circle. Walking back to the spot where I was confined, I continued following the smell, which brings me to a nearby bush. The horror inside has me raging.
I run back to the waters and grab hold of the woman’s body. I spend the next few minutes tearing it to shreds. Crying as I let my anger out in the most destructive way possible. No one will find what is left of the nameless woman. Her corpse will feed the fish of this lake and no one will know she has even left this world.
Unlike the body of the juvenile female that she carelessly tossed in the bushes. I’m sure the parents of the girl who appears to be no older than ten years of age, will mourn her passing.
Hell, I didn’t know her at all and I am mourning her.
I have not the slightest clue what is going on with these Ruby witches, but if they are needlessly killing children and coming after my mate...
I will happily end them all.
Just a Flesh Wound
Ginger
Ilook down at my dirty, tired feet and weep.
The leaf slippers finally gave out about two blocks back. Tossing the most useless strappy heels I ever regret wearing last night onto the floor, I flop on my couch and moan.
For a brief moment, I wonder if any of last night was worth the blisters I undoubtedly have. But even just the thought of Victor has my heart doing somersaults in my chest.
Traitor.
Yes, I am aware that speaking to my heart is probably not healthy. Do you know what else is not healthy?
