Not when I’m in control.
“Bite me,” I breathe against his lips. “Make me bleed.”
“As you command, my love.”
The moment his fangs sink into my neck, his nails drag deep into my flesh. I hiss, biting back the scream that climbs into my throat. My greedy monster draws a helping for himself, my blood creeping through his mouth and down his throat before he pulls back, only to dive right back into my shoulder. This time, as it’s drawn from me, he lifts slightly for it to flow down my chest.
My body vibrates, the sensation of my vital life pouring from me now tingling at my fingertips. It’s like feeling water dripping down the skin, a refreshing caress. Each nerve in my spine tingles as I lift the cerise liquid around us.
It’s now I hear the first scream, and my heart steadies.
I’m in my element.
“Watch what I do best,” I breathe out as his mouth finds its way back to mine briefly, before pulling away. His eyes drink me in from head to toe, then turns his gaze outward. My blood circles us as I twist my hands outward, shifting and forming it into a tight line, fine as wire and sharp as knives.
I release a breath. The music blurred into a thumping noise in my ears, the lyrics and rhythm fading away.
Thump.
Or is that my heart?
Once I’m happy with the strength of my bloody wire, I throw my hands outward. The circle expands and opens up across the dance floor.It goes as far as possible before it’s too thinned out to do anything but pelt against bodies as mere liquid.
However, for those within the immediate area, they were least lucky—or, very much so. Depending on how they would perceive a quick death.
The bodies that had been dancing amongst us fall. Heads or torsos are severed, depending on their heights. Limbs hit the floor in a chaotic cascade, the heavy thuds barely managing to cut through the pounding bass of the music—audible only because of the sheer number that drop at once.
Red fluid spews upward, cascading over not only Kai, but myself.
I just know my smile looks psychotic. I’ve not really had anaudienceduring my kills. Jonathan, blessed be his dead ass, was lucky to get to see such a show before his own death.
The air is thick with the metallic scent, and as the survivors of my first attack begin to scramble, their screams cut through the chaos.
Tilting my head back, I roll it slightly before raising my hand. The blood pooling around me—mine and that of the dead—lifts at my command, twisting into sharpened blades. Throwing them outward, I feel them slice through flesh, and it’s like my skin can sense the cuts. I’m hit by the sensation of my blood rushing through their veins, surging straight to their brains.
It's euphoric.
The ones that survive the impact begin to feel the pressure ofmeinside of them, expanding their skulls as I have showcased on so many occasions. Loud pops of cracking bone echo through the club as I drive my blood-forged blades through them. Over the relentless music, the muted thuds of bodies hitting the floor mix with the wet, sickening splatter of ruptured flesh.
Looking up at the second floor, people scream and run about like chickens with their heads cut off.
I’m picking up my blood when I hear feet across the space behind me. They become silent as when I turn, four men are raising guns toward us.
They fire, and one penetrates my shoulder, the sting of the bullet burning into my flesh causing me to hiss.
“Assholes!”
A hand is in front of my face, the bullets that would have pierced my forehead now embedded into it. “May I?” Kai purrs, his hand dropping, shaking free the bullets from in his palm.
I know if I said no, that I could handle it, he wouldn’t stand in my way. My old self, before allowing myself to becomehis, would have utterly despised even the thoughtof letting him help.
This…newme wants him to be at my side. In every aspect of my life, and allowing him to murder for me, has my clit throbbing for him to suck on it when he’s done.
“Make it hurt,” I say before turning my attention upward.
Grabbing hold of my blood, I thrust it straight toward the ceiling, right to the hanging crystals. A high-pitched ping, almost akin to an electric aftershock, fires off as the wires recoil and whip through the air.
One after another, they snap, and shrieks turn into groans as they slam down onto the people attempting to run for the stairway. A few braved the fall and jumped, the sounds of their ankles cracking and bones snapping like a fucking choir.
