by Lea Davies
As she fell to her knees, blood appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He smiled cruelly as he towered over her, but it froze on his face as she brought her blood-covered hand to her mouth and licked it hungrily.
“What the f....” Before he could finish his sentence, she was on him. He dropped to his knees as her fangs sank deep into his neck, and she sucked his life's blood. Power surged through her as she threw back her head and closed her eyes with deep satisfaction. Many years had passed since she had drunk the human to death when she first fed, and she wished that she could do it more often, but it was against vampire law.
She bit into him again, but there was no more to be had, and she threw him to the ground with disgust.
“Isabella will be pleased.” She thought as she looked down at the exsanguinated body lying at her feet. “When Matthew learns of this vile man's death, he will naturally assume that his child is responsible. Obviously, he would have told her of the stern warning he received from Isabella, and will be beyond angry that again, she has disregarded vampire law and killed her mother's attacker.”
She smiled as she remembered Isabella, calling it the “divide and conquer” phase. “He won't have any choice but to turn on her, and I can't wait to watch as it unfolds. Self-preservation is an extremely powerful emotion, and from what I know about Matthew, he has it by the bucket load.”
She wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with her fingertips and smiled as she walked around the corner and got into the waiting limousine.
“Isabella will be taking care of phase two later on tonight,” she thought excitedly. “Maybe she will let me join her and her guest. Back to the mansion.” She said to the driver. “If all goes well, it's going to be a long and satisfying evening.”
Scene Fifty-Three - Choices
Loud moans of intimate pleasure came unabated from the throat of the beautiful woman lying on the large four-poster bed that sat in the middle of the candlelit bedroom. Isabella's back arched as her lover's tongue hit its target again and again with expert precision, and she reached her final crescendo, crying out in absolute ecstasy.
She smiled wryly as her orgasm subsided. “Such experience for one so young.” She thought. The woman herself was so intensely enjoying the sexual act she was performing that she hadn't even noticed that Isabella had reached her peak. She reached down and tapped the head still between her legs.
The girl's eyes never left hers as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and moved up the bed to lay next to her. Isabella could taste herself on the girl's lips as they kissed, and this re-fueled her lust.
She liked the girl's boldness—her sass. Throughout the centuries, humans who had accidentally stumbled upon the fact that vampires were real, had sought her out and begged for the privilege of being transformed by the mother of all but one. Still, she had never gifted a single one of them. Instead, she had always personally chosen her children, and the girl in the bed with her now was no different. This time though, her choice to transform her wasn’t made out of want or desire; She was doing this because she intended to use her as a weapon.
Her thoughts turned to Matthew, and of how he had neglected her and his duties as a senior assassin since he had fallen in love. Although she had yet to meet her, Isabella hated his new child and wondered what made her special enough for him to turn his back on his Uno Parente and risk his very existence?
Her attention returned to the girl in her bed. “Are you ready, my dear?” She purred. “The girl opened her heavy-lidded eyes and focused on Isabella's beautiful face. “Yes,” She said. “I want this more than anything, but please don't forget your promise to me.”
Isabella's smile was cold and cruel as her hand made its way down to her lover's most intimate area. The girl opened her legs wider as Isabella's skilled fingers pleasured her, and moaning loudly with desire, she turned her head to the side in readiness.
As she orgasmed for the last time in her human life, Isabella ran her tongue along the skin of her neck and expelled fang serum into the wound as she bit and drank deeply from the throbbing vein in her throat.
When she was near death, Isabella drew her own blood from her wrist and offered it to the dying girl's lips. She drank eagerly as if her life depended upon it. It did. She fell back exhausted, and Isabella gently laid her head down onto the pillow.
“Sleep now, my dear.” She said. “I'll be here with your father for you to feed on when you wake up... Jessica”
END OF BOOK TWO
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About the author
Lea Davies is Originally from southeast London but now lives in Kent, the garden of England with her husband. She has two strapping sons, two beautiful daughters-in-law, and three wonderful grandchildren.
Other books by Lea Davies
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Book Three. War
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