Barbie- The Vampire Hunter Boxset

by Lucinda Dark

  As I stepped towards the old witch, I knew that my decision would remove me completely from one of those realms. I accepted that fact. I knew that this would change me, but I was fucking done being the weak link.

  There was no going back after this, and with that understanding, I opened my mouth and I said the three words I knew would change me for fucking ever. “I need power.”

  Chapter 27

  Barbie

  I was asleep.

  And then … I wasn’t.

  I bolted up in bed, panting, chest aching. My hands reached out, sliding across semi-familiar covers as I tried to get my bearings. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was blood, heaps and heaps of it pouring down from gaping wounds. Slamming the end of my blade into a vampire’s body, slicing off his arms, listening to the sounds of his shrieking agony. Unfortunately, that wasn’t even the most disturbing part my memories were dredging up. No. It was the feeling that had sluiced through me as I’d done those things. The thrill of power in my veins had been sheer unadulterated pleasure.

  I had basked in that vampire’s pain. It was music to my ears—a veritable symphony that had relaxed my muscles and made me smile. A random vampire didn’t deserve such torment. I wanted to save all of that for the one who’d been behind the deaths of my family. I was a hunter, but I wasn’t a torturer.

  Are you so sure about that? Satrina’s question startled me, making my fingers clench in the bedsheets.

  What the hell do you mean by that? I demanded, heart racing.

  Do you remember anything else about your foray in the warehouse? she asked.

  Did I remember anything else? I shook my head. I remembered enough. Far too much, if I was being honest. Satrina’s snort was loud in my mind and I closed my eyes. Over and over in my head, I kept repeating: What the fuck? What the fuck? What the actual fucking fuck!

  We’ve gone over this, Barbie, Satrina said. With my power comes certain side effects.

  I swear to fucking God if you want to talk to me about having sex right now—

  That’s a problem that you will have to deal with whether you like it or not, she interrupted. But at the moment, you have a respite. Albeit a brief one. What I’m talking about are the side effects of using my powers. In using a demon’s powers, you take on a few of the—shall we say?—personality traits of said demon.

  “Are you fucking telling me that I’m turning into you?” I didn’t even have the wherewithal to reply silently. The words sprung from my lips, the sound of my voice echoing in the dimly lit room. A small clock somewhere in the house chimed three times. 3 o’clock. I glanced to the window. It was still dark outside. It must be 3 a.m. rather than p.m.

  No, of course not, Satrina replied, though there was some hesitancy to her tone. A wavering that said she wasn’t being completely honest.

  I gritted my teeth. Satrina, I enunciated her name with perfect clarity in my mind and I knew it captured her attention fully. I could feel her beneath the surface of my mind, focused and waiting. I am your portal into the mortal realm, I said. If you lie to me, I will ensure that this portal is closed to you. Permanently. Do you understand?

  A beat of silence lingered for just a moment before she responded. What are you going to do, Barbie? Kill yourself? Even a teenager such as you wouldn’t—

  Oh, but I would, I replied. She grew silent, and the longer her silence went, I knew she could sense the danger she was in. The promise of my words.

  You won’t turn into me, she hurried to say. But it’s bound to happen that some of my traits will bleed over when you consume my power.

  Why those traits? I hissed. And why did they make me feel like a goddamn monster? I didn’t voice that last question, but that didn’t erase the feeling. It still clung to me like the ghost of action I couldn’t take back.

  Barbie… Satrina sighed. What exactly is it that you think demons do down here in hell?

  I… I paused. Truth be told, I’d never actually given it much thought. I had initially assumed that demons were just … monsters. Pleasure seekers. I’d never really given much thought to the idea that they might have a purpose, that they might have jobs.

  We do, Satrina said, picking up on my thoughts. Demons are the punishers of sinners. We, the creatures built for sin, are tasked with the business of incarcerating and disciplining the mortal evils.

  Mortal evils? I repeated.

  Yes, she replied, her tone growing distant and cold. The mortal corrupt. Pedophiles. Rapists. Murderers. Even if they receive no punishment in life, in death, we demons take up the mantle of making sure the crimes they committed are paid for.

  You’re a torturer, I said, shocked by my own surprise. How had I not guessed before? I didn’t know. She was powerful, but she had seemed so unassuming, I supposed. At least, for a demon.

  It is one of the many titles I have been given, yes, she replied with a sigh. And likely the reason you acted as you did towards those vampires. Do remember, though, darling, she said reverting back to her normal tone. One that was far less serious and somehow, comforting. They are vampires and they have likely killed dozens if not hundreds of humans and not all of their prey went painlessly.

  The truth of her words didn’t erase what I’d done, but it did make me feel marginally better. Before I could say anything, however, Satrina spoke again. Beyond that now, your respite from the consequences of the power you consumed will come to an end soon.

  I blinked, jarred by the abrupt change of topic. What exactly caused that? I asked.

  I could sense her frustration like a rippling wave in an ocean, it started with her but stretched out, reaching throughout my own limbs, making me feel tingly. I’ve told you from the very moment you signed my contract, she began, that you would need a way to release the power you consume. I’ve warned you time and time again that you would have to give in and use one of my methods. Those little potions you’ve been drinking are Band-Aids whereas my methods are the cure. Have you listened, though? No. You have not. You are the reason for your own pain and you have no one to blame but yourself. I am a succubus. When you use a succubus’ powers, you are essentially using your life force. My life force, she stressed. The only way to replenish is to have sex or die.

  I stiffened. Have sex or die. Those were my options? Are those my only options? I asked.

  I heard her snarl as if she were sitting right next to me. Before she could muster up a scathing response, the door across from the bed clicked, alerting me to someone entering. I glanced to the side, but my weapons were nowhere to be found. I was not in the mood to be attacked again. I was the epitome of not today Satan. I fisted the sheets and slid to the side of the bed, urging my legs over as I kept my gaze trained on the door. I clenched my fists as I darted across the room to the other side of the entryway. The shadows seemed to converge on me. I didn’t know if I was calling them or if they were calling me, but whatever lingering effects of Satrina’s power had yet to abate. She was right. Though the pain was held at bay—by what, I wasn’t sure—I felt my entire body respond to it. Lapping it up like a hungry whore.

  I remained vigilant despite the chills chasing up and down my spine. My body tightened, preparing to take down an enemy, but as soon as I saw the familiar outline of the man who strode into the room, all of the tension drained out of me.

  “Shit,” he cursed when he saw the bed was empty. Before he could dash out of the room, however, I sighed and shoved the door closed behind him, resting my back against it. Maverick whirled around, his eyes wide, shoulders pulled taut beneath the black t-shirt he wore. “Barbie…” I couldn’t have stopped the shiver that worked its way through my whole body at the sound of my name on his lips if I had tried. “You’re awake.”

  I swallowed around a suddenly parched throat. “I am,” I croaked.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked, his autumn burnt eyes resting on me and taking me in.

  Unable to respond verbally, I gave him a simple shrug and stepped away from the door, mo
ving around him and back to the bed. Now that I knew he wasn’t a threat, I needed to sit down. My legs were trembling.

  I sank onto the mattress, my fingers digging into the side as I tried to control the power echoing inside me.

  There’s only one thing you can do, Satrina warned me again. I shook my head, slamming the door shut on her and turning the lock. I couldn’t focus on both her and Maverick in the same breath. I was too exhausted and on edge right now.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I realized a bit belatedly that the room I was in was cold, chillingly so. I shivered as the fan above me churned and spun, sending out small dust particles that made my nose itch and more cool air circulate which made goosebumps rise along my shoulders and limbs.

  “Barbie?” Maverick said my name again, a question on his lips as he moved closer and for the first time since he entered, I realized what else was happening.

  My body was hot. Not just hot, it was burning up. Heat flared beneath my skin, rippling in waves. Down my arms, through my legs, up my inner thighs—heading straight for… Oh fuck. The thought erupted into my head as I released a grunt and doubled over. My core tightened. Desire licked up my spine, making me arch back.

  “Barbie!” Maverick came around the bed and reached for me. Before I could even think about it, I shoved him. The movement so rough and strong, he slammed into the wall across from me.

  “Oh shit, Maverick, I’m sorry.” My hands shook as I lifted them to try and help, but I stopped and looked at them. I couldn’t touch him right now. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. My whole being was screaming at me to take him, to use him, to ride him until all of this power that had built up inside me could be released. But I wouldn’t—I couldn’t. In the shape I was in, I’d take him without consent. I knew, with Satrina’s power, he wouldn’t be able to stop me. I couldn’t do that to him.

  As if sensing the dangerous and precarious cliff I stood on, Maverick slowly got to his feet. He didn’t make any sudden movements as my insides rioted and squirmed within me. It was painful. Jagged pieces of glass shredding at my intestines, demanding their release. My eyes watered with the effort it took to remain right where I was.

  “You have to go,” I gritted out. “I’m sorry, you have to—you have to go, Mav. I don’t know how long I can hold it in.”

  Eyes like a dying rose, brown and aged—beauty in its own demise—met mine. “Let me help you,” he said.

  “No, you can’t.” I shook my head. “I need more of Esperanza’s medicine, that’s the only thing—”

  “Barbie, we just gave you some,” Maverick interrupted me.

  “W-what?”

  His lips turned down as he edged closer to me, coming to the side. He was nearly to the bed and all I could think of was pushing him down on the mattress, ripping open his jeans and straddling him until the pain turned to something a bit more pleasurable.

  “We’ve been giving you doses of the medicine while you slept for hours,” Maverick informed me. “Your last dose was given to you fifteen minutes ago. If you’re awake and in pain, then it’s not working anymore, Barbie. There’s nothing else we can do. You have to let me help you.”

  His fingers reached for me, the tips just barely skimming down my arm. Neither of us knew it then, but that one simple touch—even as innocent as it was meant to be—was the beginning of the downfall. His and mine.

  Chapter 28

  Maverick

  She was shaking, and she was fucking beautiful. Her eyes were glowing, but both remained the same blue shade they’d always been. Barbie tracked my movements like a caged animal, but she wasn’t the prey. I was. And strangely, I found myself okay with that. The last few hours had been some sort of self-imposed hell for me. After that initial dose of medicine from Esperanza, I’d given it to her the way the old witch had originally suggested. But as time crawled by, it had become clear that the potion wasn’t working anymore. Now, it was completely useless.

  I was pretty sure I knew what would happen if I touched her. My back still twinged from when she’d thrown me against the wall. The utter shock and fear written across her face had morphed immediately, guilt taking its place. Right now, all I focused on was the hunger. Whether she knew it or not, we’d been building towards this moment since the first moment she stepped into my family’s house.

  “You have to let me help you,” I said. Barely a whisper on my tongue, but my words were loud in my ears. I wanted it. I wanted her. For the rest of my goddamn life, I’d always want her. That much was clear. Esperanza would make it happen. The deal I’d struck—much like the one Barbie had with her demon—would ensure that I couldn’t be left behind. I wouldn’t be the weak link anymore. I’d be her protector.

  I reached out, impossibly slow—too slow. I wanted to rush. I wanted to bowl over her, take away the pain and sink into her depths. I wanted to do what I’d been craving to since I realized the truth about her. She was impossible to control. Stronger than she looked. And loyal to a fault. She didn’t stop me. I didn’t give her a chance to. Her eyes widened when my fingers grazed her arm. Electricity moved from her to me. I felt it—the wave of power that was tightly contained inside the small body that housed Barbie Steele, the demon possessed vampire hunter.

  “Oh Mav…” Her lips twitched, a grimace of resolve and sadness.

  In a blink of movement, Barbie’s fingers had grasped me by the front of my shirt and dragged me down. Her mouth slammed into mine. Hard. One moment, we were moving slow, practically frozen in place. The next, we were barreling down a racetrack at a breakneck speed. One wrong move and we’d go up in flames.

  I kissed her back, devouring the hunger in her, letting her use me to ease her agony. My hands went to her shoulders and I pushed her back onto the bed. Her spine settled into the mattress, but her lips never left mine. I traced my fingers down her arms and moved them to the hem of the big, gaping t-shirt Esperanza had changed her into. I whipped it up over her head and the keening sound that erupted from her throat as my mouth left hers would forever haunt me.

  As soon as I sent the fabric flying to the floor, Barbie’s nails sank into my chest through my own shirt. The piercing sting of pain was nothing compared to the ravenous fucking hunger that threatened to devour me if I didn’t have her. I jerked my own shirt off, needing the softness of her skin against mine, and sent it in the same direction before shoving myself against her—her bra covered breasts against my pecs. Fuck, if she didn’t feel like a silken slice of heaven.

  “Maverick.” Her voice was deeper, balanced on a knife’s tip.

  I held off, wanting to kiss her again so fucking badly that my lips tingled. I’d hear what she had to say first and if she thought to make me stop, well, I’d cut off my own dick before I hurt her—but I wouldn’t allow her to hurt herself, not when I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  I met her eyes and even the supernatural glow of them was sexy. Like she was lasering me with her complete and utter focus.

  “If we start this, I won’t be able to stop,” she warned.

  “We’re not stopping,” I said with a shake of my head. “No fucking way.” My own tone was rough and low with the heaviness of my desire.

  “I-I might do something that you don’t—” she started, but I cut her off.

  “I want it,” I said. “Whatever you do to me, I want. Sink your fucking nails in, Barbie. I can take it.”

  “I could hurt you, Mav. You’re human and I’m … not anymore.” I could tell those last two words hurt her. Even if she wanted the power of her demon, even if she was resolved to it, it bothered her. We weren’t thinking about that tonight, though. Tonight, I was going to sink past all her barriers and I was going to wreck her fears, make her forget everything but me. When she was in my arms, I wanted to be the only thing on her mind. Not her fear. Not her vengeance. Not fucking Torin. Me. Her. That was it.

  “Hurt me, Barbie,” I whispered. I leaned closer, letting my breath rush over the top of her ear. “
You can make me bleed for you if you want because I promise, Princess, I give as good as I get.”

  An indelicate snort slipped from her, even as her lips creased with repressed pain. I pulled back and gazed down at her. “Remember what I said to you the first time you confronted me about your parents?” she asked. The glow had settled into her eyes, but more than that—it settled into her very skin. Even if I hadn’t been introduced to the dark creatures of the supernatural world—hadn’t known what she now was—I would’ve been aware that I held something very unique in my arms. Something that wasn’t of this world.

  “Yeah?” I managed to grunt as her lower body shifted against mine, rubbing against my cock.

  “Thou shalt not try me, Maverick Mcknight,” she said, arching her back. “I warned you.”

  Teasing. This girl was fucking teasing me. Neither I nor my cock could take it any longer. “Did you?” I smirked, rolling my hips into hers.

  Her hands reached up, nails biting into my shoulders as her eyes blew open wide. Her pupils dilated. Lips parted. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And for at least tonight, she was all mine.

  When at last, she settled, her teeth visible as she sank her canine into her lower lip and looked up at me with so much desire, I was actually worried for a moment that it would be the death of me. What a way to fucking go. Hell, I’d let her fucking devour me whole if she would just look at me like that.

  “You didn’t take my warning,” she whispered. “You tried me, Maverick.”

  A grin overtook my face and I leaned down close. “What’s my prize?” I whispered back.