Chapter 119

Chimala paled visibly.

Heads whipped from one woman to another.

“Do you know her Ksenia?” Richie moved to her side, pulling her into his side, he felt her trembling.

“She...she killed my brother.”

You could hear a needle fall...

“She was the vampire?” Jon stared in disbelief at the wide green eyes of the girl.

Ksenia turned cold eyes towards Jon.

“This explains why you are so much more advance in skills. You have her blood inside of you. She survived the treatment.” Was he mistaken by the look of disgust in her eyes as she looked at him?

“That I did.”

“And for that you had to kill an innocent child?” Tears spilled down Ksenia’s face.

“I was starving. Your sick professor fed us just enough to survive. Without the boy’s blood I wouldn’t have been able to escape.”

“I wish you had died.”

“Sorry to disappoint you darling.” Her smile was cold as death.

Ksenia screamed, her feet carrying her towards the malicious woman but Richie’s strong arms kept her tightly to his frame, leaving her dangling, clawing viciously in the air.

“You better keep your pet on a leash. I wont be held responsible if something goes wrong.”

“I won’t either. I’ll kill you right where you stand.” Jon’s eyes glittered dangerously.

“Always the human sympathiser. Will you ever learn?” She smiled at Jon.

“You have much to learn but we aint here for a lesson in humanity. I want to know what I can do to help Ciara.”

“Then I guess you have to take me to her.”

Jon inclined his head.

“Follow me.”

The whole entourage arrived at the hotel room. A silence fell over the apartment, all eyes on the red haired woman inching closer to the bed. Jon followed her step for step, his eyes watching her warily.

Ciara lay on her side, hugging a pillow, her pale features bringing home just how ill she was.

“Richie could you come here for a moment?”



He sidled up next to her.

“Yeah?”

“Hold out your hand, please.” Her eyes glinted in the low light.

He held out his outstretched hand.

“Sorry about this.” She swiped with her nail over his wrist, a dark line appearing immediately as his blood surfaced.

“Ouch fuck!” He stared at her in disbelief.

“Now lower you wrist towards her mouth.”

“Excuse me?” He gaped at her.

“Just do it.”

He bent lower, not sure what the hell was going to happen, so he braced himself.

All breaths ceased.

Jon was sitting on the bed, his palm flattened on Ciara’s slender hip.

“What you up to Chimala?” He was not about to watch as another man feed her his blood, he grimaced at the thought.

“Keep it close to her lips. Let her smell it.”



All eyes were glued to the still form on the bed.

Ciara stirred slightly. Jon leaned forward, his eyes taking on a darker hue as he concentrated on her lips.

“Hold it....” Chimala’s quiet voice insisted.

Groaning softly, her nose wrinkled. She brushed her nose into her pillow as if to rid her of an unwanted scent.

Chimala brushed Richie’s hand away and he almost collapsed with relief. His eyes flicked over his blue eyed fanged friend and he thanked his stars Ciara didn’t take to his scent. The possession in his eyes was outright ludicrous!

“Its your turn now.” Chimala’s eyes rested on Jon.

Jon brought his wrist to his mouth, biting down he groaned as his fangs sliced through his skin.

Crimson ink seeped through the punctures. Before Jon even lowered his wrist, Ciara stirred, her face turning upwards, her lungs gulping in the air.

The moment his wrist touched her lip, she sighed contently, suckling on his offering.

“Oh my God!” was the only few words the party seemed to muster.

“Thats enough for now. You’re going to make her sick again.” She tapped his arm to coax it from the girl’s mouth.

Chimala acknowledged a fully aroused vampire as she met his fanged state, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

“What does this mean?”

The laughter was gone from her attractive face.

“You my dear friend, bonded yourself to this woman.”