In which she learns the fastest way to piss off a witch"I mean, okay." A scarred book nerd in shapeless clothes couldn't be anyone's fantasy.And that would suit me just fine. I was content with a quiet life, books and booze, periodically dreaming of a vampire, but now everything has changed. The safe, predictable life I thought I'd lead was turned upside down. I was terrified, yet I didn't feel much sadness as I watched that old life disappear."I'm sorry, Sam. I need to sort out some business. If you hear that I destroyed the whole nocturne, it probably won't be true." Clive changed gears, steering the car up a steep hill. He checked for traffic in both directions before he passed the intersection and climbed the next hill."Everything is fine." In any case, it will take several hours for my breathing to return to normal." Actually, no. I apologize for stopping by.” He reached out and squeezed mine for a moment. “Some of my kind need to be beaten to a pulp.""What's happening?""To
Disciplined the Vampire When no one rushed to the bar to hit me, Owen explained: "I'm a witch. All the witches who come here use white magic, earth magic. We do no harm with our spells." “Black witches use blood and death in their magic. Animal sacrifices, even humans, are used to increase the power of their spells. This is costly to their souls. Every time they practice black magic, they defile their souls. That's why it's called black magic; the practitioner's soul bears the imprint of his work." "Can you see people's souls?" “Their auras, yes. The aura is the manifestation of the soul. When you do evil, your soul becomes more sooty or black. We see the evil surrounding black witches. We stay away from them, and they from us." Owen switched to filling cups of snacks and looked around the room, feeling uneasy about the topic. I lowered my voice even more. "Do you see my aura?" Owen smiled, for the first time since I brought up the subject. “Werewolves are almost impossible to r
Clive is intimidatingly powerful for other vampires.Clive told Russell that he wouldn't give up something because of the fanaticism that mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears. Was all this rage really because of me? My stomach was cramped. Owen squeezed my knee.I didn't mean how it sounded. Vampires look down on all of us. I can only imagine how some of them would have reacted to Clive willingly touching a wolf. Owen stopped on the street a block from the store. He pulled the car into the parking lot and turned to me.“I heard there's a commotion among the vampires, so it might have absolutely nothing to do with you. I believe that some high-ranking vampire is visiting here now.And his retinue. It could be a power game to take San Francisco from Clive, or it could be a tribute visit. Based on the little vampire gossip I've heard over the years, Clive is intimidatingly powerful for other vampires."I looked out the window, remembering. I used to think of Clive as scary too. Then I spe
Merry Christmas, wonderful old building and credit!Clive leaned over me, worry written on his handsome face. Raising my hand, I touched his cheek, ran my fingers over his perfect forehead, and then pulled him to me, kissing him with all the hope and joy that remained in my broken heart.Drenched and shivering, I pressed my lips to Clive's. My stomach clenched as he scooped me up in his arms and began to climb the rocks, holding me close to him. I was at home! I was given another chance in life. It seemed to me that I should run through Bedford Falls18 with George Bailey19 wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.We passed a couple of his vampires who seemed disgusted that their master was kissing me. The old me would have fought to get him back on my feet and then distanced myself from him as far as possible. Sam, a Hell survivor, wrapped her arms around Clive's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
In Clive's homePulling the covers tight and tucking my hands under my armpits, I tried to hide the trembling that was shaking my body. I just felt cold. That's all.“Possibly, but most likely a sorcerer. Demons don't have the concentration needed to put in that much effort to kill. The sorcerer, however, uses the demon's knowledge and power to enhance his spells. I could be wrong, but I guess we're looking for a black witch who's crossed over into sorcerer territory,” Dave said.“Where, Sam guessed, tortured wolves probably come from. What do we know about Schuyler?" Clive asked.Dave shrugged. "Owen said he was going to ask his mom about her. According to him, he has known Schuyler for some time, and the black streaks in her aura came as a surprise to him."My teeth started chattering. "Dave, can you make Sam some cocoa?" Clive leaned closer, hugging me with one arm."Thank you. I don't know if that means anything, but I think I smelled a vampire, a wolf, and possibly a demon in her
He is super sexyThe same butler as before bowed to the "señor" as Clive passed. Clive headed straight for the stairs, but stopped on the second step. "Did you eat? Hungry?""Uh." I was actually hungry, but I had no idea if the vampires were eating. Clive never ate when he came to the bar. He just drank whiskey and left. They probably didn't have food in the house."Everything is fine."He studied me for a moment. "James, could you bring a late supper to the blue room for Miss Quinn?" He didn't wait for an answer as he continued up the stairs. We went up to the third floor and then turned down a long corridor, the walls of which were covered with brown Italian plaster. Tall windows overlooked the opposite side, rising to a five-meter ceiling."Isn't that a problem?" Clive turned to me."Hm?" I indicated."Window. Sun. Death."He rolled his eyes, a smirk on his lips. He directed me to the penultimate door in
Now I was in bed with CliveThe way he said "side" in an offended British accent made me snort and laugh. He rolled his eyes, which went back to their usual dark gray color. "Let's go," he said, leading me into his living room. "Would you like something to drink?""Do you have chocolate milk?"His face went blank. "No. I guess we don't.""Bummer."Narrowing his eyes, he motioned me to a gray and black striped couch. “Do you really want me to send someone for chocolate milk, or are you kidding me?”“Clive, lack of trust hurts." Confused, he looked charming."That's what I thought. Do you want me to send for tea?"“Can you guarantee that they won’t spit in there?” The vampires wanted to kill me. I was almost certain that adding bodily fluids to my tea was not an unreasonable concern.Clive thought for a moment. "A bottle of water?""That's it. No. I'm fine,” I said, running my hand over the soft damask fabric. He stood awkwardly for a second, noticed that his shirt was open, and began b
You must undress so I can protect you from the inside"I'm stuck in a vision. Someone is using you, my feelings for you, to keep me trusting and busy until a pack of vampires attacks or a guillotine falls.""We don't move in packs and...""The crowd?"He bit my bottom lip. "No. And I can assure you there are no heavy blades in the ceiling or walls."I studied the ceiling. "You are sure?"He looked at me. "Yes." Now I feel like we should move to the couch."Ha!" I hit him on the shoulder. “The suave," dreamy Clive wouldn't say that. He would say: "I will protect you from any danger with my vicious hot body. You're safe and now you must undress so I can protect you from the inside."“I don't think I like your dream Clive." Although, he thought, thinking. “Clive in the dream is right about something. "Let's undress you, Sam, so I can protect you from the inside." He laughed as he kissed my neck.As I reached for the buttons of my top, he caught my hand and kissed it." I was joking. You c