Mag-log inKieran’s POV.
I stare deep into Caius' red blooded eyes as fear curls around my chest, curling around it so tightly I barely have the strength to breathe. The variations of colour in his eyes makes my entire being tremble from deep within me. And I know the reason behind this colour. He's hungry. I swallow hard as I roll down the window. The muscles in his jaw tighten and his nostrils flare. Amongst the feeling of fear flooding within me, is a single stroke of annoyance made entirely by rejection. He hates my scent. “What are you doing here, human?” he asks while still watching me. Oh fuck. Lust covers the surface of the fear coursing through me, diluting it enough for my stomach to coil with desire. His voice is as deep and rich as the colour dusting his eyes. I raise a trembling finger towards where Beau is providing his consorting service. Caius doesn't even follow my finger. He doesn't move at all. “Why are you here? How did you find me?” I ask. My vampire stares me down, looking at me in disgust. I want to counter his look with one of my own but even if I tried more, I can't manage that. He is by far the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Vampires are meant to be beautiful but my vampire is breathtaking. “Some humans claim they never forget a face, right?” He replies, breathing heavily. I nod. “Well… I never forget a scent.” Again, my head nods in understanding. “So you were close by?” Caius’ lips part and I see the tips of his canine as they elongate into fangs. This is what happens when they're too hungry. They can't control it and even though he finds me repulsive, he can't resist the smell of blood. He only sees me as food. I swallow back the temptation to ask him to feed from my blood. “No, I smelled yours before you even reached the colony.” I blush. He doesn't say it with disgust but like he's stating a fact. There aren't a lot of humans around their colony so it makes sense that he remembers mine. Caius tilts his head to the side, humming low in his throat. “You need to leave.” He says. “I can't. Not without my friend.” I argue with a fleeting courage while I nod towards the house Beau just went through. He raises a brow. I glance outside and I notice his kind walking down their porch towards my car. Fear claws at the little control I've managed to have. “I'm one of the most respected and strongest vampires but they are not in their right frame of mind. They are too hungry to listen to me right now.” Too hungry? How's that possible? Every vampire has a human assigned to them and it's the responsibility of every consort to serve when they're needed. Why are they so hungry? I feel my pulse quickening as vampires move closer to where we are. “You need to calm your pulse. The faster your blood pumps, the faster it carries your scent to them.” Caius says irritably, tightening his hand around the side of the door. Caius glances at the approaching creatures with creased brows before he opens the passenger door and cramps his long limbs into the vehicle. My eyes sweep up his attire—black dress pants with black collared shirt. He points in a direction and tells me to drive that way. “What about Beau? I can't leave him behind.” “I'll make sure your friend is safe for the night,” he promises. “But we need to leave now.” I hesitate because this creature could be taking me anywhere for all I know to trade me with another vampire for a new consort. Then he speaks to me with a sharp edge that keeps my fear intact. “I will not hurt you, but they will. We need to move now!” I lick my lips and with trembling hands. I put the car into gear and drive towards where Caius points. I try to look back guiltily towards the house Beau is in but I can't see anything other than red eyes with hungry gazes everywhere. We drive until well past the colony and when I started getting worried about my fuel gauge, Caius pointed me to a gravel road that I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. Caius told me to wait in the car so he'd check around. “What for?” “To make sure every unwanted visitor gets back to the colony.” Trepidation runs through my blood but I try to calm my breathing as Caius' words ring in my head again. I lock the car doors again. I may have never travelled to the colony before but buying something about this feels very off. The Vampires were giving consorts and even a modern living environment. So why are they so vile? I chew on my bottom lip, all the stress becomes focused on the lip currently between my teeth. I chew on it so hard that a small cut pierces through the supple flesh. I wince and allow my tongue, run across it. The coppery tang of blood met my taste buds. Seconds later, Caius is back by my windowside. “Did you get any lurkers?” I ask, rolling down the window. He doesn't answer me. He is still like a statue. Then his eyes rake my face until they narrow at my bottom lip. I feel another drop of blood flow on my lip and I also lick it up with my tongue. Caius' eyes follow the action. He reaches for my face with hands so strong, they could break me if they wanted to. It's like I'm in another world. His fangs elongate more, making my heart beat out of control. He lures me in with his red eyes and his scent puts me in a sense of false peace. My chest squeezes together in anticipation when he pulls me closer to him. Caius drags his slender fingers through my hair and pulls me closer by my nape. His scent draws me closer to his lips. His hands are as soft as snow. He leans closer to my lips, leaving little to no space between us. My breath accelerates as his breath ghosted my face.Kieran’s POV The next few minutes are unadulterated chaos. Caius manages to keep Bonnie from escaping, but with Evans’ quickly deteriorating state, we end up needing her help.He’s unconscious and rapidly losing blood. Even his pulse is slowing. Caius’ red eyes sear me as I suggest letting her go.“She’ll kill you, human,” he mutters. “Letting her go is out of the question.”“We need her help!”Bonnie stares defiantly.ahead. Even though she’s a Secondary, she has the same sense of pride as vampires. She’s not angry that she’s being held captive. She’s angry she slipped up enough to get in that predicament in the first place.Caius shakes his head. “Enough.”Evans is curled into a small heap beside me. I've switched out the clothing in front of his stomach, twice. His paleness takes on a sickly hue, and I know he doesn’t have much longer. Caius has made it clear time and time again that he doesn’t care whether Evans lives or dies, but I do.And I know if the roles were reversed, h
Kieran’s POV Her words sound muffled, muted even against the blood rushing against my ears. I try to respond but my speech sounds garbled. Or maybe that’s just the noise it’s making in my brain, because I don’t think I actually manage to make a sound. “Inside that duffle bag, there is a picture,” Caius answers. “It is tucked beneath two sweaters. We believe it’s a member of my family. A fellow Secondary.” Bonnie tilts her chin up in defiance. “And who might this family member be?” “According to the picture, it's Archer Robbins.” “According to the picture?” she questions and narrows her eyes. “His name is written on the back. I lost my memory when I turned,” Caius responds in a clipped tone. “I obviously can’t be sure if the name is an accurate reflection of the person.” Caius is never afraid, and in moments like this, it becomes apparent. Sometimes I envy him for not feeling emotion. Bonnie’s gaze slides over to the duffle bag. She jerks the end of her gun to the side and
Kieran’s POV The woman shifts her gaze to Evans. He slowly lowers the map before raising his hands in the same fashion as me. Her eyes spark with approval before she slowly moves her focus to Caius.“That applies to you too, vamp,” she snarls.I keep my eyes on her, but I can feel Caius stiffen beside me. He could easily attack this woman and take her down. No question. But there’s no way he can outrun a bullet. If she shoots me, he won’t be able to do anything to stop it. And if he steps in front of me, that’ll make me even more of a target.I may not be able to hear Caius’ thoughts, but I’ve been with him long enough to start to understand his line of thinking.“Don’t test me,” she growls. “These bullets will kill the humans on impact. But they’re made of something potent enough to kill you, too.”Poison.The bullets are made of poison. I start trembling with fear. Realistically I know Caius will be fine. He says my blood is strong enough to protect him. But what if there’s a
Kieran’s POV I clutch the duffle bag to my chest as Caius races through the endless, frigid terrain. Cold wind slaps against my face, its fingernails of ice scraping against the soft flesh of my cheeks. Everything burns. I try to cover myself more with my jacket, but it just as quickly falls again. My eyes water when I try to spot Evans behind us. He’s barely keeping up with his electronic motorcycle. He must have done work on it before he started using it in the war, though. The bike that used to have a soft purr has now dissipated to silence. No wonder Caius never heard him approaching. I close my eyes and lean into Caius’ chest. This is the fastest we’ve ever traveled. Granted, he has a slightly smaller load since Evans offered to take the tent on the back of his bike, but to me it feels like we’re moving way too fast. The cool shadows of the evening give way to morning and eventually the soft hues of morning change into the deep, rich tones of the evening
Kieran’s POV Nightmares seep into my mind. Each scene acts like its own hand of darkness, spindly fingers curling around my thoughts and pushing them to a pit of quicksand. Since the war began, they’ve become a constant companion, holding me in their clutches until I find the courage to fight myself awake. My eyes pop open. My heart pounds against my chest like a wild bird against its metal cage. No hints of sunlight have broken through the darkness, and I force myself into a sitting position. Caius’ red gaze immediately meets mine from the other side of the tent. Instead of lying beside me while I sleep, he’s taken it upon himself to keep watch over Evans. My history professor’s light snores ricochet through the silence of the small tent. For some reason, the sound is soothing. My muscles relax enough for my shoulders to sag with relief. “Another nightmare, human?” Caius whispers. I nod. “Worst one I've had in a while.” The cadence of Evans’ snores become interrupted at
Kieran’s POV The next morning is as awkward as it could get. I could not look Evans in the eye, knowing what we did right beside him.He must have noticed how weird I was but he decided against asking me questions.The map Caius and I were studying yesterday is still splayed across the floor. Evans’ light eyes dance over its surface. His gaze catches on the various marks made by Caius and me over the past few months. He looks far too interested in it, and I have a sliver of doubt that I may have trusted him too quickly.Evans rubs his hands together to create enough friction to spread heat through his fingertips. I haven’t seen this man in so long. And I’ll admit it. There have been many times I’ve imagined seeing him again. I even rehearsed all the words I’d say to him for the various scenarios my imagination drummed to life.Except this one.“Are you hungry?” I ask after a stretch of silence.Evans’ gaze flickers up to me. Every one of his features is saying yes, but he shakes hi
Caius’ POV The presence of his breathing rattles me, it's a constant reminder of the presence of his essence. I watched as he filled his lungs with air for survival. I watch as he breathes in my essence, filling himself like an appetizer after a long meal. The drop of blood slipping down his bot
Professor Evans is one of the youngest lecturers in the academy. And that makes it easier to be able to confide in him. He understands young adults and sees things from our own point of view. And that’s one of the reasons he is my best history lecturer to ever exist. He turns sharply from the pul
Kieran’s POV.Three days later, sliding my finger lazily across the carpet in search of my drink, I frown as I bring it to my lips. There's not so much left, so I'm forced to lap the froth caked around the rim. Beau plays his piano in the background and once in a while, he scribbles down notes acr
Kieran’s POV.Two weeks ago, I turned twenty years old. But my vampire hasn’t shown up. And since then I’ve been pondering on why she hasn't reached out to me.The intermediaries between humans and vampires send the details of every human consort to their vampires once they are of age. So, what co







