LOGINKieran's POV The world around us transforms into a whirlwind of chaos, fear and war, as the weeks pass. Two weeks after the Vampires ambush, the TV and Radio announcements stopped. The last we heard from our leader was that all contacts between vampires and their consorts were banned. His reinforcing words were stay hidden and stay safe, we are at War. “I’m heading to the Store,” Rebecca announces, jumping from the kitchen island where she was perched. Professor Evans does not bother glancing up at her before saying no. He was by the coffee machine trying to brew one for himself. “We’re running out of food,” she argues. “We’ll be fine,” he retorts. “We have been managing, and it’s not enough.”Professor sighs and stands upright from the coffee machine he was bent over, wiping off his hands on the length of his blue jeans. If it was just the three of us here, we'd have enough food to last another month but over the past week, ten additional people have shown up at Evans’ doors
Kieran's POV I coughed into the plush Leather Couch. It burns my lungs and tickles the back of my throat. The air is a rough mixture of dirt, dust particles and burning electrical wire. But I refused to let Professor Evans open a window. It just seemed too dangerous. I reach for the pillow gingerly and clutch it to my chest. Goosebumps trail up the length of my arm, and for the hundredth time today, I have the crazy fear that someone is watching me.I squint against the darkened room and steady my breathing. I have to remind myself that no one is there. It's just fear. The lingering smell of my room clings to my pillowcase. Professor Evans was trying to make me feel more comfortable knowing I wouldn't be back to the hostel for quite some time so we stopped at the hostel to get some of my things. When we got to the hostel, it was a ghost town though. It was eerily quiet with most of the doors bolted shut or left open and completely empty.No one made a sound as we traipsed down the
Kieran's POV My heart beats screeched to a halt. Is he talking to me? Minx? “The vampire's deep voice is muffled through the door, but its toxicity is potent enough to make bile rise to my throat. “Do not move, Kieran.” Professor Evans whispered to me in the corner. The vampire presses his face against the window so hard that I feel like is reaching out to me. His gaze never breaks from me and a smile grace his face. “I will keep you safe, minx,” the vampire says with his voice taking on a seductive edge. Again with the Minx. Who is the minx? Is that someone who has never fed a vampire? My limbs tremble as it says the name again. I hug my knees tighter to my chest and I force myself to lower my gaze from him. He bangs his hands against the door and I flinched. “Come to me now minx!” The vampire shouts. There's the emotion of need that's growing with intensity every time he speaks. He just sucked a woman dry not long ago and he's hungry. Is it because I'm
CHAPTER THIRTEEN~ Open This Door Minx… I'll Take Care Of You. Kieran's POV Class was unbearable. All throughout the lecture professor Evans highs find their way over to me is expression rackingly curious. I revert back to my old ways, not engaging in classroom debate or questions. Rebecca sits beside me with the tail smell of cigarettes emitting from her skin despite a shower. With sideways glands I pair down my notes; they are not as neat and orderly as they usually are. I push Rebecca's hand to the side writing a note in the corner of a note pad. “Are you feeling okay?” She blinks at the notes before furiously scribbling out my words. I slump in my chair, reminding myself that this is all part of her process of healing. I set my pen to the side, checking out my brain from the lecture room. I wonder if every student knows about the revolution happening right now. Or are they oblivious of it as I was a few days ago? A soft breeze escapes through the small space o
Kieran's POV I stir awake with the sound of dishes clattering against each other. I get up and step towards the kitchen, noticing Rebecca moving about with purposeful footsteps. I open my mouth to call out to her but the taste of Caius' kiss still lingers across my taste buds. I swallow down the taste, reveling in it for my own moment of bliss. My vampire probably hated the kiss. Who am I kidding? Of course he hated the kiss, but he still indulged me enough for me to think I had a moment with him. I shake myself out of my days and with a heavy yawn comma I move towards the kitchen. This is not the time for me to have pathetic dreams about an immortal who has no emotions. This is the time for me to be a supportive friend for Rebecca.“Good morning,” I say. She glances over her shoulder and looks at me with a distant smile. “Good morning, Kieran. I'm making pancakes. Do you want some?“Yeah… sure,” I replied to her. She nods. “Are you okay, Bec?” I asked worriedly. She lets
Kieran's POV My vampire's wide shoulders and height looks strange in my bedroom. I shove my back against my reading desk to get as far away from him as possible. Caius blinks at me, unfazed. “Right. So as I was saying, Rebecca didn't take the news well. And if you must know, she's part of the revolution,” I whisper. “So now that Beau has been changed, I was wondering if you could take him back to the vampire colony until I figure out what to do?”Caius looks at me like I am a clown and shakes his head. “There's nothing you can do, human. Once I take your friend away, he's not coming back.”“What! You can't do that!” I say as my eyes widen.“If she's anything like him, I'm sure she'll only try to cut out his heart and use it against every vampire she can get her hand on.”I lean forward, suddenly feeling irritated. “Don't act like you know them.”My vampire's eyes turn to slits and he leans forward as well. I ignore the seduction, potent in his scent, focusing on my anger instead.







