LOGINDo you y'all want to know how Caius felt while he drank his blood? do you think he'll even drink it?
Kieran's POV Rebecca didn't come to my room when we got back home. If it was under any other circumstance, I’d let her be. But because I know this was the night of her first feeding, though, I know I won’t be able to sleep until she tells me she’s alright. This wasn’t just any feeding for her, after all. It was her first live feeding, from her previous mortal best friend no less.Beau and Caius’ voices drift up the staircase as I pad down the hallway towards Rebecca's room. Flickering bursts of red, yellow and orange dimly illuminate the large home from the vast fireplace in the living room. I pause just before opening Rebecca’s door and knock. “Rebecca,” I whisper just an inch away from the wooden door. “It’s me. Kieran.”I hear rustling from behind the door, her footsteps grow louder and the door swings open. Her beautiful face is streaked with tears. My eyes study her features, landing on the sweltering red holes at the base of her neck. I step inside the room and close the do
Kieran's POV My vampire’s crimson eyes bore into mine, confusion flickering across his impossibly elegant features. A slight furrow creases his brow, but he doesn't voice the question hanging between us.Instead, he inhales, slowly and deliberately.His nostrils flare as my scent reaches him, and I watch the restraint in his expression begin to fracture. We’re barely inches apart, close enough that my heartbeat thrums in the space between us.His gaze darkens and the scarlet in his irises begins to churn, shadows bleeding through the vibrant red like smoke unfurling beneath glass. Hunger awakens in his eyes, ancient and merciless, prowling just beneath the surface of the man fighting to contain it.His jaw tightens. Every muscle in his body goes rigid as if he’s waging a silent war against his own instincts.“We need to go back to the house, human,” he mutters, and I can hear from the tremor in his double timber he's trying to fight off the hunger now taking control of his body.“No
Kieran's POV It only takes a moment for me to notice Caius standing at my doorway, and I become rigid waiting for him to speak. He leans against the hinges of the door to my room, crossing his legs at the ankles.“Come take a walk with me,” he says quietly.I shuffle off the bed and slip into my tennis shoes that are becoming worn, the sole thinning to the point of falling away from the rest of the shoe. I give myself a sideways glance in the mirror. My face is gaunt from sporadic meals and constantly being on the move. I’m sure when the two of us stand next to one another, I look as plain as wallpaper compared to Caius’ haunting beauty.Now that I think of it, though, Caius probably isn’t attracted to me like that. Yes, he craves the taste of my blood, but physically I don’t even reach the cusp of his radar.I stuff my hands in my pockets and follow Caius out of the bedroom.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rebecca’s bedroom door closing slowly. Beau’s voice resonates from inside
Kieran's POV “We can't stay here for much longer,” Beau says.I pile my plate high with slices of cheese, fresh fruit, and thick chunks of bread. The dish of softened butter has practically become a permanent fixture beside me. I reach for my knife and spread a generous layer across the warm bread until it glistens.Across the table, Rebecca watches me in silence.A lone cracker and a single slice of cheese sit on her plate, exactly where Beau had placed them, untouched. She hasn’t so much as reached for either of them.She shifts uneasily in her chair, her fingers twisting together in her lap before her gaze cautiously drifts to Caius.I think he terrifies her. Well he terrifies everyone so it's understandable.“We've been keeping a close eye on Evans’ group,” Beau continues when no one responds. “To put it lightly, they feel the act of retrieving Rebecca was an act of war and it's one they would like to rectify.”Rebecca’s focus shifts to Beau and their eyes lock. The hunger in
Kieran's POV Footsteps approach me, clunky and rushed. No voice accompanies the sound. Warm fingers curl around my arms, shaking me awake. My eyes flutter open. Her panicked gaze stares back at me, just inches away from my face. Red hair curls around Rebecca's lovely chin.“Kieran!” she whispers frantically. “Kieran”I open my eyes wider, and her arms are around me a moment later. Her grip gets tighter and tighter, as if she thinks I'll vanish into thin air if she loosens it.“I knew it wasn’t a dream. You saved me. You really saved me.”Fresh tears spring to her eyes. Their saltiness burns my cheeks as she plants kiss after kiss along my forehead.“Rebecca,” I grunt. “Argh. Get off me!”I give my friend a gentle shove, pushing her onto the empty space of bed beside me. She slinks her arm around mine and cuddles into my side. It’s already been three days since I saved her from Evans’ captivity and still every night we go through this same charade.“I’m sorry,” she whispers, sniffling
"K-kieran?" she croaks.I keep my eyes on the task at hand, cutting the rope back and forth. The thick material burns the skin of my fingers. Everything in me wants to look up and throw my arms around her. To assure her that everything will be alright. But I can't.Beau warned me how little time I have to get us safely out of here and I can’t ruin it now.“Kieran…” she whispers, weak and breathless. “You...you need to get out of here. It’s...not safe here. Get out...please.”The first rope breaks and feeling a rush of success, I move onto the next. Beau urges me to hurry and I work past the pain of my aching hands. When the second rope breaks, I crawl to the back of the chair. I pause for a brief moment and wipe my sweaty hands down the length of my pants. “I’m almost done,” I say to Rebecca, and she twitches at the sound of my voice.“K-kieran? Is that you?”She's disoriented. What horrors has she experienced during her time here? What have they done to her?Anger keeps me moving fo
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
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.A male. My vampire is a male. My limbs tremble as I stare at him. He takes a step forward, gracefully. He has long fingers that are perfectly slender. His colour matches the flakes of snow. I lick my dry lips and hope he doesn't smell the fear through my veins. He lifts his hands
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







