Love, Lust and Blood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I half-filled two glasses with 7.62 while Solomon sat at the fireplace. I hadn't seen him in almost two centuries. Why would he want to see me now? I walked to the fireplace and handed him one glass. "The last time I saw you was in 1864,” I said as I took my seat. "What brings you here, Solomon?" He chuckled softly and sipped from his glass without removing his eyes from the crackling fire. "I missed my little brother," he said and produced that smug smile I hated. "That is a lie, and who made you the senior brother?" I asked, irritated. "But I am," he said, turning to face me. "How do the humans say it?" I asked rhetorically. " Yes, by five minutes." Solomon just chuckled and emptied his glass. "Why are you here, Solomon?" I asked again. "I was told you came back to Winekove," he confessed. " And came to make sure you did not get into any trouble." It was my time to chuckle. Get me into trouble? First, who told him I was back in town? There could be only one person, Alfred.

Werewolves were here! I realized.   The doorbell went and I zoomed downstairs immediately. Alfred opened the door and was quickly grabbed by a pair of hands. I sped there and everything slowed down. They were three boys, one was a man actually in his late forties while the other two were teenagers. I grabbed the one that wasn't holding Alfred and held his neck in front of them.   "If anything happens to Alfred, I will rip his head off,” I threatened. The boy under my custody shivered in fear; I smiled with satisfaction.   "Go ahead,” the boy who held Alfred by the neck too spat in between his teeth. I accepted gladly and began dislocating his throat before I was stopped by the elderly man.    "Wait!" the man roared more as a command than a plea.   "Wrong answer,”?I told him and was about to completely rip the boy's throat out until a pair of hands distorted my grip from his

After I dug her grave, I carried the dead doctor's body and dumped it in like it didn't matter. I had killed a hundred people in the past and had buried their bodies, this meant nothing to me. I could do this over and over again without getting tired or feeling remorse; of course, I had no feelings left in me. I picked up the shovel and began covering up the grave.   When I was done, I headed to school and was planning to behave like nothing had happened. If Solomon found out, I would be in big trouble. I had to keep out today's morning event as long away from him as possible. I arrived in the hallway and noticed people walking up and down. It was time for our next class, history.   I strolled towards the class, my hands in my pockets. I wore neither a hoodie nor a jacket which made my hands feel awkward in my jeans pockets. I made my way into the class and sat down at my usual spot. I leaned back on my chair and folded my arms on my chest.

The box was carved with ancient writings, probably Greek or Latin. It was black and was not much bigger than a jewelry box. I opened it and found two pieces of jewelry. One was the sun ring I was looking for, and the other was a bracelet I had forgotten about. It was a silver chain decorated with ruby diamonds. Those diamonds were capable of resisting compulsion from any Genesis Vampire. I looked at the bracelet, and it brought back memories I had never wanted to recall. I took out the ring and closed the box. I slid it under the shelf and walked out of the Cellar with the ring in my hoodie pocket. As I got back to the living room, I saw Solomon sitting on the couch with a glass of alcohol in his hand. "You were right, Desmond; I did make a mistake," he said, not looking at me. I smirked and folded my hands across my chest, savoring the victory. "It is fine, brother. We all make mistakes", I comforted as I sat beside him. "Today at the hall, I saw something," he began."What?" I sa

17 AUGUST 1873.    I woke up and found myself on a bed in a room I couldn't believe I would find myself in. My clothes were old, and so was everything in the room; I was in 1873, the year I dreaded most. Yes, I feared something. The door opened, and a maid came in with a new pair of clothes folded neatly.   I looked at her face, and memories flooded back into my mind. Adrenaline flushed into my veins as I remembered her. Her blue eyes could instantly cure my anger, her black hair shone in the sun, and her lips tasted like strawberries. She was Mary Sherringham, the first girl I fell in love with. And she was the chief maid of Stephanie Collins, the daughter to the Mayor of Winekove.   Whatever was happening, I wouldn't say I liked it one bit. First, I was trapped at the bottom of an ocean; now, I relived the worst year of my eternal life.   "Good morning, sire," she greeted with a smile. Her voi