All Chapters of My Step-Father Is A Vampire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Third POVThere was something off about the new girl. And no, Ashton wasn’t saying this because she was annoying as hell; he was saying she was far too comfortable for someone who should be traumatized. He’d seen trauma, and this wasn’t it.Also, what was up with her strange interest in the bloodsucker? He could understand the stupid compassion Liz had for vampires—her foolish self had fallen in love with one. But this newbie—wasn’t she supposedly attacked by vampires, raped, and nearly sold off?He watched her now from across the table as she chatted freely with Liz. She’d become popular in only a few days of staying at the Base. Then again, popularity as a woman wasn’t difficult to achieve. Most of the guys here would give up their most valuable possessions for some sex. It was understandable, though; most of the Hunters were in their late teens or early twenties, while the older ones were in their early forties. It was a chaotic place.Having Anna at the same table meant that she a

Third POVAshton wasn’t in the room when she got back. That was fine too — she didn’t want him seeing her like this, afraid he would mock her. Liz sorted through the clothes provided to her and went to shower. The water did nothing for her nerves. She scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to get Phoenix’s taunting out of her mind.He’d gotten under her skin. With just a few words, he had her feeling more panic than she had felt even when her world had started collapsing before her. It had been too long since she’d seen her mom, Damien, or anyone else in her life. What had happened to them? Her neighbor Sally — did she get sold off as a feeder? Was she somewhere safe? Liz had so many questions but no answers.She remained on the bed, curled in on herself as the sky outside grew darker. She wasn’t even aware of Ashton’s return until he turned on the lights, making her eyes sting.“Jesus, could you give me a warning next time?” she whined, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the brightness.“I did.” H

“Do you know what you’ve done wrong?”Anna couldn’t think of a single thing. Maybe it was because she had delayed the rescue—but that wasn’t her fault. She had been closely watched when she first arrived at the Base; it had taken a few days to shake off the suspicious glances. Anna had done her job immediately. The Prince was safe now, wasn’t he? And it was all thanks to her.“I admit that I got a bit distracted at the beginning, but that was only because I was unfamiliar with everyone. This was my first mission, too. But I’ve done my best to rescue you from the very start.”Anna had enjoyed herself while she was there. It had been a good opportunity for her to be among her own kind for what might have been the last time. It was so different from being with vampires. She would know—she had spent her life being passed from one Lord to another, trained and groomed to be the perfect weapon for every master she served. Whether it was as a feeder, for sexual pleasure, or merely as a human

Liz had a gun aimed at her head. “Behave, princess.”She had only tried to reach for Ashton—maybe hold him one last time and make sure he wouldn’t bleed to death. “I will, just let me… let me wrap up his wounds first. He’s bleeding.”“That’s none of my concern,” the woman scoffed. Her gaze was icy as she watched the bleeding youth on the ground. Him dying wouldn’t really do anything for her. Her orders had been clear—retrieve this little bitch and bring her back to the city. There had been no instructions about whether to kill those around her or not. She had only allowed the brat to live so the bitch would behave herself. “Don’t make me change my mind.”Liz’s eyes filled with tears. She only needed a damn minute, goddammit. She was terrified Ashton might bleed to death like this. Liz was tempted to try her luck with the woman—maybe if she moved fast enough, she could take her out.“I’ll be fine.” Ashton was surprisingly calm for someone who was bleeding out. He gave Liz a weak, dismi

“The necklace matches your eyes.”Liz doesn’t say anything; she can hardly talk without grimacing in pain anyway. The only reason her face wasn’t swollen to the size of a ball was because the Madame had spent two hours massaging various ointments into her skin until the swelling went down. “As for the bruises, those can be covered with makeup.”The assistant nodded and quickly went to fetch the makeup artist. Liz remained still as the pretty jewelry was placed around her neck—an ugly shade of brown, though it did match her eyes.A few hours back, she’d tried protesting against being sold like some fucking animal. Unfortunately, she ended up being the only one who had a problem with this arrangement. The other girls only gave her pitying looks as she was dragged off by her hair and beaten within an inch of her life. She had bruises all over and could barely even stand, yet she was being told she had to do her best to impress on the bidding arena. Though the Madame had already mentioned