All Chapters of BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SOFIA QUISPE'S POINT OF VIEW)Sofia swallowed hard. Maybe their confusion over her state of Blood Union would buy her some time, or at least an opportunity. She knew she had to act quickly as soon as the chance presented itself because she wasn't going to get another one.While they were still deliberating over her liminal state of aristocratic ownership, Sofia used what little leeway she had to turn around and knee her immediate captor as hard as she could in the groin. He let out a pained, guttural groan, and Sofia didn't even wait to see what the others were doing before she took off running.She barely made it a few steps before she felt a hand grab the back of her jacket and yank her off her feet with unnatural strength. The next few seconds seemed to happen across an eternity as she sailed through the air until her head finally connected with the brick wall, and time went back to its usual pace. Everything went black, and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground, surrounde

(SOFIA QUISPE'S POINT OF VIEW)“You saw a what?”“A vampire,” Sofia answered, although she wasn't really sure after the incredulous way Pella phrased the question. “A few of them, actually. Ferals, I think.”Pella was still staring at her, her jaw slightly slack. “And they drained you?”Sofia couldn't tell if Pella was surprised she had run into a rogue vampire element, or just that they had attacked a Dhampir. They certainly didn't seem rare, the way Pella spoke of them. “Yeah. I was walking down Rose Avenue, and they started following me, then cornered me in an alley.”“Holy relics,” Pella breathed. She seemed to have completely forgotten about the glass she was drying, and it almost slipped from her hand as Sofia recalled the events of the night before. Sofia had weighed whether or not she should even tell her, but Pella had picked up on the fact that something was off, and Sofia was still too shaken to really have all her lying faculties back in order. “I warned you that route was

She wasn't sure if Somito just wanted to talk or if there was any chance he was actually going to start training her tonight, so she had worn a pair of plain gray sweats and a tank top that felt ok enough in either case. She tugged on her ponytail, making sure it was secure and slipped her phone into her pocket. It was charged enough that she could call another rideshare on the way back. Not the most economical solution long term, though, and the studio was a good twenty minutes away from The Crimson Chalice, so Sofia knew if she was going to do this, she would have to see about arranging different transportation. After her last run in, she didn't feel that much more comfortable on public transit then she did walking, but if she couldn't find a cheap ride, that was going to be her only option.As Sofia entered the studio, a feast for both her eyes and ears greeted her. The pungent smell of sweat was present, too, though not nearly as bad as she would have expected.She looked around,

SOFIA QUISPE'S POVThe next day at Pella’s office, of course, he couldn’t wait to hear all about how training went. Sofia did her best to maintain a straight face as she related as much of the events of the previous night as she was able to recall. Much of it was a haze in her mind, partly from the amount of physical activity she’d gotten in, and partly from. well. Somito.Sofia had to fight the temptation to gush about how handsome her new teacher was since she had a feeling that news of this kind getting back to Nomo about her fighting training would not exactly endear her to him. Pella considered it prudent that Nomo did not know, and Sofia was in broad agreement.However, after those initial few days of his unexpected appearance, Nomo had actually been quite hard to find anyway. The reason why Pella was in need of all the personnel he could lay his hands on at The Crimson Chalice was quite understandable to Sofia. However, to his credit, Nomo did actually work at a second job, tho

So it was a smartass, possibly centuries-old, vampire child. Even better. “Yeah, I gathered that. A room where?”“In a house,” he answered.Well, Sofia walked right into that. She sat up, realizing how violently her head spun in reaction and deciding that trying to get to her feet just yet might not have been a good idea. “Okay, let’s think of a different tactic. Who are you?”“I’m Toby MontagueYeah, that was definitely a noble vampire kid name. “Okay, Toby,” Sofia said, cautiously swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She was trying to see if he was going to try anything about attacking her with his weird vampire magical stuff or whatever, but he was just kind of sitting there staring at her, blinking waaay too sparingly. “Why am I here? Who brought me?”“My brother,” he replied. “I don’t know why he brought you. He just told me to watch you till he returns.”His brother. That much Sofia remembered. It had to be Phuwin Montague. This realization came to her as she remembered h