Todos los capítulos de Blood match: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Doc The sterile overhead light spat cold shadows across my desk, where discarded reports lay matted with blood-slick notes. Every nerve in me screamed for release, for what I hadn’t tasted in days—and the craving threatened to obliterate what remained of my sanity. I refused to give into Shelby’s request of buying a blood donor, I had no problem sourcing a willing partner, but it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center’s, bars, programs, even the back alley sketchy shit banned me. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? But in all fairness, it was one part of Raven leaving, another part, my Rolling Bloodlust, I had went on a killing binge hoping It made me feel better, it didn’t. And third part, My uncontrollable rage did all the talking, Landing me in this mess. My vision swam; rational thoughts began to bleed away under the onslaught o

Emma I leaned against the door frame to Elijah’s bedroom. He was in front of a full length mirror, fixing his black tie. “What are you looking at?” Elijah asked. “Watching to see which end of the tie you're going to hang yourself with.” “Would it matter?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Not really. I just assumed you’re practicing.” “Practicing for what exactly?” “You know, testing out how much weight the wooden beams above us can hold.” Elijah chuckled, a dry, rustling sound. “Sorry to disappoint you.” “Well, a girl can always hold out on some kind of hope that I can be the one to finally kick the chair out from under your feet.” “Firefly.” He turned from the mirror, his movement a study in predatory grace. The word wasn’t an endearment. It was a label, a box. “I have no plans on taking my own life anytime soon, so you might want to hold off on kicking that chair”I whispered, repeating my earlier defense, but it sounded hollow now. “If you’re not going to hang yourself for my p

Emma I edged toward the double glass doors; carefully sliding inside. Taking one step. Then another. Finally Stumbling into the reception area. “HELLO?” My voice splintered against the hollow silence. Fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead; fresh white paint streaked along the walls. "IS THERE ANYONE HERE?” I asked but the emptiness absorbed my words. From here, I could see the first viewing parlor, called The Sunset Room. the dark wood of the door was slightly opened. I stepped in. The drapes were drawn. velvet darkness stretched around a sputtering projector. Antique tables holding tasteful fake flowers. Rows of white wooden chairs with their worn surfaces faced a solitary pure white casket resting on a dais, swathed in a lavender and silver cloth that shimmered. It rested in a natural, quiet, calm. Really now, is there no one actually here? “You lost Bambi?” The voice cut through the hush like a blade. My head snapped around to see a man filling the doorway, at least six

Doc My back was against the wall. I let Emma grab me by my throat with her tiny hands, it didn’t hurt, I pretended it did. Her blue eyes were wild, desperate. Her gaze locked onto mine with a feral intensity. Like she wanted to kill me, for taking her against Mr. Frank’s coffin, yet she loved it. Her body told me everything that I needed to know about my paramour’s sexual appetite. She loved being degraded, and treated like a whore. Even if she didn’t understand it herself, I would bring every hidden desire of hers out, even the shameful and embarrassing ones. by my fucking bloody fangs, she would feel like a Queen whose been baptized in Blood. By my blood. And the blood of the dead. A spark of that earlier defiance reigniting - her eyes blazing with a fury that was part terror, part wild and exhilaration. “I love that look on your face.” I rasped out. “You Bastard,” she spat. Her hands squeezed harder, fingers pressed into the unyielding muscle. knuckles turning white. “That

Doc The front door to my building blew wide open and glass shattered, I jumped to my feet. “Stay in here and hide,” Rushing out to the front. “KNOCK!, KNOCK!, LITTLE BROTHER!” A familiar voice yelled. The familiar man stood framed in the doorway, breathing hard. Not from exertion but From pure rage. It poured off of him in hot, visible waves. “Elijah?” His pristine chauffeur’s outfit was smeared with blood, not his, No doubt from a fresh kill, the Scent of it clung to him like a second skin. “What’s with the chauffeur’s outfit?” “YOU!” Elijah hissed, the word dripping with a century of venom His body coiled tightly. Like a predator ready to strike, his red eyes burned through the dim morning light, Fixated solely on Doc. I pointed to me, innocently. “Me what? Big brother, you must be more specific if you're going to threaten me in my own sanctuary” I said, my voice a mocking echo. Elijah’s body vibrated with fury. “Does the name Leo ring a fucking bell!” I made a show of