Bloodsucker Lyrics Novels & Stories

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The wind whipped past me, the trees blurring into streaks of green and brown. “Lyra! It’s me, George!” I shouted. The words echoed through the forest, but she didn’t falter. “She won’t stop,” Slayer’s voice growled in my mind. “Bite your hand and let some blood out.” There was no time to question him. I raised my hand and sank my teeth into my palm, the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as warm blood spilled out, painting a trail behind me, its scent thick unmistakable as it dripped to the forest floor.

I retorted. “Shut up, fucker ! Stop being a pussy. I wanna go to the club and I will keep singing in your head till you don’t concede,” Dexter yapped. “But then you can refuse right now so that I keep singing your favourite song all week and you know which one am I talking about,” he further blackmailed with a sly grin. “Worst lycan ever,” I muttered under my breath. “Is that a no that I heard ?” Dexter smugged.

I gotta have a taste of it then I'll get on with my job. I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm in the presence of a psycho vampire. Oh moon goddess please. Anything but my innocence. I pray fervently. I hear Lucifer mutter to himself. "Now where can I bite that won't show the bite marks?? Umm let me try the inner thigh."

Beneath that ugly hoodie she wore, I could tell she had curves more dangerous than any mountain road. Sighing, I shut my eyes, capturing her face in my mind. Her gray eyes framed with thick dark lashes held nothing but fear and sadness, like one who carried the whole world's problems on her shoulders. It made me curious to know her. I opened my eyes when I felt an itch in my throat. Time to drink some blood and quench this thirst. Remembering when Raven called me Bloodsucker made me smile which was strange considering that vampires hated that term. Picking one of the red cups stacked in a pyramid shape, I moved to a quieter area where the general blood bank was located.

Rachel, you stopped reading here. “The world… We live in… Is so big,... The sky is filled with smells… Soooo… Sweet, the sound around us… Sing with joy… Ohhhh… Our world… We rejoice… Happy textures, all around… Weird and fun… To be found… Sights unseen… Who really cares… Let’s explore… New things… Together as friends… We will be!” I sing with as much enthusiasm as I can. By the end of my song, Kilian was crying blood… as was Dragan. I guess it was normal for a vampire to cry blood.

I held my chair to gain strength because of my trembling knees while continuously swallowing the nervousness in my body. I can’t really take even a minute to watch him that mad as if he’s ready to burry someone alive. “Why the fuck are you still denying it?” Yadiel hissed, soul was burning and loosens his necktie to get some air. “I don’t have to explain myself anymore. She’s not even that sexy,” Mr. Whitlock shrugged his shoulders. That made my blood boils, but before I could even react, Yadiel walks his way to him angrily, brows were narrowed while releasing and inhaling a large amount of breath.

“Blood on the rocks coming right up.” The dance floor was filled with young vampires twirling and dancing, and I felt like I was the only sober one present. Their bodies grinded against each other, with reckless abandon. “Here.” The bartender placed a glass down, in front of me. I moved away to a lone seat, from where I could observe the others. My throat burned at the spicy taste of blood. Memories poured into my mind. Her tear stricken face. Her hurtful words which pierced my heart. ‘I should have known you weren't different from the other assholes I've met.’

“You belong to the Blood Party now. And we have many more nights to explore every fantasy you have ever harbored.” I looked at each of them, my body marked and claimed, my mind hazy with lust and blood loss and pure satisfaction. “I want it all,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady. “Every bite. Every touch. Every drop.” Lucian smiled, fangs gleaming in the dying candlelight. “Then rest for now, little one. When the sun sets again, we will begin anew. And this time, we will take even more.” The room grew quieter as the candles burned low. I lay nestled among their cool, powerful bodies, the taste of their blood on my tongue and the memory of countless orgasms still echoing through my veins.

“There is power and magic in his blood.” “So now what?” Weiland asks. “Bryce is somewhere in the mansion or the caves. He can clearly sneak up on us. Lyric can’t sense him anymore. What are we going to do?” “Nevermind that,” Lyric reminds us. “We still don’t know who fucking screamed like they were being skinned alive. It wasn’t this lot. They were dead when they came here.” My blood runs cold and my testicles try to crawl back inside my body.