Mr Vampire 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 68 She was still trembling when she heard footsteps approaching. She slowly lifted her head and there he was. The vampire watched her from the other side of the bars. His face was serious, without any trace of mercy. His red eyes looked like two open wounds in the dimness. She shrank further against the damp wall, the smell of mold rising into her nostrils. "Please..." her voice came out hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "Don't kill me... I'll do whatever you want... I... I'll do anything."

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing as they are snapping their exposed teeth at us. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am you Vampire Master now," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave

“Unlikely Rudina, he is a big fan of yours and has been waiting for you for a long time” Just as I was about to suggest sending out a search party, a loud thud echoes around the room followed by the steel doors swinging open with force and almost hitting the walls behind them. A man steps into the room, blood splattered across his face and clothes whilst black hair curtained his face. He was a vampire, his red eyes a tell tale sign but he isn’t dressed like the others, he wears casual jeans and a white tshirt, a chain around his neck but what’s more is how he is carrying Marco’s head under his arm like a bowling ball.

I’m not Draven,' When he calls, Myra feels as thoughts coming back. He was right; he's not Draven, and this no longer felt right. 'Russ...stop, please…' No, I, the vampire, didn't budge, my eyes dazed with bloodlust as I licked the expanse of her neck. '"No, you can't do that, not till I have a taste,'"Just as she feels the scrape of something sharp by her throat, he calls, and Russ's eyes turn a wicked scarlet color as he prepares to drink her blood.

Vincent only stood there, stunned, watching the cruelty unfold. "Help me... no! Let go! Help!!" A woman shouted as she was pulled, her neck appearing broken. A male vampire immediately bit her. The loud echo of the non-stop music drowned out the roar of pain. The policeman infected Vincent with the vampire virus was sitting with a glass in his hand. One of the waiters brought a glass filled with blood. Vincent walked in through some quests on the room to approach the police. "Are you Tom?" Vincent asked the policeman, who was enjoying the blood in his hand.

My veins turned grey screaming for relief, and my vision blurred at the edges. I leaned against the desk, barely able to stand. My skin was clammy, and sweat soaked through my shirt. My body was shutting down, punished for my stubborn restraint. I could’ve fed. From anyone. I had options. But ever since Elena stepped into this cursed mansion, her presence infected my restraint. I didn’t want anyone else’s blood. I couldn’t take from anyone else. Only her. I hated myself for that truth. When I opened my eyes again, she was there. I don’t know how long I’d blacked but her scent was what woke me up.

Shoving a hand through his hair raggedly his eyes met mine, and for the first time I saw him look unsure, uncomfortable. “Sloane.” His voice was low and sounded like he was in pain, “I’m a vampire Sloane.”

Kat left, and Tyler took the seat that she had vacated. "Please have a seat," Monica said to the two. They were both vamps. I opened the folder. The two vamps stared at the crucifix around my neck and dropped teeth. I stared at them. One was a tall thin, slick-dressed man. He reminded me of a pimp. His hair was dark and tied behind him in a long ponytail. The other was small and looked like a weasel. What criteria did Masters use when turning vamps? These two looked like two-bit thugs.

But the man with the angular face and platinum hair typical of a pureblood vampire standing with his arms crossed next to the car was much more sparkling than it was. He is Harvey, a two-thousand-year-old vampire who has been living as the manager of the Star Corporation for almost nine hundred years since it was a tiny company. When Harvey saw Maris's red dress peeking through the bushes, he quickly went around and opened the trunk of the car, taking the bags and placing them on the grass nearby. When Maris was not in the mood to raise an owl, he only needed to bring her and Samson enough dried blood for a month.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.