The Vamps Meet The Vamps の小説・ストーリー

“I can’t smell a fucking thing here, not even dust.” “Same here,” Blight mutters. “Same this si-” “VAMPS!” Cain cries out, and the sounds of fighting echo through our earpieces. Kai looks at me, and we run towards the area they’re in to help. Hordes of vamps descend, and everything turns into a literal bloodbath. Kai uses his guns and knives, and I follow suit, the Horsemen use their claws, and the Rogues use multiple tactical knives. I can see everyone is fighting cautiously and for good fucking reason; If one drop of vamp blood gets into our bloodstream, that’s it for us.

Amy was already shaking her knees with nervousness at seeing her friend restless, so she gave a glance to Sheila who looked at her son, but received hostile looks from Amy and even her mother; then she sighed sadly as she stood up and walked towards Soraia. Augustus stopped at Soraia's back, and as she turned, she collided with that iron chest of warmth, and unable to resist, she threw herself into his arms and let that warm comfort envelop her and warm her inside and out - after all, a vampire's body only becomes 'warm' with coffee or tea. Suddenly Marcus appeared at the entrance of the tent and Amy smiling imitated Soraia's gesture and threw herself in, only in the arms of her light vampir

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“I can’t smell a fucking thing here, not even dust.” “Same here,” Blight mutters. “Same this si-” “VAMPS!” Cain cries out, and the sounds of fighting echo through our earpieces. Kai looks at me, and we run towards the area they’re in to help. Hordes of vamps descend, and everything turns into a literal bloodbath. Kai uses his guns and knives, and I follow suit, the Horsemen use their claws, and the Rogues use multiple tactical knives. I can see everyone is fighting cautiously and for good fucking reason; If one drop of vamp blood gets into our bloodstream, that’s it for us.

I took the hits, trusting him as Marc’s laugh echoed, and the vamps kept pressing, testing our defenses. Smoke clawed my lungs, screams drowned the night as vamps surged, dozens now. Jake downed Karl, brown fur pooling red. Ellie dragged Tomas free, but Paul pinned her. Amanda ripped into another vamp, her red fur a blur. Marc slipped my jaws, cackling. “She’ll crawl back to me soon, begging for forgiveness!” I roared back, but the numbers crushed us, red eyes everywhere, fangs glinting. “Retreat!” I howled, black fur burning with hate.

If they're afraid of light --" "Crap," Henry muttered. "Dark Pools. Nasty monsters. They blend completely in the shadows, and they're basically like big hungry mouths. Shine light directly on them and they dissolve, but people generally can't detect them until it's too late. Someone had to have summoned them, but . . . wait, why can YOU see them?" Shamira shrugged. She looked around and noticed that some things seemed crisper. "Strange. I never noticed it before, but vamps can see stuff better in darkness than in light, can't they?"

Vampiric horses? Holy crap.

"Look, I don't know what to think of you. Okay? Can we just skip to the part where the only thing that might start a conversation is you asking me to tilt my neck for you while you search for the best spot to bite into?" For a brief moment, he wore a pained expression before his eyes settled back to their usual color. Leaning forward, he crossed his legs, clasping his fingers around his raised knee. “I'm more than just a blood thirsty predator, love. I can have pretty normal conversations like any other person. In case you haven't noticed.” “Do you, now? I thought all vampires were mindless monsters?” she fired back with sarcasm dripping from her tone. He grinned. “You promised you'd do anyt