Vampire In Brooklyn Watch Novels & Stories

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, they fluttered closed as his head fell to the side, his body loosened, his chest fell flat and his heart stopped beating. … "The next thing I knew, I woke up in some worn out bedroom at the top of some English tavern with Demitri standing above me. I knew I shouldn't have woken, so I questioned him and… Well, here I am. A vampire." Harley's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. She closed it again, biting her lip. She stayed silent and stood up. He stood up top, thinking that she had decided to leave. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected her to do. She threw her arms around him in a hug, embracing him tightl

After saying all this, Gramson left with the unconscious girl in his hand. “Fuck! Today, I almost had snapped that woman's head off. Something is wrong with me. It only happens with rogue vampires. Hm! I think my vacation must end now. It's time for everyone to welcome their one and only king but before that, I have to go to the red river fair,” Gabriel mumbled.

The vampire turned abruptly and quickly ran towards the western part of the city. Some time later, he stands at the entrance to the basement. Unremarkable, dirty and shabby. An old, sucked wooden door with peeling paint, Brook-ta-man descends the stairs, opens the door, finds himself in a small absolutely dark corridor, seven meters long. Stucco, falling from the walls, crunches underfoot . Dark. A vampire sees even in absolute darkness, this is not a problem for him, almost all dark ones, one way or another, see in the dark. At the end of the corridor stands a massive steel door, all covered with brown embossed patterns. In the upper right corner there is a surveillance camera on the sides

“Really.” Billy stared at the man for a long moment. The snowflakes melted instantly as they came into contact with his large, bald head and he stared out at the snow-covered buildings around him. “Glass,” Billy finally said. “What happened back there? With Jack. What the hell was that all about?” Glass glanced at him briefly, but returned his attention to the falling snow and spoke. “Two nights ago, Jack Writeman, his father Frank, and Dr. Harold Robinson left a trail of dead vampires across the streets of Manhattan and into Central Park. hundreds were killed.”

said Hugo as he looked at the team. “You’re right,” Damon said. “Guys, the vampire has another victim,” said Raven. Raven showed the video to her friends, and only one woman was the victim. It lives in a condominium and looks like it works for a big company. According to the news, no blood was left on the woman’s body. It was like the eight victims outside and inside the bar. It was as if it had sucked in until it completely drained. It nearly removed its head from its neck.

A tall, dark-skinned man on the screen had a woman pinned to the wall, his eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he bit into her neck. Zara gasped, visibly intrigued. Bri smirked. “Lame.” Zara slapped her bicep. “You have no taste.” Bri laughed, eyes lingering on her. “Since that glittery vampire movie, I can’t take them seriously.” Zara giggled, then shifted on the couch, crawling into Bri’s lap like it was nothing. Her thighs pressed across Bri’s lap, weight settling perfectly. Bri instinctively moved her hands to hold her—but Zara slapped them away.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

Deep in the dark, buried corners of my soul, my dead wolf let out a frantic, confused howl, stirring under the absolute dominance of his taste. "What are you—are you insane?!" I hissed, my face flushing hot as I tried to violently yank my arm back. It was like trying to pull away from a solid steel pillar. "Is this your twisted idea of a medical consultation? Vampire play?!" Killian didn't release his grip. He swallowed, his throat working heavily as he dragged the flat of his tongue across the slice, lapping up every stray drop of red before finally letting my wrist go. He leaned back against the leather cushion, a dark, crimson stain tracing the sharp contour of his bottom lip.