Vampire's Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Reacting swiftly, Raven crouched down, seizing a brief moment to slice her knife across the vampire's leg. Before it could fully recoil from the pain and retaliate, Nolan leaped into action, launching himself into the air and driving his knife straight into the vampire's heart. A dark substance, resembling blood, spewed from the vampire's mouth as it locked its angry gaze upon them. Unfazed, Nolan smirked in response, yanking the knife out of its lifeless heart, causing the vampire to crumple to the ground, dead. However, their victory was short-lived. In a matter of mere seconds, four other vampires came into the scene and circled them.

That will be all it takes for her to be one of us and adjust quicker. I take a few steps and I stand next to her, I remove the knife from her hands and throw it at Aeneas, hitting his stomach. Viorra's eye widens and Aeneas gasps, then he mocks and overacts a scene, with fake pain and gestures. "He is a vampyr, and amongst his race, he is one of the oldest of his kind... what folklore has told you about vampires is not 100% accurate, but it is close. Normal things like knives and bullets can't kill him." As I say this, he stops overacting and removes the knife, throwing it to the sink. Viorra is still speechless so I continue. "If you feel uncomfortable around him, just say so. Stay with me

Blood splattered across the walls as the vampire fell, writhing. I didn’t have a second to breathe before another one pushed forward, snarling. It was on me, close enough that I could smell the metallic scent of blood on its breath. I swung the knife, catching it in the shoulder, but it only seemed to make it angrier. Its cold fingers clawed at me, and I staggered back, heart hammering. Suddenly, Kylan’s arm was around my waist, pulling me back. With a brutal slash, he ripped through the vampire’s neck, sending it crumbling to the ground. “Stay behind me,” he rasped, voice heavy with pain but steady.

I ask, looking at the three of them. They all nod. I pick up a scalpel and place it at the bottom of her stomach right above where her panty line would sit. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I push the scalpel down and pull it towards me. It slices open her skin. Looking up at Caterina, I see she is holding her breath. Fuck I forgot she was part vampire.

Viktor walks over to me and says, “He needs your blood. Please come over here.” Shocked, I cautiously make my way to him and then he quickly grabs ahold of my hand with his slick boney fingers before he slices my wrist with a bone knife in his other hand. My eyes feel like they pop out as I watch the blood pour out of my veins and the thick red substance coats the bottom of his bowl. Dipping a finger in it, he brings it to his mouth, and I stare at it in horror as he flicks his grotesque tongue out and he licks it.

Surprisingly, the wound didn’t heal. “What the fuck did you use, cunt? Why is this cut not healing?” The vampire was furious to see the blood dripping from the slash and, being a vampire, he saw for the first time that a cut was not healing. Elsa didn’t answer, nor did she halt. Her side-eye noticed the knife shining brightly as Gabriel had said the knife feasted on blood and got powerful more. Elsa pounced like a lioness who displayed her grief with her action. Her hand went down with the knife and slashed up his chest, making him bleed further.

And somewhere during that journey, my hand ended up being in his cool hand. "When last have you eaten?" I asked rubbing my fingers over his cold skin. "I don't know... a while?" He said indifferent. "A while! Haydon you need to feed!" I yelled. He smiled at me, "If I don't eat it's not like I'll die. Vampires can last an entire lifetime without blood...it's just very, very excruciating and can drive even the best of us to wipe out the entire human population because of blood lust."

Our animalistic side worked with us, supported us--while a Vampire's animalistic side controlled them, made them eternally bloodthirsty. As I dodged the smaller Vampire, I felt a silver blade graze my ankle. The pain was brief, and my wound healed fairly quickly. Little did they know, it would take more than a thin slice to bring me pain. I let out a dry laugh as I charged at the two Vampire's, feigning left and sinking my teeth into the female's throat. I tossed her body aside and watched as the larger Vampire screamed in outrage. His bloody teeth gnashed together, while his dark eyes burned murderously. I couldn't muster up a single ounce of guilt as I realized I had killed the Vampire's m

And he moved my hand, and the blade went in. It was a small distance. A line. The skin opened, and the blood came up bright along the edge of the knife. I had done it. It should have closed by now. It did not. I watched a vampire bleed. He did not flinch. He watched me watch him, and the blood came down over his collarbone and darkened the white of his shirt, and the skin did not close.