Vincent And Rody Dead Plate Novels & Stories

I caught him by the collar before he fell and slammed the muzzle into his mouth. His eyes bulged. “Say hello to your boss for me,” I whispered, then pulled the trigger. His brains redecorated the staircase. I kept climbing, boots slick with blood, heart steady as a drum. Vincent was upstairs. An old man sitting on a throne of corpses, thinking himself untouchable. But tonight, the throne was going to burn. Unfortunately, I seemed to be late to the show. Renaldi lay sprawled on the marble floor like a broken doll, chest riddled with so many holes it looked like someone had tried to turn him into a sieve. His blood crawled in thick rivers toward the rug, soaking its expensive patterns until al

Silvio muttered under his breath. My father didn't take his eyes away from me, he looked at me with utter disgust. “Vincent vignette is dead, did he tell you that?” Mateo announced pointing at Silvio as he gestured to my father to inquire more. “Excuse me what do you mean Vincent is dead, I saw him a few hours ago. Silvio is this true?” he asked hurriedly, turning to him, Silvio was hesitant before he said “he deserved it” he replied.

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

Hearing a sound from behind, Carlos gave his chair a slight push, turning to face the man lying on the broad table. Vincent was a bloody mess. He was missing an èye, seven toès, and six f!ngers, maybe. Thirteen stàbs in noncritical areas, all done while he was still unconscious, so while Vincent wakes from time to time, he feels the pain of a part of his bódy missing. Carlos hasn't asked a thing yet, but tonight he'll get his answer. Each of Vincent's breaths racked like it took a hell of a lot of seconds before reaching the lungs.

Death was a strange thing. Vincent approached me, holding something small in his palm. "Mr. Russo asked me to give this to you," he said. "After." I stared at the tiny device. "What is it?" "Insurance," Vincent said, then paused. "That's what he called it." "Insurance for what?" Vincent's expression went carefully blank. "He said to tell you—and these are his exact words—'if they want to play dirty, now you can too.'" I took the flash drive. It was warm from Vincent's palm, heavier than something so small should be.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

Lucy who was watching the news with us looked at me with sympathy in her eyes "I'm so sorry for your loss Cardin. Will you be going for the funeral rites?" Ashley scoffed "Oh please everybody here is quite happy that he's no more and it's bad enough that he still has remains. Please don't just rub it in our faces or remind us" Lucy turned her attention to Baron "Isn't he meant to have remains?" Baron crossed his hand over his head, "You see, we vampires when we die we evaporate into the thin air like tiny flames of fire but unfortunately for us, Vincent's body is still intact which means he will be given last respect which he does not deserve"

“They were alive and well when I left.” Rancid stepped over to the control center and punched a few keys on the video monitor screen. He found what he was looking for. The camera in the commons showed a picture of a handful of vampires sitting around at tables, and the floor covered in blood. Rancid moved the camera and pointed it at the pod. He could see the door was wide open and blood covered the floor all around it. “Looks like they’re dead now.” Rancid said. “Looks like it,” Bohdan replied.

Amid an uncomfortable silence, I strode across the wooden gym floor finding a seat at the back like a naughty school child, Unfortunately that means I am next to a seething Denton. His long black beard was constantly being stroked, twisted and pulled by his fat fingers. While I tried to listen to Vincent’s stats and financial figures I could feel his head was turned and looking directly at me. “What?” I hissed quietly, keeping my eyes ahead. “You’re fucking dead.” “We all are,” I sighed back, “try something new.”

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers