Issue 2
Excerpt from Prophecy: Caelestis & Aurorea
The streets were relatively empty and Prophecy slowed to a walk as she entered the heart of the city. The only people she had seen on her way here were the odd worker or drunk. She couldn’t bring a drunken person back for Valentine. It would do nothing for him. She needed strong blood for both him and her. She needed young blood.
She grinned when she turned a corner and spotted someone locking a door.
Young male blood.
Stopping in the middle of the empty road, she arranged her top so she appeared more alluring, fixed her hair up and smoothed her clothes. When he finished shutting up the club, he looked over his shoulder at her. She smiled and twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
He said something in Russian and a broad smile tilted the corners of his lips.
She continued to smile. She didn’t have a clue what he’d said, but judging by his body language, it hadn’t been a brush off.
He walked towards her, nodding in her direction and saying something else. It sounded like a garbled mess to her. She shrugged when he looked as though he was waiting for an answer and blinked languidly.
“I don’t speak Russian,” she said with a giggle. She wished he’d get a move on.
When he moved closer to her, she backed off a few steps and raised her hand, crooking her finger at him. She let go of her hair and trailed her other finger down her neck.
He frowned when he looked at it and she realised that the number of scars on her throat were probably keeping his attention there. She coughed delicately and brought her hand up until he started following it again. She ran it downwards, parting her shirt with it and then cursing his eyes as they got stuck on the star on her chest.
He muttered something in his deep voice again and she sighed. Maybe the drunk would have been the better option. This man was starting to get irritating. She had half a mind to kill him right now but dragging a body through the street would draw unwanted attention to herself.
She looked him over. He probably thought she was just some naughty little girl, but he didn’t know the full extent of her wickedness. She stopped walking backwards, letting him close the gap between them. With his dark hair and eyes, he reminded her of Dmitri. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black tie. She caught hold of the tie and smiled up at him, luring him closer. She stared deep into his eyes, trying to keep his attention there.
There was one language she could speak that transcended all boundaries.
She ran her nails down his chest, keeping her eyes locked with his, and then brought her mouth up close to his. He leaned closer to her. There wasn’t even the tiniest trace of alcohol on his breath. It didn’t matter. He’d be putty in her hand any second now.
Stepping closer to him, she grazed her hips against his and smiled into his eyes. He smiled back. Inside, she grinned.
Keeping hold of his tie, she led him back up the hill towards the cemetery. She didn’t stop him when he walked up behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. He probably thought it was his lucky night. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
She rolled her eyes when he pulled the collar of her shirt aside and pressed clumsy kisses to her shoulder and neck while she continued to walk. She hated the feeling of his lips against her skin and wanted to shove him away from her, but it would only make him leave and she needed him.
He slowed down when he saw the cemetery and she turned to face him, walking backwards again. She tugged on his tie, giggling and smiling at him, crooking her finger so he continued to follow her. He raised a brow and then grinned. He probably thought she was being kinky. Well, if he liked kinky, he was going to get a nice surprise when she got him to the crypt. There were some people in the world who would pay to be bitten by a vampire, she wondered if he was one of them. People were twisted.
She let go of his tie and skipped ahead of him, giggling and laughing. There was only so much more of this she could take. He seemed to be swallowing the bait quite well. Hopefully that wouldn’t change when he saw where she was taking him. Once inside, Valentine would take control, but there was no way she was letting him have all the fun.
She wanted this kill as badly as he did.
Kicking the door to the crypt open, she raised her brows and smiled seductively. She leaned back against the doorframe, letting the man kiss her neck again and holding him so he didn’t get the impression that something was wrong. She pushed him backwards, forcing him into the crypt, and then closed the door behind them. Advancing on him, she fluttered her eyelashes when he said something in Russian and stepped towards her. She flexed her fingers, her breathing turning heavy and her fangs itching to descend now that she was so close to killing him.
She listened for a sign of Valentine in the dark crypt and felt him on the edge of her senses. Guiding the man backwards by pressing her hands against his chest, she ignored his muttered words and ran her fingers upwards. She grinned in the darkness and switched into her vampire guise. Her senses immediately sharpened, bringing the man into focus again. He still didn’t look worried.
A noise echoed through the crypt.
She smiled at the low growl and let her own rumble through her chest.
Now the man looked worried.
Valentine appeared behind him and a thrill ran through her when she saw his fingers grasp the man’s arms, pinning them against his sides. She tensed and bit her lip when Valentine sank his fangs into the man’s neck. He tried to scream but she pressed her hand against his mouth, shaking her head as she did so. She watched Valentine feeding and her senses hummed with delight when she caught the scent of the blood. She stepped closer to them, her body burning with the desire to taste the warm liquid, but she knew better than to feed off another vampire’s kill without permission. Licking her lips, she snarled at Valentine when he growled at her, and then smiled when he released the man’s arm and beckoned her. She adjusted her hand so it was still covering the man’s mouth and bit down hard on the other side of his throat. The second his blood filled her mouth, she moaned and tightly gripped his arm, digging her fingers it. It was divine to taste such fresh, pure blood after having to drink bagged blood for so many days. She let go of the man’s mouth, clawing at his chest and snarling while she sank her teeth in deeper. She wanted more.
Drinking deeply, she listened to the petrified thrum of the man’s heart. It drove her on, making her stomach tighten and desire flood her veins. She ran her hand up to his shoulder near Valentine, and then buried her fingers into Valentine’s hair. He growled but it didn’t stop her. He wasn’t threatening her. He was enjoying this kill as much as she was.
When the man’s heart faltered and stopped, she released him. His body dropped to the floor when Valentine did the same. She stared across the body at Valentine, looking straight into his eyes. He licked his lips and her eyes dropped there, her breathing still heavy with passion and her whole being humming with pleasure. She stepped across the carcass and ran her hands over his chest.
His eyes moved to her mouth and she parted her lips, inviting him in. He growled, sneered and dragged her up against him. She moaned into his mouth as he crushed her lips in a deep kiss, his claws digging into her sides while he held her. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she kissed him back, pouring out her passion and letting her desire build to a crescendo.
He drew back and stared into her eyes, and then at her neck. She obeyed his silent command and pulled her hair away from it, exposing it to him.
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