Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Lorien stayed right where he was, tendrils of his long dark hair playing in the nocturnal breeze, a smirk of amusement on his lips.
“I think we’re happy,” he said, almost with a note of surprise in his voice.
“I think we are too,” Henry agreed.
“Weird,” Lorien said. “It’s usually times like these something explodes, or the world catches on fire, or…”
“Don’t wish for trouble,” Henry said. “It will find us soon enough.”
“I’m not wishing for it. I’m just not… comfortable with this level of calm.”
“Enjoy it, brat,” Henry growled, wincing slightly as a tiny claw pierced the skin of his scalp. He would exchange Gideon for this kitten any day, though the kitten and Gideon both seemed determined to bend him to their will and torture him in the process.
The End
Sorry, I lied again.
Gideon lay blanketed in the darkness, feeling Carter feeding intermittently, suckling from him, taking strength, healing, and slowly becoming something he had never made before. Maddox and Ray had only ever imbibed a small amount of blood from Gideon. He had been very careful to give them no more than they needed, for his essence was potent.
Carter had consumed so many more times that amount, his once blue eyes had already turned black. It was the first sign of a deeper transformation. When they emerged again, Carter would be no mere fledgling. He would be something else. A true child of evil, a creature with a hunger for immortal blood.
Gideon was creating a vampire slayer, a consumer of his fellow undead. When Carter rose, he would be a terror like no other, a danger to all vampire-kind. He would be an abomination, something so feared it would change the course of history.
Smiling to himself in perfect pitch darkness, Gideon could not wait to unleash his grandbaby on the world. Interesting times were coming.
The End
Wait, there’s just a little more…
“Weee!” A snowball sailed through the air, cast from the arm of Chauvelin. It spattered against Ray’s back, exploding in a hail of soft snow, which caused the eldest son of the Maker to turn around, roar with laughter, and sprint across the ice toward the small, dark figure who had so neatly ambushed him.
Ray seemed to move almost as fast as light itself, catching up with his young mate, and knocking him into a drift of thick snow in a bear hug-tackle.
Chauvelin’s cry of delight turned into a soft moan beneath Ray’s icy lips. They were both entirely naked and had been since their arrival.
“This was supposed to be a punishment,” Chauvelin reminded Ray with a snickering laugh.
They were in a desolate, frigid place. But to be fair, they were vampires and vampires did not feel the cold, nor did they particularly seek company. All they needed was one another.
“Oh yes. I know, how poor dear pater will be disappointed.”
They shared the kind of look that only two creatures of evil can share, a quiet and satisfied understanding. Soft chuckles turned to peals and cackles of wicked laughter echoing off distant icebergs.
When their mutual mirth died down, Chauvelin snuggled into Ray’s muscular arms, his dark eyes gleaming.
“Do you think he knows you were the one who reanimated the mother with ancient magic and set all these events in motion?”
“Not a chance,” Ray smirked. “He underestimates me to a lethal degree. He forgets I was there too, at the beginning of things. I stood beside him on the blood-drenched pyramids and I partook of the same sacrifices. Nowadays he considers me an obsequious, sniveling servant, and that suits me very well. Besides, I could not have done it without Lorien. He was the one who reminded me of the research in the remnants of the library. He was the one who hunted down the turning ingredients. He had potential. Pity he’s a wolf fucker too.”
“Mnnnghhhh… Your brand of manipulation is so fucking hot,” Chauvelin said, a slight moan in his tone, as if he could perhaps come from the underhandedness of it all. They truly were an excellent match, never in the foreground, but working in tandem in the shadows, setting dark machinations in progress.
“I just wish I could have been there to see how it ended,” Ray mused. “Oh well. All things in good time. Gideon will forgive me, or become bored, or need me, and then we will receive a summons back to the fray. For now, let us enjoy a well earned vacation.”
“Yes,” Chauvelin agreed, practicing a menacing tone of doom, knowing he would need it later on, and knowing Ray found it absolutely adorable. “Let’s.”
The End.
For real this time.