Blood Prize (Bloody Dance #1) Read Online Free

“You’re the one the Great Demon Ban turned.” My eyes widen at the name. Ban, The Great Demon Ban. My white whale. This man must have been hanging out with demons. How else would he know about me, about Ban?
    My fingers tighten on his shoulders. So what? Who cares if he knew? Ban didn’t turn me into anything. It was my will to live that made me come back from the dead. I’m sure Ban would like to take credit for it all, but that wasn’t the case.
    Leaning down I bit into the outlaw’s neck. Warm thick blood poured into my mouth. It tasted sour, like milk that was a few days past its expiration date. The outlaw reached out grabbing my hair. He tried to pull me away from his neck but failed.
    I could hear the air panting out of his lungs. The more I drank I could hear his heart starting to slow. His fingers slipped down from my hair as he lost the will to live. That was the difference between him and I. I never lost that will. Until the last moment, I fought for my life.
    When every last drop of the sour liquid was settled into my belly I pulled away from him. Looking down at the two dead bodies I reached out to the woman. Running my fingers over her face I shut her eyes.
    Pulling my dagger from the holster on my leg I stabbed the man in the neck where my fang marks were. No one would look close enough at the body to see the true cause of his death. No one in this world cared enough.
    Wiping my mouth off I could feel the energy the blood gives me rushing through my body. Closing my eyes, I took pleasure in the power that flowed. Shaking my head, I wasted enough time in this place.
    Standing up again I muttered a transportation spell. Anyone with magic could use one. They were a lot easier than carrying two hundred pounds of dead weight back to the bar with me. A green light engulfed me and the outlaw. My eyes shifted back to the woman on the blood stained mattress. Squeezing my eyes shut as I left her there.
    The spell took me outside of the Bounty Hunter bar I had been in only an hour or two before. Pulling the outlaw by the hair when I came back inside the man I had attacked was sitting at a table. He had an ice pack on the back of his head looking like a child that just been punished. Good.
    The owner shook his head, it was the same reaction he always gave me. Every time I took a page from his board I always returned within a few hours. Passing him my card he swiped it through the system adding the credits I earned by killing this man. The price was cut by one-third for killing him. I knew that when I took the job.
    The owner passed me back my card. He muttered something about bringing my father the next time I came in here to take a mission. I only nodded my head waving at him. The body would be turned over to the person who put the bounty on the outlaw’s head. My job was done.
    The walk home was easy. The house was dark when I entered it. I didn’t need to turn on the lights and disturbed the darkness. At the top of the stairs and to my left was my room. Coming inside I flopped down on my bed. Reaching under my pillow I found the wireless earplugs.
    Two hundred years ago you needed an iPod to enjoy music. Now all of your music was stored inside of two earplugs. You gave voice commands when you wanted to change the song or turn the volume up. These cost more than iPods, but I found them worth the three thousand credits I spent. When everyone else slept, I got to lose myself in music.
    Ban turned me, he said. That wasn’t actually true. Ban only killed me. My will to live was what brought me back. Maybe the demon blood that fell into my mouth helped. I wasn’t willing to give Ban credit for anything though. He wanted me dead; I just couldn’t die. Not back then, not now either.
    I laid dead in my home for three days. The scent of human blood woke me. The men that came into our home were slaughtered by my hands, by my hunger. Then I fell to sleep again. When I woke the next time, it was in darkness. I had been