King's Blood: Vampire Lust (A Serial Novel, Part 3) Read Online Free Page B

Issues... issues ? Oh, so you’re a bloody psychologist now, aren’t you? Come here, you little fucker!”
    The wrinkly brawler lunged at me; his bronze fist connecting with my forehead. The force of his hay-maker surprised me with its sheer speed and power. A sharp pain penetrated the frontal portion of my skull, resonating to the back of my ears. In an instant, I realized I had my hands full. This man was more than capable of hurting me in ways that I had never been hurt before. Before I knew it, I was on my back in front of the room I thought Milton had gone into. My head had fallen back and connected with the door, opening it in the process. The sharp cold air that I felt when I peeked into the room immediately engulfed the hallway where the Aussie and I found ourselves tussling. The Aussie threw himself onto the floor and began to grab at my throat. I fought off his frenzied attempts at a choke hold. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets. His instinct to kill was uncharacteristic for a random guest who had most likely paid over $500 a night for his hotel stay.
    Finally, I managed to foster up enough strength to push him away. I had never had this much trouble repelling a mortal off my body, let alone someone who looked twice my age. With the little energy I had left, I sprung up from the floor in an instant and propelled myself at the attacker, wrapping myself around his upper torso. With every single ounce of strength that I could muster, I spun the Aussie and myself into the freezing, dark hotel room. I landed on top of his stomach as he lay on his back. He began pummeling my head with his fists in a disjointed manner, without proper technique and in a frenzied panic.
    As my head continued to be bashed in for what seemed like an eternity, we both immediately felt a cold snap. The pummeling ceased and the Aussie looked up and above his forehead while he continued to lie on his back. A tall, dark haunting figure wearing a blue silk robe emerged from the darkest portions of the hotel room. A matching hood obscured its face. The mysterious being then raised its right arm, its hand and limb covered by an oversized silk sleeve. The sleeve retracted, revealing a sharp, gleaming three-foot Bushido Sword. The blade was so sharp that the hallway light that shone through the doorway created a sublime blinding reflection which temporarily squinted the Aussie and me.
    The robed specter gripped the handle of the sword with both hands and lifted it over its head in a pre-strike motion. My combatant’s expression went from one of unadulterated madness to a look of submissive terror. I immediately backed away and crawled to the wall by the doorway; instinctively shielding myself with my arms and hands. As soon as the Aussie got up from the floor, the sword flashed and the ghostly figure’s robe swirled. A decapitated head thudded to the floor. The Aussie’s head just laid there, its mouth agape, staring at me. His death was swift, yet cruel.
    “ No, please don’t!” I pleaded, hoping to strike a merciful chord with the merciless apparition.
    “ I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’m so sorry. I’m just going to get out and go back to my room.”
    The figure just stood there, sword at its side. I hunched over while grabbing my stomach.
    I got up quickly, too quickly. It was all I could do to keep my dinner down, especially with the dismembered head staring up at me from just a few feet away. With the apparition looking at me, I stumbled toward the door.
    “ Jack, wait,” said Milton hastily, “Where do you think you’re going?”
    I looked up at the boy. Defeated, scared, and vulnerable-these were the feelings I expressed subconsciously to Milton as I laid in a withered state.
    “Milton, keep my wallet. I’m just going to see myself out,” I said faintly.
    “ No, I saved your life. You owe us.”
    “ Son, I don’t owe you anything. Leave me alone, please.”
    “ I knew you would chase me here. We know who