Origins (A Demonkin Novel) Read Online Free

piercing the flesh of his neck and the first spurt of his lifeblood striking my tongue. Blurrily, I remember hands of steel and sinew pulling against me, trying to pull me off the handsome stranger whose blood tasted so sweet. I remember the shouts of anger and outrage at what I had done, and then I remember nothing.

 
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
     
    I came to sitting in a high backed leather chair in a nondescript office. I didn't know if I remained at the club, or had been spirited somewhere else. I felt two things, regret for what I had done, and fear of the consequences. I wasn't just sitting in the comfortable chair; I had been bound hand and foot with not one, not two, but three sets of handcuffs. I must have fought pretty hard against the bouncers for such extreme measures. I must have not completely fed either, because the hunger still grumbled from deep within.
    I looked around the room, and knew myself to be alone. I thought of the handsome vampire I had attacked with a pang of guilt. I wondered at his fate. I don't think you can kill a vampire by ripping out his throat, but for every interesting fact I did know about vampires, there are probably a million no one had documented yet. If you want to talk about secretive sects, vampires outrank most supernatural species by several rungs of the ladder.
    I glanced down at the sets of handcuffs encircling my wrists and gave a tentative tug. They weren't standard police issue cuffs either. I could tell because instead of being a bright chrome color, they had a grey matte finish. I wondered what material was used in their production. While cool to the touch, pure metal would have been even cooler. I pulled my wrists apart to see if they would give, but the material refused. I had heard the expression "up the creek" before, but now I could actually pinpoint the location on a map.
    I heard footsteps outside the door and I glanced up just as the door swung open. An angry looking woman stopped just inside the door and stared at me with hatred in her eyes. I gasped a little from her beauty. She stood about five foot seven and probably weighed a little more than my one-hundred pounds. Her hair, the color of spun gold, lay intricately above her beautiful face. Green eyes flashed at me and her lips pursed in an angry line. Her skirt and jacket, obviously of designer label, lay sleekly against the lines of her body and she wore them gracefully.
    "Give me one goddamn reason why I shouldn't turn you over to the fucking police." She stood with one hand on her slim waist and one foot tapping an angry rhythm on the hardwood floor.
    "I'm sorry ma'am. I wouldn't blame you if you did. I haven't eaten in almost a week, and I don't know what came over me," I looked down as I said it and tried to look as meek as humanly or inhumanly possible. I didn't even look up when I heard her close the door and walk behind the mahogany desk in front of me to sit down.
    "Who are you, and more importantly what the hell are you? I know you're a vamp, at least a master, but how did you get so fucking strong? I have seen hunger do strange things, but it took ten of us to pull you off Charles. Those handcuffs you are wearing are carbon nanofiber cuffs. I couldn't break through one of them, and yet you broke through not one set, but two. I didn't think even three sets would hold you, so again, what the fuck is going on?"
    "I don't know I swear!" I could hear the tears welling up through my voice, and they weren't faked. I felt scared, hungry, and all alone and I feared my perch on the precipice of the abyss wouldn't remain stable. "I have always been like this. I don't remember ever not being a vampire, and I don't know how I got like this. Please, just kill me or call the fucking cops. I can't do this anymore!"
    I brought my cuffed hands to my face, hid behind them, and cried. I didn't expect anything from the female vampire and she didn't disappoint. She just sat behind the desk and left me to my despair. I don't