The NightMan Read Online Free Page B

must deal with; the truth. In his own grief stricken heart, he knew it was just a fantasy that would never come true.
    The newly purchased red Camaro stopped abruptly, skidding to a halt in his parking space. The space he hated so dearly. Slowly his fingers ran through his hair one more time before he grabbed the door handle. Tonight it would end. When dawn broke he would no longer be under the services of Dorian.
    Adriel opened the car door and stepped out. Instinctively he sniffed the air, noting the subtle smells of desire, blood, lust and sex. The feeding had already begun. To anyone else the scents would not be so bad, but to him they were intolerable because those scents meant human death. The car door slammed shut and he made haste toward the front door. He thought if he could only manage to control himself until sunrise he would end all of this torture.
    The years of service to Dorian passed slowly for Adriel, protecting the vampires while they slept. He was Dorian’s personal body guard. Over the years he had been with Dorian, he had seen many things. Uncomfortable sights that made him physically ill to his stomach. Vile things which would make a grown man, even one as strong as Adriel cringe. Adriel knew he could have killed Dorian and relieved himself from his service many years ago. But he remained in solitary service to this monster for one reason; Caitlin. He knew he couldn’t take Dorian’s life, or any other vampire, unless it was in self-defense. A deadly pact kept by his forefathers and himself.
    The heart inside of him was tortured every time Caitlin had to be marked. This time all would end.
    The door man opened the tall wooden doors to the elegant mansion for Adriel as he passed through the threshold of hell. He walked swiftly toward his room. His black eyes darted around the mansion, noting the expensive paintings that adorned the burgundy colored walls. The large crystal chandelier hung in the foyer, adding to elegant setting of the mansion.
    A sick feeling crept into his stomach as he neared the top of the stairs. The scent of sex and blood filled the air. Human blood had been spilled this night, and he knew the scent of death would follow.
    In the basement of the large mansion, the vampires gathered, all except Dorian. Adriel was sure Dorian had taken his new sweet to the Master‘s chambers, where Dorian and Alessandra would enjoy her together. Poor thing, Adriel thought, the girl had no idea what real vampires would do to her.
    With all the new hype over vampires, people these days had an unrealistic view of the creatures they really were. The vampires had partially come out of hiding and greedily accepted this new wave of phantasm. Thousands of humans across the world disappeared each day without anyone knowing the truth that vampires walk among the living. Humans acquainted themselves with clubs like Bloody Mary’s and Tiffany’s just to be a part of the vampire’s ingenious plans for feeding. Adriel knew the difference and was disgusted by his first-hand knowledge.
    For years Adriel had watched Dorian and his coven deceive and devour thousands of humans. They remained in somewhat of an isolated state, except until the last few years. He watched silently as the vampires emerged from their hiding places, as mortal humans welcomed them with open arms.
    Adriel wasn’t an immortal like Dorian, however his lifespan was prolonged. It was Adriel’s legacy for a long life. It was his birthright. Although, Adriel appeared to be in his mid-thirties, he was in fact much older and wiser. Over the last one hundred and twenty years he had lived, aging slowly, until his time spent on this earth was over.
    Adriel’s race had almost died out, except for the few remaining cousins who would carry on the lineage. He had no sons or daughters to carry on his line. His dreams of having a family didn’t die. Hope still knocked on the doors of his heart, reminding him not to give up on love.
    Love, the most