EXCERPT TAKEN FROM VELICIOUS PART TWO
Here we were again, Butch and I. His pale brown eyes narrowed on me, seething, and slowly, he pushed in every single one of those spikes sticking out of my flesh. He pushed all six of them deep into my tissue, and I cried out with his steady pace. My insides were scalding bit by bit, and I felt my heart constricting. I had way too much Taiyou in my system.
When all six were nestled into my flesh, he walked behind me and swung another chain around my neck. Instantly the Taiyou seared the delicate skin, and he tossed the remaining chains over my shoulders to torture me some more.
My entire body, from my head straight down to my curled toes, went completely listless and numb from exhaustion. The burning felt like it was becoming a part of me after enduring it for so long. My brother would come for me, that I knew. I just didn’t know if he would find me alive, or dead.
I don’t know how long I had been passed out when I heard voices again and those voices made me stir. I moved a little, hearing a woman’s voice. It wasn’t Justice’s voice, but my body was against me, against feeling anything. Any slight movement was a fresh burning hell.
Was that Lady G?
I stirred against my body’s will, and opened my eyes to see Justice. Her hair was wet and she was terrified.
A man was behind her, cupping her face, and I was instantly infuriated.
Out of nowhere, her eyes widened and her back arched upward. I could see the anguish on her face, and she was crying out. Then I smelled blood. Groaning, the freshness of the heavenly scent swarmed my nostrils. I grunted with the bitter-sweetness of my situation.
My vision began to darken. I felt my fangs lengthening, preparing to taste the luscious red beauty.
I saw Justice stagger away from the man, and in his hand, I saw a knife.
He stabbed her. They’re going to leave her here for me to feed on.
I jerked at the chains holding up my wrists. I couldn’t hold my train of thought. I hissed at the humans before me, baring my fangs.
Justice reached around her back. When she brought her hands back around, she seemed shocked when she saw the blood. Saliva filled my mouth upon seeing the redness on her fingers.
Just a taste of her blood, a few gulps, and I could heal myself from the Taiyou. I saw her staggering back into Tristan. She was weak, just what they wanted, so she wouldn’t fight me.
I jerked at the chains again, a new rush of burning persisting on my wrist and around my neck. My whole body punished me for the movement, but the scent of her was too strong to resist the urge.
The merciless intensity pulsed through every vein, muscle, and artery, and I became elevated, my mind consumed with blood. Her blood. Devouring that ethereal smell, teasing me on her fingers and seeping out from the wound on her lower back.
The man brought Justice closer to me and I heard a woman saying something, but I couldn’t concentrate on her words. The man left Justice where she stood, wavering, and then I felt Butch behind me, unshackling my wrist. I collapsed to the ground, an excruciating blow to my entire body. A grunt inevitably escaped me, but her blood didn’t allow me to stay down for very long.
I placed my shaky hands on the cold, damp ground, and breathing in deeply and heavily, I pushed myself up, ignoring the discomfort. I heard her call my name and I could hear the uneasiness in her tone.
Standing up, I turned to not meet her eyes, but to gaze on her fingers, coated in blood. I saw her feet, her toes back up as I shuffled closer.
“We have to get out here,” I heard her voice say in a distant echo. I could hear her heartbeat increasing, and heard her taking in short, quick breaths. “You don’t have to do this,” she begged.
I heard Butch now, and felt the chains tug at my neck, stopping me from walking. I growled at him as he came beside me. “He does,” Butch said. “He’s weakened, but before we get straight to the main dish…” He took off his bloody apron.
Beyond him Justice swayed. Her legs gave way beneath her. I saw her floundering down to her knees, and I watched her bloody fingers clench into her palms. She cried out sobbing, and that brought my gaze up to her brown face, to find only pain. Justice had her eyes closed, grimacing and breathing with very short pulls of air.
“Supposedly, she’s not human,” Butch said, walking toward Justice. Reaching her, he combed his fingers through her hair. Justice tried to move away from him, but he grabbed a chunk of her hair and forced her to the ground. She hollered in pain and for him to stop, but he held on tight.
Butch turned to me again. “Other than your brother, this bitch is the only other thing you care about, so you’re going to watch as I take her from you.”
And with that, he towered above Justice. She tried to fight, but with her wound, there wasn’t much she could do. She yelled and cried, and I tried to pull on the chains, unsure if it was because I wanted to join him and take blood from Justice, or murder him. I wanted to do both, but I didn’t know which need was stronger.
The palms of my hands burned as I pulled, hoping to break the chains, but my hands slipped with the melted skin, puss, and blood. I felt the heat of the chains sear into my neck when I tried to walk forward, and I stopped. I was going decapitate myself if I kept going.
“I’m going to fucking kill you Butch!” I yelled, giving myself some reassurance of which need was overpowering the beast inside of me.
I saw Butch lift his waist to pull down his pants, and he hiked up the dress Justice was wearing. She screamed against him, her legs kicking and hands trying with weak effort, and the more I tugged at the chains, the more I felt them tightening and slicing into my flesh, closing in on my Adam’s apple.
All of a sudden there was a loud explosion, and the room shook violently. Butch and I both looked up at the door. The explosion had come from somewhere in the building. He stood up, pulling up his pants, and then there were gunshots.