For the Love of a Vampire

The Vampire's Debut

Chapter Two! Oh, I'm so excited to be sharing this with you! I don't know what it is about this story but I love this concept so much and had so much fun writing it.

June 15, 2019

Illegal Munition Storehouse, Russia:

Hayden's POV:

I sidestepped the incoming chair with perfect reflexes and peered back at the one who'd chucked it with an amused smirk as it broke against the cement wall behind me, dropping to the floor in a clatter. The maniacal look on my attacker's face only made me smile more, as I stuck my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket in a nonchalant and indifferent manner, letting loose a short chuckle at his antics.

"I get the feeling you don't like me very much." I said, avoiding another wooden object with a fluent movement and letting it fly past my head as I took a few steps forward. "Or did Goldilocks over there forget to fix the coffee this morning?"I asked, motioning with a nod toward the blonde who finally stood up from my throwing him across the room a moment before. The man in front of me responded by charging, two stained knives appearing in his hands and glinting ever so slightly in the dim lit room. He flung one at me, and I clearly heard it sting the air as it travelled toward my chest in attempt to take the life I'd had for over a hundred years. I rolled my eyes at this and in a quicker than lightning motion, my hand shot out from my pocket to catch the dagger just before it sank into my flesh...much to his hilarious and utter shock. I took advantage of his momentary laps of attention and flashed to his side, grabbing the front of his shirt and slamming him against the opposite wall while holding the dagger to his neck. I went serious and could feel my eyes burn as they turned dark. "I want Dagur. Now you're gonna tell me where he is..or I'll rip out your heart and shove it down your throat." I threatened, watching the fear flash into his eyes, establishing my control; yet he remained silent. At his lack of words I pressed the knife harder against his skin, causing him to groan as it penetrated, blood trickling down his chest. "Where is he?"

"I don't know..."He muttered in broken English, gulping in fright.

"Then who does?"I asked, pushing him harder against the wall and increasing the bone-breaking pressure of my fist on his chest. I noticed his pained eyes look past me for a split second and smirked, sensing the movement behind me. I knew it was the other man in the room and I controlled the urge to ridicule his failed attempt at stealth. I saw a flicker of triumph reach the eyes of the man I held, and it caused my lips to curl up into another smile, for I knew how to dash that sense of conquest. The dagger disappeared from his neck instantly as I threw it with flawless precision and moved in a blur, reappearing only once it had perfectly lodged into the unsuspecting blonde's chest. I watched the eyes of the man I held captive widen at what he'd just witnessed as I stared him down, listening as well to the blonde's final sounds of frightened surprise and agony as he fell to the ground with a thud...dead...the weapon he carried losing altitude just as fast as it hit the floor beside him. I saw it happen in the reflection of his eyes...of his fright, and laughed at his panic. I could smell blood pooling on the stone floor, and it caused my inhuman traits to take over. The veins under my eyes pushed from my skin, going dark and pulling my eyes into their shady trance. I kept myself from turning entirely though, managing to keep my fangs from escaping and completing the transformation. My now dagger-free hand was around the living man's neck, crushing it slowly and forcing air to escape from his lungs as I pressed harder against his chest. His face started turning red, the veins in his neck popping under the pressure I increased and his eyes began to bulge from their sockets. His hands came up over mine in a panic, trying to force them away and prolong his pitiful life for but a few more moments. I was angry now, and I let it show, releasing the fire that had been trapped in my eyes this entire time. My rage along with the supernatural appearances on my face only heightened his terror and dread, and I felt the beat of his heart pound violently against the hand I held to his chest.