Vampire Emeritus (Part #3) ✔

Chapter 1: Basics of Bitchcraft

Heyy there, welcome to the third part of Chloe's adventures. If you haven't yet, go check out the first part and the sequel, Intro to Vampirism and Master of Vampirism. Thank you for reading <3 

TWO YEARS LATER 

My black-leather Manolo boots clanked against the marble-covered lobby, the long-sleeved, tight black dress lifted up against my thighs, and my nostrils delicately flared upon smelling fresh blood coming from the living room.

Somebody died in this house again.

A grunt fell off my lips as I pushed the dark-wood sleek double door open and entered the large, modern area. June sun seeped through the large, wall-covering terrace door, illuminating the red, leather sofa and the fluffy white carpet, reflecting off the glass table and the freshly-spilled blood soaking into the parquet.

The blonde woman's wide-open eyes stared into nothing; unrelenting fear still shining inside, her soul stuck in between two breaths, remaining caught in the moment of surprise and hopelessness.

Bobby Mason stood two feet away, drinking the life out of another blonde, whose lips quivered less by the minute, whose eyelids fluttered closed as I approached.

I put my hand on my hip, "There's someone dead on my fluffy carpet."

Bobby's ravenous eyes found mine, his fangs tore off the woman's neck, blood poured down her chest, staining her skimpy yellow dress, "Sorry, Chloe. I'll buy you a new one."

"She's dead." I took in a sharp breath. "Why is she dead?"

"She was too yummy to live." Blood coated Bobby's teeth as he grinned.

"I told you not to kill anyone." Teeth ached in my mouth, probing against my lower lip. "Feeding isn't about killing."

"But it is, isn't it?" Bobby pushed the woman off, her frail body stumbled on the carpet next to her friend's body, staining the designer fabric even more. "Killing is like a special ingredient. It adds flavour."

A small smile emerged on my lip. My heel probed the fluffy carpet as I walked to the woman and pulled her up. Despite being sluggish, there was more blood in her body. She could take more.

"Don't let me stop you from enjoying your meal." I pushed the woman back into the black-haired man's arms.

He caught her readily and sunk his teeth back into her neck.

I circled him, "There truly is something fascinating in taking a human life, isn't there?"

Bobby breathed in sharply, "Oh, yes. Energetic."

The woman whimpered as he bit down hard.

I walked behind him. My hand snaked into my bag and I pulled out a wooden stake.

"Too bad it's wrong." I positioned the stake against Bobby's back.

As he lifted his head, probably confused, I pushed.

The stake went through his spine, scratching against the bones, and pierced the soft flesh of his heart swiftly, almost elegantly. Bobby didn't let out a sound. Life drained out of him before he could voice his protests. His grey body stumbled onto the floor, staining my fluffy carpet some more.

The woman, still alive, whimpered under his weight.

"What the fuck?" An exasperated sigh came from the door.

Thomas leaned against the frame; his white shirt wrinkling around his elbows as he crossed his hands on his chest, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room, a frown etched between his brows.