Children of the Fallen: In Cold Blood (BOOK #2)

Chapter 25: Goodbye Grayson

Grayson Spencer

15 Years Ago

I walk out from the bathroom after throwing some water on my face. Still in a state of disbelief that last night actually happened. We didn't stop even after the sun rose. I think it was 11am when we finally knocked out. If we weren't on our own private floor I can't imagine the noise complaints we would've gotten, especially when we went into the shower together. Walking out of the bathroom I find Morgan over by the minibar in her jeans that I broke last night and my shirt, feeding on someone. She rips back deeply exhaling as the man's lifeless body falls to the floor.

I laugh breathlessly walking closer to her. Fuck, she's gorgeous. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman. Every step nearing her has flashbacks of last night coming to me. Dragging out her climax returning the favor of having to beg for it tenfold, her mouth wrapped around my dick and the way she used her tongue and hands, using the shower head on her, the blindfold, everything we did- taking it further each time. I can still see her riding through her orgasms, I still taste her on my lips, I can hear her sweet moans, feel her nails dragging across my back as clear and as real as if it were happening right now. The way she looked when she was riding me will forever be my favorite sight.

"Oh did you want?" She glances down at the body while she wipes the blood remaining on her face. I meet her stare and my blood runs cold. There's nothing.

Absolutely nothing. Suddenly the walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me as a deep ache began in my heart. Those hazel eyes of hers were bright and warm, they were a comforting sight. Now as I stare into them the only reaction they garner is a chill down my spine.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"More than okay. Why?" Her head tilts a bit, narrowing her cold eyes. Now in the harsh light of day, both of us unfortunately sober I see all that I looked over or completely missed last night. Too wrapped up in everything going on to notice that whatever fire I saw last night was a mirage curated by my own mind. I didn't realize there was ice that had replaced that fire.

I clear my throat. "You just dropped that guy- you look..." I attempt to say anything to explain my suddenly pale face.

"He's human." She says, now noticing her harsh and bitter tone.

"Yeah but..." I keep staring into each eye trying to find something recognizable but the more I stare the less I know the person standing in front of me.

She scoffs. "Since when do you give a shit about the lives of humans?"

"I don't. It's just-." I try to find the words but I'm at a loss right now. "It's a little weird seeing you do that."

"I'm a vampire aren't I? I have been since we met."

"Yeah. Yeah you're right. Sorry I was a little taken back." I lie. I'm beyond taken back.

I clear my throat once more and step around the corpse on the floor to grab a drink from the mini bar. I start pouring straight vodka into a cup with a heavy hand. "Make me one?" She says behind me gently tracing her fingers down my back.

"Yeah." I respond, nervously grabbing another glass to pour her a glass of straight vodka as well. 

I turn to face this stranger handing her the glass. She takes a sip not breaking eye contact like she knows it's making me nervous. I sip my drink quickly. "Are you happy? With your life?" I ask.

"Thrilled." She says keeping that unnerving eye contact.

"Okay good." I think. "I have to admit I was scared to see you."

"You were scared to see me?" She smirks.

I still am. Even more now.

"I thought you'd still hate me."

She chuckles as she walks towards the couch. "Because of 4 years ago?" She says resting on the arm of the couch taking a sip of vodka.

"Yeah."

She shrugs. "I don't hate you."

"Good." I breathe out, relieved.

"But I don't forgive you."

I guess that's something I should've expected but I feel a huge punch to the gut. "But you're happy, you have everything, you're-."

"Yeah. I've embraced everything that I am. My title, being a vampire- matter of fact I love it but that doesn't mean I forgive you."

"I'm sorry." I look down at the floor.

"No, you're not." She states. "But it's okay. You did what you had to do to get the crown. I commend you for it. I respect you even, but you fucked me over, I won't just forget that."

I stand still as no words come to me.

She downs the rest of her drink, placing it on the end table behind her. She stands up and clasps her hands together. "Well this was fun. Thanks for the sex." She picks up her heels off the floor and starts walking away.

"Wait-."

"Goodbye Grayson." She says cutting me off before turning away from me and walking out of the hotel rooms front door, leaving me standing there dumbfounded. Who is she? Who the fuck was that? The guilt hits me like a tsunami and nothing could stop it.

What have I done?