𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 || 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

Fifteen

Blood.

I was drenched in blood from my forehead down to my chin.

With Malakai being old enough to stay alone more frequently and not needing Dwayne and I as much, it'd left a lot of time for road trips and adventures for Dwayne and I to go on for long periods of time.

Currently, we were somewhere on the coastline of California getting the best blood high we'd had in a long time.

I'd thought my blood lust had lessened over the years, but with little to no responsibility anymore, I had more time to let my hair down and feed the inner beast that's been suppressed for far to long.

Sure, I've divulged in a few minor massacres over the last few years, but it's been a long time since I've drank more than my body weight in blood and not cared about the consequence.

Speaking of hair, it was covered in blood as Dwayne and I'd compelled an entire beach party to go on about their business as we one by one drained them.

At first, it'd been an innocent encounter, Dwayne and I initially joining the party by grinding and dancing to our hearts content to the music pouring from the speakers, and then it'd turned into a game.

After a younger girl approached Dwayne and tried to grind on him, I lost my shit and snapped her neck before her ass could make contact with his body and as a result we had to compel the group of people.

After that, my anger and possessiveness took control and I sank my fangs into the throat of some disgustingly drunk surfer and from there it was a frenzy.

Being a vampire made us alluring and attractive beyond comparison to humans, and after nearly eighteen years of not having any one attempt to touch my mate, most of them deathly terrified of us back in Santa Carla, I went berserk.

Between one kill and the next, Dwayne intercepted me and promised that if I drained more people than him, he'd bend me over on the sand and fuck me while we drained the last persons life from their body.

So, I let go and went from body to body, draining them, not caring about the mess I was making or the result of their throats from how ferociously I'd torn it open with my fangs.

By the time the second to last person was dropping to the floor, I found Dwayne standing next to the last person, yellow eyes ablaze as he stared at all the unmoving bodies now all over the sand, the ruby liquid from their bodies soaking into the crystals.

"My, my darling. We've made quite the mess haven't we?" He asks me, his own face covered in red as his yellow eyes bore into my body.

"I think so." I say as I speed run over to him and stand onto my tiptoes and lick a strip up his cheek, licking the blood from his skin.

His hand grabs my throat and tears me away from his face, burning eyes looking down at me as I smile devilishly at him.

"How many Lilah?" He asks and in an isntant, I utter the number to him.

"37." I say and his hand tightens on my throat and he tsks.

"41." He says and my face falls.

"Ho-" but his lips crash to mine, cutting me off as he shoves his tongue into my mouth.

'You've lost your touch darling. But, I can't resist seeing you covered in blood and my dicks been hard since before we started killing these people, so be a good girl and bend over.' Dwayne orders as his tongue swirls deep inside my mouth before he pulls back.