Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Candice

There were moments of sanity, and there were moments of madness. The latter had become more frequent. To know such kind of strength and to possess it, there were no words that could describe it.

It was something else entirely.

Something so much better.

When I stared into my reflection, I saw someone looking back at me and it wasn't me. It was another soul—dark, wicked, and strong. There was a hunger, a new and a greater hunger that kept rising within me, and there was no way to stop it. Day by day, it was consuming me.

Just like it had consumed someone else.

"Are you going to keep staring at yourself?" A woman's voice echoed in my ears and I turned away from the mirror before looking at her. "People have to wash their hands. Move away."

And I did as she wanted. I moved away from the mirror, letting her rinse her hand.

For a moment there, the sounds were almost deaf until I was snapped back into reality by that woman.

I grabbed my little bag, slinging it over my shoulder and made my way out of the washroom. The bass from the music hit me like a ton of bricks the second I walked out. There was a long line of women waiting outside the female's washroom and that line was only getting longer.

Thankfully, I did what I wanted to do.

People moved in a blur in front of me, under all the neon lights and the darkness that was lingering inside the club. I made my way through the crowd and toward the middle, where it was the most fun. The dance floor was filled with so many people, so many humans that I could actually feel their energies, their souls, their everything.

The desire to feed was strong but someone's eyes were on me and they would remain on me every second of every fucking day.

He was the reason why I hadn't fed yet.

I found him leaning against the bar. Dark curls were hanging in front of his face. His eyes were fixed on me and his lips were curled into a smirk. He had a drink in his hand, a whiskey, neat, which I believed was the only thing he really liked to drink.

I rolled my eyes away from him and turned my back on him, swaying my hips as the beat of the music drowned everything else. Occasionally, I felt hands on my body, random strangers touching me, brushing up against my arm and sometimes even touching my ass.

But there was one who was entirely into me.

"Dance with me," The guy said, holding my waist and pulling myself to him. "Come on."

He was tall, almost as tall as most guys I had seen here. And he was cute too. I could give him that. He had these pretty blue eyes and a nice smile.

"Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?" He leaned closer, holding me tighter to the point I could feel his fingers digging into my skin.

"What if I've a boyfriend?"

"Well, he wouldn't leave you alone here, would he?" He asked, his breath fanning against the side of my face.

"Maybe he's just busy. Do you really want to steal someone's girl?" I questioned, glancing at him and noticing the slight change in his eyes.

"I don't mind. Besides, he wouldn't have a chance with me around."

My lips curved into a smile, "What if he does? What if he could take your very soul and feed off it? What can you possibly do then? You can't fight it so all these—" I traced my hand down his muscular arm and stopped at his wrist. "Can't do anything to protect you from him."