Book 8⌇3. The One Who Murdered Her

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Chapter 3 ∣  The One Who Murdered Her

-Maverick

Monster.

The word echoed off the walls of my mind, spinning around in my head at those two syllables. That seven-letter word that had become the bane of my existence, was now being spoken softly off my beloved's delicate lips. The one person who had pushed past everything that had been said about me, challenging me when no other would have dared to set foot in front of my path...

...was the only one who saw me that way now, speaking with such fear, trembling at my touch.

My eyelids lifted open, drawing the tips of my fangs away from her neck and bringing my eyes to hers. There were tears in her eyes and those that had escaped trailed down her stained cheeks. My eyes shifted back, feeling my fangs recede back to their normal length.

What am I doing?

Unconsciously unaware that I had locked her wrist into my grasp when she had tried to strike me, I let her go.

Breathing out a breath she had caught in her chest, afraid it would be the last one she ever drew, she pulled her arm close to her chest.

Oh no...

There were dark bruises, taking shape and form around her fragile wrist from where I had trapped her. I didn't even realize the strength I truly had over her and how this new form of hers, really was so easily breakable.

Human.

Eris is human.

She'll never have the strength she once had as a succubus to withstand my sudden outbursts. Nor will she be able to handle my personality...

Being a vampire and a pureblood one at that, I know I'm a dominant personality...and I've heard far too many stories of others breaking humans even if it wasn't intentional.

She'll never be able to heal on her own...she's so delicate and fragile...

I don't want to hurt her...but I can't hold myself back from that pull that keeps dragging me toward her. Eris' scent, still swirling around and capturing my senses, her eyes, faded light green almost translucent. That dark long ebony hair of hers, falling around her perfect features, her lips, quivering as they were, I just wanted to claim them once again.

I want what we had, but I don't think that will ever be the same again. She doesn't remember anything or anyone, she's terrified. I don't even think she wants to take the opportunity to understand everything.

"Eris, I-"

"Go away!" She cried out, fresh tears spilling from her eyes, "Just leave me alone! You're just--just a monster!"

That drove a stake through my heart, those words cutting me deeper than they ever had in the past.

The one difference.

Control.

The only thing I wasn't sure of, is exactly how much control I have. When Eris died, it was hard, but she wasn't physically here to tempt me like the way she was. Now with her being so close, yet so extremely far away, I really didn't know how long I could resist the urge...

The urge to make her mine once again...

...and the urge to bite her.

It's so damn frustrating, knowing that I'll never be able to fully bond with her.

I stepped back, taking my hands away from the counter and freeing her body from against myself. She looked at me with confusion but quickly moved away from me, shaking as she left the bathroom. When she wrapped her arms around herself, I saw her glance back over her shoulder, afraid I'd come after her to finish the job and kill her.

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