Turn Me Twice

16

Happy new year guys...it's an update exactly three years later *Wow i am so bad and I am so sorry*. Maybe 2020 is the year I finally get my shit together and update like a normal person...you may need to re-read the book like I did. (sorry i really am)

Blake was already waiting by the time I got back and I looked at my watch, "I'm not late am I?"

"Not as late as I thought you would be," He looked up from his desk. 

Blake walked towards me, running a hand over me, from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers and then wrapping his palm around my fingers, "You need to change into something better."

I nodded.

"Maybe wear that black dress, the short one, with a low neck. It shows off the best of you. Black is fitting for the funeral vibe."

I nodded.

I changed quickly, the dress seemed even tighter than I remember, and lower as well. I pulled the strap up, surely flashing this much skin at a funeral was going to be bad but Blake thought I looked fabulous. Of course he did. He was like a dad that pimps out their kids, in my case, makes them kill. 

I grabbed a jacket, throwing it on for precaution as we hurried over to Charles's house for the funeral. There were lots of cars, in fact you would think there would be even more. 

"Jared will be there, you know, Jonathan's son, the heir to Minthier." Blake said as we got into his car.

"I remember." The young pureblood I met the other night. Blake wasn't a fast driver, but he was driving faster than normal, humming. He was happy, yet I wonder what his plan was. He killed a pureblood, or made me do it, and by the way he was acting it didn't seem like he cared if they found out. 

I wasn't sure who would face the consequences more. Would it be me, the killer, or Blake, as my master he was meant to keep an eye on me. If they found out it was me that killed him, drained his blood with great pleasure, then it would be obviously that Blake was the real mastermind. 

When we arrived, we were one of the last ones in and that was partially my fault. Everyone turned to look at us, Blake walking ahead of me, his head held high and a slight glint in his eye. I kept my head down avoiding eye contact as we walked up to the front.

"I am deeply sorry for this loss." Blake said extending his hand to Charlesington. I held back an eye roll, seeing Blake put on his act. "If you need any hand finding evidence let me know. You've met Miranda." Blake reached for me, pulling me flush by his side and I met the father. It nearly sent a shiver through my body when his eyes met mine, filled with anger and grief.

"She is an expert at tracking people down. Perhaps you should come to our house later nad we can discuss some options...." Blake said.

Wow, I will be finding myself will I Blake? I still didn't get his game plan. After a few other words Blake walked to the coffin that was closed. It was picture perfect like he wanted. Blake placed his hand on it, speaking in ancient pureblood language and took a gold rose out of his pocket. The rose was made from pure gold and was solid, he placed it on the coffin and ushered for me to come back to the seat.

I sat down watching other pure blood, basically royalty of our kind, walk up and do the same. Soon the coffin was littered with roses made out of gold and diamonds. 

"Take off your jacket." Blake said.

"Um, this isn't the right time or place." I whispered back.

Blake smiled, "No it's exactly the right time. Our next victim is staring right at us. We need him to be lured."

I grumbled under my breathe, was he seriously plotting who to kill next while we were at a funeral. Nevertheless he was my master and I was under his command. If he really wanted he could force me to do it without even telling me so. I removed my jacket, the cold air brushed against all the skin I had on display, sending a shiver threw me.

Whilst everyone else had every inch of their skin covered in black and red, I had it all out.

Blake nodded tapping my knee, "Good girl."

* * * 

After the ceremony it was time for canapés. Everyone entered to a big hall room that the family owned, waiter went around with blood in champagne glasses and small food items that no one was touching. 

Even though it was a funeral pureblood's always found a way to show off, and right now I was eyeing a small pastry that was passing by me. I just felt like eating it to so I was doing something rather than standing like a doll next to Blake.

Except that was exactly what he wanted me to do. 

It was a few more minutes before Blake ribbed me and I looked up at what he was looking at. "Here he comes."

I met the eyes of another pureblood, this one looked a bit older than the other ones here. "Who's he." I whispered.

"That my darling, is one of the oldest ones. He is our end goal."

I turned to look at Blake, "No." I whispered, surely he wasn't going to make me kill one of the oldest purebloods. Blake turned and looked at me, he reached out running a hand through my hair like you would to a dog. "Maybe later." He told me.

Maybe later what? 

"Blake, how lovely to see you, whilst I wish we met under different circumstances." 

I turned to look at the man, with high chiseled cheekbones, he was staring at me even though he was talking to Blake.

"Gregory Willis, pleasure is mine. Have you met my daughter Miranda?"

Gregory kept his eyes locked with me, "I do not believe so." Gregory reached for my hand, bringing it up to his lips. 

"Nice to meet you." I lied

 Humans may kiss your hand and release you, instead Gregory bit my skin bearing blood, and then licked it before he let it drop.

"The pleasure is mine." 

I tried not showing the distaste on my face, my skin slightly burning from his touch. However Blake was very pleased smiling between us both, "We will need to catch up more often Gregory."

Gregory finally turned his attention to Blake, "Yes. We will definitley meet soon."

After a few more minutes of boring updates between them both Blake excused us leading us away from Gregory. Blakes hand was on my elbow steering me through the crowd. 

"Now, I have someone else I want you to have fun with tonight."

I groaned, "Blake I am so full, I can't." 

Blake's grip tightened on my elbow as he steered me down a quiet corridor.

"Oh but my child...you must." He brought me to a window and he looked out at the woods. I followed his gaze, there was a young man playing with others.

"He's a kid." I muttered.

"He may be seventeen but he has a healthy appetite for good woman. Do it, in the woods. We can cover that one on the wolves."

"Blake." I said turning around, I wasn't sure what he wanted to play with here but I felt like it was all going to blow up. This was a really public place, not to mention a funeral.

"Miranda meet me back at the house. Discreet this time."

With that Blake turned around and left me staring out the window. He was serious, I could tell as his tone changed. I watched the young men interact with others until the sun had almost disappeared.

I sighed looking up at the high ceiling and grumbled to myself. Who would have thought I would kill two purebloods in twenty-four hours. Not me.

Giving myself a pep talk, I shook my arms trying to get into the vibe.

I reached up, tugging at my hair so it fell loosely all around my shoulders as I headed towards the door that led me outside. 

I was the bait, waiting for the lion. 

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