The Silver Cross - The Path Of A Monster (Book One)

Chapter Fifteen - Phoenix

The music blasted through the entire club, he could feel the vibrations on the carpet upstairs, yet said nothing to either of the owners, Evelyn or Lucian. From what he could tell about them, Lucian was the younger vampire in that mix, young enough, about Jack's age, maybe a little older when he was made. His dirty blonde hair was beautifully kept, shaved at the sides and gelled up a little. It suited him, his pale blue eyes, like looking at a puddle of water in the snow. 

She was very different, about nineteen, maybe twenty when she was made, her mocha skin flawless, like her enticing amber eyes and rich chocolate brown waves that made her face look so petite, elven and yet he could imagine she had a deadlier side to her.

"How are you feeling?" she asked as she pushed a glass of blood towards him.

He shook his head and pushed it back, "I'm fine, I'm all healed, I don't need that anymore."

"And yet you crave it," she pointed out as she handed him a mirror.

The face that stared back at him was frightening, like looking at a monster... he was a monster, red eyes, skin paler than anything he remembered. He looked like a porcelain doll, frighteningly hideous, the blood he craved reddening his eyes. He put it down, looking at the pair, for moment wondering why they weren't afraid, wondering how they looked human enough to pass for one.

"How do I... how can I? I don't want to look like that!" Jack snapped.

"Your emotions are spiralling, it happens to us all. Your face changes with hunger, as a new vampire, you will be exceptionally hungry, until you satisfy the thirst you're denying, you'll look like the monster you fear the most," Evelyn explained in a calm tone, standing up to comfort him, to hand him the glass of blood. "Don't be afraid, whatever you were is gone, embrace what you are, live how you wish to live, do what you wish to do."

He took it from her hands, like he was taking an offering from a goddess, his eyes tracing her neck gently as his fangs begged for a taste. She smiled seductively as if they were thinking the same thing... or she could understand him, hear his thoughts as if they were hers.

Snapping himself out of it, he looked back down at the glass in his hand, the thick liquid looked as horrible as he imagined, thick and gloopy, disgusting. He put it to his lips, thinking he'd vomit at the taste but he welcomed it as if it were a bottle of wine. Slowly he sipped it, the taste exploding in his mouth, he downed it quickly, putting the glass down as he grabbed the mirror, watching his face change again to the normal look he welcomed.

"Thank you," he stated, looking directly at her, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the only one in the room, the only light radiating, and everything else was... dark, forgotten.

"Lucian, go and take care of the club, I've got everything under control here," she promised with a smile.

Lucian nodded at her and headed for the door, swinging it open as he walked out of her office.

Jack turned his attentions back on her as she smiled at him enticingly, her eyes so beautiful, he had never seen anything like them. She took off her silvery cardigan, exposing her shoulders and beautiful black dress as it clung to her body, smirking as he traced it.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked teasingly.

He peeled his eyes away but even that didn't stop it, he could not help but be drawn to her, stepping towards her with rapid, unknown speed. His hands rested on her desk as she pulled him in for a kiss, she wrapped her arms around his waist as broke off their kiss, kissing down her neck hungrily, his fangs lengthened as they lingered hungrily over her shoulder.

Before he could wonder, before he could ask, she bit down into his own shoulder, letting him do the same as she sat down on the desk, reaching for the button on his jeans, unzipping them quickly. He pulled his fangs out quickly as he pulled her dress up, pulling her closer to him, piercing her skin once more.

He drank her blood down as she fed off his own as he threw himself into the fires of passion, not caring about anything but her and about the hunger, the lust that overcame him. If she were human, it would have been dangerous, but since she was a vampire, there was nothing he could do to her that she couldn't do back.