Bloodrush by Bryan Smith Read Free Book Online

remained of his conscience. Was she saying he wouldn’t fully be a vampire until he consumed the blood of an innocent? It seemed an obvious conclusion, but the fierceness of the ache churning in his belly rendered the question irrelevant. He was no longer capable of holding back.
    He snarled and leapt upon the bound woman. Her eyes fluttered open as he shoved her legs apart and shoved his rigid cock deep inside her. She moaned as he moved inside her, becoming helplessly aroused by the invasion. David knew she’d be screaming and flailing at him if he was still a normal man. But he wasn’t normal. He wasn’t even really a man anymore. She sighed and strained toward him. He leered at her and opened his mouth wide. He felt a popping of jawbones as his mouth distended, felt his gums bulge as his teeth grew sharper and longer. His cheeks felt strangely elastic as his jaw dropped lower than humanly possible. He kept staring into the woman’s eyes, expecting to see terror bloom there any moment. But she seemed numb to the reality of what was happening to her. She looked drugged. Perhaps the effect of some vampiric pheromone. He had no way of knowing.
    He slapped her. Hard. “Look at me.”
    Her pupils remained dilated. Her smile was beatific. She moaned. “Yes. Yes. I see you.”
    He slapped her again, much harder than before. Her eyes began to focus more sharply on him. Good. That was what he wanted. “I’m going to kill you.”
    There it was. The terror.
    It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
    He ejaculated deep inside her as he snarled again and ripped out her throat. A jet of hot blood hit his face. The feel of it against his flesh was wonderfully warm. The bone-deep cold began to leach from his body. He clamped his mouth around the ragged wound, perfectly sealing it, and drank deeply from her. She moaned and writhed slowly against him, still aroused despite what was happening to her. He drank greedily, his throat bulging as he quickly suctioned every drop of blood from her body.
    He rolled away from the corpse and sat up, grinning at Narcisa, who stood nearby with her arms folded beneath her breasts. She wasn’t smiling now. The coldly appraising expression he remembered from the shopping mall was back.
    “Enjoy yourself?”
    The grin wouldn’t leave his face. “Yes. God, yes.”
    “Feel any guilt for the life you’ve taken?”
    “None.”
    She nodded. “Good. It’s finished, then. There’s nothing human left in you.”
    “Good fucking riddance.”
    Another nod. “Do you feel satisfied, as if you couldn’t possibly drink another drop?”
    He shook his head again. “Not even close.”
    Now she allowed herself a smile, a small one that slightly dimpled the corners of her mouth. “Care to join me in a hunting expedition?”
    He surged to his feet and approached to within inches of her. He felt her cool breath on his cheeks, an indicator that she hadn’t imbibed since partaking of the gray-skinned woman. And that had only been a taste. She was ravenous. He could smell the need on her. Sniffing it reignited his own thirst.
    “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
    Her smile broadened. “Good.”
    She clasped hands with him. A white radiance began to fill the cavern as the tactile world started to fade. This he remembered from those last moments on the bench at the shopping mall. He felt a little twinge of nervous anticipation as he realized what would happen next. The moments of fading consciousness, that strange sensation of ceasing to exist. He experienced a moment of the starkest terror as the process began, then relaxed as it continued, a numbness overtaking him as the world and consciousness itself faded…

7: INITIATION
    He came out of the light and into the dark. There was a jarring sense of displacement, followed by a wave of disorientation. For a long, heart-pounding moment, he wasn’t sure who he was or what he was. He was just a thing in the darkness, possessed of a rudimentary