Living in Darkness (Bloodbreeders) by Robin Renee Ray Read Free Book Online Page A

know? Do you know them? Have you seen them before?” I pulled
away from him and stood up. “Tell me something… anything, please?”
    He stood and stepped in close, almost to the point of touching. I
searched his face, pleading with my eyes to learn anything from this
man, this creature, or whatever he might be. He brought his hand up and gently
touched the side of my face. “You have so much to learn, and all the time in
the world to learn it. We have already wasted far too much of this night and
you must feed,” he said.
    “No, Martin,” I said, once again on the defensive. “I already told you
I won’t do that, so please don’t ask me again.”
    “If you do not, you will die the true death, is that what you want?” he asked, frustration once again apparent in his tone.
    “True death? What does that mean? Do you really think it could be any
worse than this?” I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when the pain
hit. My stomach felt as if it had been pummeled with a sledgehammer, and I was
on the ground before I realized that I had moved.
    Martin picked me up carefully and made his way back to the crypt that
had become my new home. When we were inside, he laid me down on my makeshift
bed, and closed the stone door securely behind us. I lay there moaning in
agonizing misery, tossing from side to side with my knees pulled as far up to my
chest as they would go. “Oh Dear God,” I exclaimed. “I can’t take this, I’m on
fire.”
    I felt as Martin kneeled close to my side. He removed his jacket and
threw it across the room. “You will feed,
Renee,” he said sternly, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. He bared his teeth
and bit down on his own wrist. I was sickened by the sound of him ripping
through his own flesh. He held up his arm, watching, as it was taking only
seconds before the crimson drops began to appear. The blood started flowing
from the wound, and as it did, Martin placed his other hand under my neck,
lifting my head towards the gash.
    “I won’t do it, I can’t. Please, Martin!” I begged, thrashing my head
away, trying to turn my back to him. He grabbed me by the back of my hair, and
before I knew what was happening, my head was yanked backwards.
    “You will do as you are told.” Martin stated firmly.
    He shoved his bleeding arm against my mouth so hard that I was unsure
if the blood that I was tasting , was his or mine. I
fought with every ounce of my being to get away, twisting, kicking, clawing,
but he held firm. I tried to scream, but the thick fluid I could feel running
down my throat, caused me to gag every time I gasped for air. I did the only
think that I could think to do, I gave him what he
wanted. I grabbed his arm with both of my hands, and bit down as hard as I could.
Now the tables were turned. Martin was the one trying to pull away...in vain.
    “What are you doing?” he demanded. “Stop it… I don’t want to hurt you,
Renee, but I will if I must...I said, let go.”
    He backhanded me with such force, that my head slammed against the
concrete curved wall, and was almost knocked unconscious. He stared at me in
disbelief as he cradled his mangled arm. Within seconds I realized that I hadn’t
come away empty handed. I had a souvenir, which was still in my mouth.
Disgusted, I spat hard, and didn’t dare look at what now lay on the floor. I
looked up instead at this man that I was really
starting to hate, and began to laugh uncontrollably. I knew I must have
appeared crazed, rolling around laughing wildly with blood coating my face.
Martin stared at me for a moment, and then concurred with my actions.
    “You’re mad. Now we are stuck here for another cursed day in this,” he
paused waving his good hand about “Horrible dank place.” Then he turned to walk
away and that’s when I heard him say under his breath before collapsing to his
bed, “Maybe I have made a mistake.”
    I am not sure why, but hearing him say those words caused my heart to
drop. I watched