Neck Deep In Vampires (A BBW Urban Fantasy) by Georgette St. Clair Read Free Book Online Page A

them, which meant I had access to their minds.
    Ironically, it was Simon who had originally recruited me to kill Andreas several months earlier.  Although he had promised his mother that he’d never kill Andreas, he hadn’t promised that he wouldn’t recruit someone else to do it. When Andreas tipped over the edge to madness, Simon felt that he had no choice.
    After he got me to agree that I would assassinate Andreas, Simon then ordered me to Compel him to forget what he’d asked me to do, in case Andreas read his mind.
    I was completely alone in my mission, alone in the world, and I felt it every minute of every day.  I was simultaneously dreading and yearning for the day I killed Andreas; I just wanted this to be over.
    I lay on my bed and slowed my breathing, and entered the mind of one of Andreas’ Thralls, a man named Blaylock.
    Blaylock was in Andreas’ in ner circle, and he’d helped Andreas make his travel arrangements for the upcoming meeting in Georgia. I wanted to make sure that everything was still on schedule, and see if I could find out anything more about Andreas’ plans.
    What I saw when I entered Blaylock’s mind shocked me.
    Blaylock was hurrying down a stone hallway, towards Andreas’ bedroom. He was planning to kill Andreas.
    Shock rippled through me. Could this really be happening? Had Andreas gone so far that even his servants were ready to turn on him?
    Blaylock was leading his sister down the hallway, a woman named Theresa. He was pulling her by the arm, and she was sobbing. Andreas planned on killing her, and he’d ordered Blaylock to deliver her to her doom. I could see Andreas’ face, the gloating grin stretching his handsome features, as he told Blaylock to fetch her from her room where she was doing needlepoint.
    Andreas was going to make Blaylock watch what he did to Theresa. Yes, he’d finally gone too far. I’d known that would happen.  He was escalating. First he’d started pitting his Thralls against each other, torturing them emotionally. Then he’d started torturing them physically. Then torturing and killing them.
    Now, he was torturing and killing them – and making their loved ones watch while he did it. 
    My stomach clenched as Blaylock walked into the room. He was desperately trying to block his thoughts from his mind, so he’d be able to kill Andreas before Andreas knew what was about to happen.
    He’d fail. The older a vampire, the stronger his powers. Andreas could read anyone’s mind except mine – and I was basically a mutant, so I didn’t count. A mortal like Blaylock stood no chance.
    Andreas was in his bedroom, which was massive. There were half a dozen bodyguards with him   The walls were stone.   There was an entire table of instruments of torture laid out, next to a wooden table with manacles at the head and feet area.  Blood stained the floor around the table.
    Theresa stumbled in to the room weeping and shaking, her face buried in her hands.
    Blaylock moved quickly, pulling a gun from his pocket. The bullets were coated with silver.
    Before he could shoot, two of Andreas’ bodyguards sprang forward, grabbing him and restraining him.
    Theresa didn’t move; she stood still, shoulders heaving, crying hopelessly.
    “He’s gone crazy!” Blaylock screamed at the two men as they wrestled him to the ground. “He’ll kill your families too! Don’t you see? You can stop him! Don’t do this!”
    But they ignored him, binding his hands quickly, and I pulled out of his mind, shaking and nauseous. Tears ran down my face.  I climbed out of bed, ran into the bathroom, and dry heaved into the toilet.
    Vampires did not kill or harm their Thralls in any way. Vampires protected and cherished their Thralls. They depended on them to help keep their existence a secret.  Any attack on a Thrall was taken very seriously.
    Andreas hadn’t pushed his inner circle to rebellion yet, but it was only a matter of time – and who knows what would happen then?
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