Prophecy of the Undead by Fiona McGier Read Free Book Online

softly. “Phew. What a relief. I may be a demon of the undead now...excuse me, differently-animated, and I face an eternity of drinking blood from hapless humans and offering only a mind-fuck in return, but at least you will answer my questions...sometime...when you are good and ready.”
    Yuri lifted one eyebrow and glared at her. Keisha took that as a sign that she should start reading. He took his cell phone over to the window and began texting by the light of the moon.
    While she was reading, Keisha peeked up to study her inhuman rescuer and was pleased with what she saw.
    I thought he was hot when I met him in the bar, but now? It’s like my eyes never had good enough vision to see everything there is to see before now. He’s about six feet of hard, blond, Slavic good-looking man. A nice tight ass, good muscles, broad shoulders...and a package in his pants that almost pushed me up and off his lap when it twitched. I guess if I had to be killed by someone, I’m glad it was him.
    With that thought amusing her, she smiled as she began reading the papers.

Chapter Seven
    After assuring Keisha that he would be back soon, Yuri left the penthouse apartment by leaping off the balcony. She ran over with alarm, expecting to see him flattened on the pavement below. Instead, he floated in a leisurely manner right in front of her face.
    “Did you think I tried to kill myself? Silly woman...” he teased her.
    “You are flying ?”
    Yuri nodded. “How do you think I got you back here last night? I had to get you to someplace safe quickly so you would wake up in a secure environment to finish your change. Now I’m off to meet with someone who can hopefully answer some of your questions. Please wait here for me. I don’t want to have to rescue you again.”
    Keisha made a face at him. “I’m not used to taking orders from men but I’ll consider sitting around reading your notes until you get back.”
    Yuri snorted. “Consider? Yes, you do that. I’ll be back soon.”
    He turned and sailed away from her, soon becoming a distant speck in the night sky.
    Keisha stood and admired the view of the city from his penthouse. If she looked in one direction, the lights of the skyscrapers were all around her—almost blinding in their intensity. Looking in the other direction, her eyes were soothed by the inchoate amorphous darkness that was the water of Lake Michigan at night. She was struck by how acute her vision was and how loud the sounds of the people were out on the streets at night. She stared down at the moving figures and was astounded when she heard specific heartbeats and snippets of conversations. She trembled with fear.
    Quickly she reentered the penthouse and closed the balcony door, taking deep calming breaths to help her to overcome her temporary panic attack.
    Okay, Keisha. Everything is going to be different from now on. I’ll have to get used to this new way of being. For now, I need something to occupy my mind so I don’t run panic-stricken into the street. I’m only wearing a robe. I sure don’t want to start grabbing random passers-by and draining them of blood, when I don’t know what I’m doing yet or how to do it without killing anyone .
    She felt a wave of revulsion race through her, as the horror of what she now found to be an interesting idea, drinking blood from other people’s bodies, terrified her.
    Sit and read, girl. The hunger is mostly gone now. Yuri said his blood would be all I need for a while. I just hope he’s right, and that he’s back before I need to drink again. May I say again, ew.
    * * * *
    As he flew, Yuri allowed himself some time to think about the woman he left in his penthouse. She was enigmatic and fascinating. She was intelligent beyond anyone he had ever met before.. Considering how many years he had sought out educated people with novel ideas, that was a daunting concept. She was so attractive that he found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying when he was in the