Death's Redemption (The Eternal Lovers Series) Read Free Page B

don’t think you heard me the first time,” the male spoke up again, opening his mouth wide to expose the long canine fangs.
    “I’d listen to Gabrielle if I were you.” Vanity’s full red lips curved up at the corners as she eyed him slowly up and down. Her fingers began toying with the collar of her pristinely white shirt.
    The sexual heat in her eyes was obvious; so was the bloodlust. Her irises were a deep, bloody red. She’d recently fed on the human still inside the house.
    The wind kicked up then, dragging the scent of blood, but mixed in with it was the unmistakable odor of vampire hormone. It was metallic and spicy and tickled the inside of his nose.
    Frenzy chuckled, pushing off the wall as Gabrielle came within five feet of him. Unlike Vanity, the electric-blue-mohawked male was definitely posturing, ready for a fight.
    “You should have left when you had the chance.”
    If the chuckle was intended to terrify Frenzy, it missed the mark. “Really?” He shook his head. “You’re really doing this? I told you to finish, I’m not gonna stop you.”
    Gabrielle narrowed his eyes, his jaw clicked, and then a second later his nostrils flared. “You’re a faerie.” He spat the name like it offended him. His grin was nothing but teeth. “Fairies aren’t welcome ’round these parts.”
    Vanity straightened up and where there’d been heat in her eyes only seconds ago, now there was the flickering flame of pure hate. Suddenly there were knives in her hands and she was standing by Gabrielle and they both knew they were going to kill him.
    At least that was the attitude they were giving off. Goddess, he hated how stupid others were sometimes. Did they really just assume because he was a “faerie” he was an easy mark?
    Being a faerie wasn’t very popular these days. Not after the Great Wars, not after the way his kind had nearly caused the rest of the supernatural world to go extinct. But he didn’t care about any of that; whatever hatred they still held on to, that was their own drama. He was only here to pick up the pieces of their meal.
    If they wanted to fight, well, then…He smiled, more than happy to oblige them.
    “Look, c’mon.” He held up his hands. “Can’t we all just get along?”
    “Don’t worry, sexy,” Vanity purred, “I promise you won’t feel a thing.” She licked her fangs.
    He snorted. “Yeah, sure. One more chance, guys. I’d really rather not kill you tonight.”
    Not that he cared one way or another whether he killed them, but he’d like to not get dirty. He hated the stench of vampire blood. It was a noxious odor, much more metallic than the norm and usually always black. Why, he had no idea. But getting the stench out, not to mention the stains, it was hell.
    Gabrielle pounced, hands outstretched and fangs ready to sink into his neck. Vanity was suddenly at his back, and he rolled his eyes.
    Vampires moved fast, but death moved faster. In less than a blink, he had Gabrielle pinned up against the rotted wood, which was groaning as the board bent inward, threatening to snap in two at any moment.
    Vanity stopped moving, looking between him and Gabrielle’s face with eyes as wide as saucers. Gabrielle was clawing at Frenzy’s wrist; thing of it was, his wrist was nothing but bone. He didn’t feel a damn thing and just chuckled as the vampire’s eyes began to slowly pop from their sockets with his efforts to take a breath.
    “What the hell are you?” Vanity hissed, still holding her knives in both hands, but they were now hanging past her waist, and there was a definite trickle of fear sliding from her pores. It was a thick, greasy substance that made Frenzy gag.
    Spitting to the side of Gabrielle’s booted foot, trying to get the nauseating taste from his mouth, he grinned. “Impressed yet?”
    Her black Chinese bob bounced around her face when she yelled, “Lucian!”
    This was really getting old. Frenzy debated whether to spare Gabrielle’s life or not, then