NEVER FALL FOR THE FORBIDDEN (NEVER FALL SERIES) Read Free

“There is no changing it, you are and always will be what you are now, vampire. My vampire.”

Chapter Two
     
                  “I will not betray your confidence but I will have to judge you according to the laws we have scripted.” Nala spoke guarded to Triton.
                  “I never intentionally…” he sputtered but stopped as Nala raised her hand to him.
                  “Save your apologies for the council,” she told him barely touching his arm. They looked into each other’s eyes for a second too long. Triton nodded in a rehearsed reverence to her, cueing her departure.             
                  Alone a rumbling stomach broke the silence as Triton’s gut wrenched. Not out of guilt but hunger. Never had he gone this long without feeding. Nearly a week had past, his body weakened; his head swum as he stumbled to the table here Nala left the substance he required. He tilted back allowing the thick blood to coat his tongue and drank the glass down in one long gulp. The substantial liquid restored his strength and calmed his fervor. Running is finger around the inside of the glass; he licked off the last remnants of blood. Never had he felt revived and renewed, then dizzy and drunk. The blood, powerfully strong, intensifying his already heightened senses, from had came Nala’s own wrist. Three hundred years had passed since he tasted her. Damn. He forgot how good an elder’s blood tasted. He sat a few minutes to gather his thoughts. He knew what he must do, and hurried to the task.
     
                  “Servant, why you are before us?” The second oldest elder leaned forward peering at Triton.
                  “I asked for the council, my lords.”
                  “Begin.” Another elder demanded.
                  Triton drew a breath as if it was his last, “I walked alone that night, just admiring the art-filled windows of the shops downtown.”
                  Triton recalled seeing the whole scene as if it was a movie. Alone he walked though the darkness of quiet night. The downtown deserted even though it was a growing metropolis. Steam poured from the sewers and vents as if they were giant fog machines. Concrete and marble buildings stood silent as he strolled among them. Through archways and alleys, he searched for what he needed to fulfill his thirst. Triton loathed that he had to do the chore, he forged on in the cool night air. Normally he preferred to drink from the stockpile he kept in the small fridge aside his desk, but cursed himself for forgetting to replenish his supply.
                  He wasn’t unaccustomed to pulling a human into the dark alley to gorge himself; he had done it for centuries. However, as of late, when he had to hunt, Triton preferred to find a transient, someone he believed to be less important to society, already as forgotten to the mortal world, as he felt.
                  An odd painting caught his eye and he stared through the window a closed gallery. As the night wind blew, he inhaled deeply. Suddenly, he sensed a human. No, two humans. Near. They were in close range; one female followed by a lone male. Triton backed into the shadows. His acute hearing, ten fold of a human’s detected patterned steps. The woman’s were short quick steps, in heels… stilettos . Triton perked up his interest.
                  The males steps, heavy but quiet in soft-soled boots followed. The female’s paced quicken as the male’s gait increased speed. Now in a sprint, the man caught up to the woman.
                  As the humans passed the entrance to the alley, the male grabbed her from behind, one gloves hand over her mouth, another around her waist. He drug her back deep into the dark where Triton stood shadowed. Her heels scrapped wildly against the pavement. Muffled screams went unnoticed by an