Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
LAITHOG
Rage .
Incandescent rage is all I feel as I slink up behind the human male. My female’s supple weight still fills my arms.
He has been watching Paisley .
For how long… and more importantly, why?
The soon-to-be-dead fool positions himself in a manner that has hidden him easily but displays an obvious line of sight to Paisley and the bench she frequents. The things he is holding appear to be what looks like a modified spyglass with two ports for a set of eyes to peer down simultaneously. A genius invention, but one that does nothing but infuriate me.
Because he has been using them to track Paisley’s movements, I can tell from the depressions in the grass that this male, or others like him, has stood in this spot many times.
Looking around, I find an appropriate spot to set Paisley down. The grass here is not as well manicured, but it appears soft, and that is all that matters right now. It is softer than the bench she has been sitting on for the last six months, so I don’t feel too bad laying her down while I attend to my evening meal.
Using my tail, I sweep a few fallen leaves and twigs out of the way as I lower Paisley to the ground, taking care not to jostle her as I gently slide her out of my arms. Assured that my glamour is still fully encasing her, I turn back to the dead human.
Because he is dead. He just does not know it yet. My primary fangs lengthen within my mouth in anticipation of my first meal in centuries.
The male is holding a small black square up to his ear, an odd light reflecting across his cheek as he rapidly speaks. “ I’m telling you, boss, something out of a Hollywood movie or a fucking nerd convention just picked your girl up. Then they fucking disappeared into thin air!” the man barks out in alarm.
What does he mean by “your girl?” He most certainly is not speaking about my Paisley , as she belongs to none but me… well, none but me as soon as I convince her that she wants to belong to none but me. My sensitive hearing picks up the sound of a tinny voice coming from the vicinity of the male’s ear, and I refocus on the matter at hand.
Ah .
This must be some sort of communication device. I may have been asleep for many years, but stupid I am not. Stupid creatures did not survive long in the time I grew up in. It is of no matter. The male does not appear to want to talk to whomever is on the other side of the little black box, so I sincerely doubt this little conversation will last very long.
The man winces as the tinny voice gets louder, and I cannot suppress my smirk.
Good .
He is in trouble for losing sight of his target.
I want this male to suffer greatly. The dressing down he is currently experiencing is nothing compared to what I have in store for him.
He sighs and heavily replies, “ Yes , boss. You’re understood. I’ll find her.”
I wait until I am sure his communication with the other human is completed before I drop my glamour. With a sadistic smile etched into my face, I grab the human with both hands and abruptly spin him around to face me, making sure the tips of my claws sink past his clothes and into his skin.
The small shriek of pain the man makes is music to my ears as the scent of his blood blooms in the air, and saliva pools in my mouth. What a tasty evening treat. “ Good evening, human. Let us have a chat about why you are watching my female, and to whom do you report? Shall we?” I gleefully ask, before continuing, “ I see I have rendered you speechless; I am rather impressive, but your opinion matters not to me. You are nothing more than an irritant. Much like an insect buzzing around a carcass. Your blood will tell me all I need to know; your cooperation is not really all that necessary.”
Baring my fangs into a facsimile of a smile, I let my secondary set of fangs drop and watch as the human watches them slide into place. It amuses me as he begins to struggle, trying to escape my clutches. He is large, especially for a human, but he is still no match for me. His shout of alarm is music to my ears as I drag him closer to me. I grab the top of his skull with one clawed hand and readjust my grasp on his shoulder with the other to ensure his cooperation as I pierce his neck.
The first drop of blood hits my tongue, and along with it, the male’s memories. I can feel my sanity slipping as I watch what this male did to my female. The combination of feeding for the first time in centuries, along with the incandescent fury of watching this male beat a defenseless Paisley , snaps the tightly held leash I have on my bloodlust.
My last conscious thought is that hopefully this male will be enough to assuage my hunger… because Paisley is the only other heartbeat I can detect in the vicinity.
And … bloodlust knows no friend or foe, save that of a bonded mate.