Page 1 of Loving A Vampire Is Total Chaos

CHAPTER 1

ZAVIER

The sound of grown men begging for mercy always brings a smile to my face.

Not sure what that says about me, but at three-hundred-years-old murder at least keeps life interesting.

“You sick fuck!” The repugnant, pot-bellied man yells up from the floor, clutching his now stump of a leg. Greasy hair is plastered to his face and spit flies in the air every time he shouts, nearly sullying my perfectly good shoes.

I frown down at the recent purchase that I’ve already become attached to. I take a step back to avoid any other potential incidents.

Shaking my head and laughing, I reply, “I’ve heard worse. And watch the shoes.”

I don’t want even a speck of his vile bodily fluids to land on them. Not because I’m worried about leaving behind any DNA or trace evidence, but because it’s a game to see how clean I can stay.

Besides, I don’t like blood unless I’m drinking it. Even then I’m a picky bitch.

Glancing around the room I take a moment to appreciate my handiwork. Puddles of blood and limbs are strung across theentire warehouse floor. Decapitated heads, broken teeth, and shredded intestines draped like tinsel. What originally started as a gang of forty men is now down to one and the scene it creates is a crimson masterpiece.

Grinning down at the sole survivor I start to slowly walk toward him, my steps echoing within the concrete box. The only other sound in the room is the pounding of rain outside and the labored breaths of my soon to be dead acquaintance.

He screams as I approach, eyes round with fear.

I do so love it when they scream. It’s the terror in their eyes that really feeds me—knowing that these men who have done horrible things finally know a smidge of what their victims have felt.

“Why are you doing this?” he wails, doing his best to crawl backwards but the efforts are futile. All he’s doing is speeding up the bleeding from his severed femoral artery, bringing him one step closer to joining his buddies in the afterlife.

“I think you know, Peter.” I make a show of licking my fangs and shoving my hands in my pockets, continuing my slow stride.

It’s a little too much fun tauntingpowerfulmen. I mentally scoff at the word.

They’re all so pathetically human and easily breakable once I get ahold of them. I haven’t had a good, solid fight in over a century.

“Please! I’m begging you.” Snot pours out of his nose and his body odor sours the air making my own nose wrinkle. His pallor is ashen and not just from fear. His time is almost up, and he knows it. “I’ll do whatever you want! Do you need money? Weapons? Drugs? I swear I can make all of that happen. I have connections.” He pleads with hands out, blood continuing to trail in front of him. His heartbeats slow. His eyes dulling from the loss.

“Hmm.” I tap my pointer finger on my chin and pretend to consider his offer. “You think you could do that for me?” I taunt. “I am kind of low on cash.”

He nods furiously. “Yes! Let me just call my guy and I’ll get it squared away.”

Amusing. Even with death imminent he’s still trying to plead like there’s something that can be done. I love seeing that small sliver of hope twinkle in their eyes before crushing it.

“You have”—I look at my bare wrist— “a minute left, Peter. Do be serious. You’re wasting both our time.”

“Turn me! Change me into … into what you are.”

That’s why he’s bargaining.

I do nothing to stop the amused chuckle that claws out of my throat.

I suppose my third century of life, or whatever one can call this, has made me a teensy-bit unhinged. But it’s not like I can rely on the cops to actually do their job. I’m bored. I might as well help clean up the streets and wreak a little havoc of my own while I’m at it.

Grabbing his phone from the floor from when I had kicked it away earlier, I give it to him. Within the same breath I pull a rusted lead pipe from the severed hand of a previous victim and bring it down on his arm, making him cry out in pain and drop the phone.

It clatters across the concrete floor, screen shattering.

So fucking fragile.

Humans.

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