Page 61 of Secret of the Vampire
His voice went in and out as my eyes slid closed again.
“What do you think you’re going to do…you left me!”
And the creature with the glowing eyes…
“Kill you.”
The djinn laughed, loud and obnoxious, making my head ache.
The next time I woke, it was to a flash of bright orange light and the scream of the raven. I tried to lift my arm to block my eyes. Red hot pain blazed through my body from my head to my tailbone at even that slight movement.
Darkness descended…
“Alex!”
Kenya.
I tried to say her name, to let her know I was still here, but I don’t know if anything came out.
“Get Grace!”
A woman’s voice. I didn’t recognize it.
Minutes or hours later, I honestly didn’t fucking know, cool hands gripped my head.
“What do you think, love?” a man asked in a British accent.
I never heard the reply, or even if there was one.
Something sweet dripped past my lips to my tongue. “Mmm…”
“He’s coming around.”
It seared my throat like fire, but it didn’t burn. No. It was more like the warm rush of a good liquor, and I thought at first that someone was pouring whiskey into my mouth.
But unlike alcohol, this stuff didn’t relax me. Just the opposite. I moaned as it spread through my chest, hitting my stomach and rushing out to the very ends of my limbs. Electricity sparked through my back, the bones that had been crushed against the tree adjusting themselves slowly and painfully.
I cried out, my voice raspy and thick with whatever they were giving me.
The pain stopped for a moment, and then something was pressed against my mouth. The flow of fluid was faster this time, and I swallowed a great mouthful as once again hands pressed to the sides of my head.
“Drink, Alex. Come on. Drink for me.”
I did as Kenya told me to do, knowing she wouldn’t hurt me, and sucking hard when the flow threatened to stop.
White light flashed behind my closed eyes, like fireworks, and I moaned.
“Keep drinking, Alex. Just keep drinking. It’s okay. It’ll be okay…” Kenya’s voice drifted away.
I did as she told me, taking in great mouthfuls of the liquid and doing my best to ignore the pain of my body and the twinges and flashes going on in my head.
A woman spoke behind me, her voice soft, her words unintelligible.
Still, I drank. I drank until the fire filled my blood, until my muscles clenched with need and my cock swelled in my pants. Blindly, I reached for Kenya, one hand finding her waist and the other discovering it was her arm pressed to my mouth.
Her blood I drank.
Ah,gods.
