TO BITE WITH LOVE

TURNING

CHAPTER #9

“TURNING”

Karl’s POV:

I sat on the edge of my bed, leaning over my knees, rolling a lit cigar over my fingers as I stared forward in the candle lit room. The opening of my club was a success, the afterparty was a success, and my personal after party was also a success. I smirked to myself evilly as I glanced back at the woman sprawled out over my bed. I examined her face; she was a pretty thing if you liked plastic. However now, her face was pale, nearly all the color had been drained out of her face. She was still breathing, and to be honest, I was a touch surprised. Perhaps she was stronger than I had given her credit for. Should I keep her for another meal? She was pretty tasty; her blood was sweet and reminded me of honey. Perhaps I should turn her for a new companion? I scoffed at myself; I shouldn’t even think like that.

I returned my attention to the abyss I had been staring out into and took a long drawl. I had more pressing matters to worry about than some stupid human female. The more pressing matter at hand was that my protégé, Jake, had been ruthlessly murdered, and by one of my best friends. Dimitri had made a comment that he had believed Alexi had been distracted by a woman, a woman he believed to be his mate. I sat and pondered silently. The rarity of a vampire finding the other part of his soul in a mate was a concept many of our kind had resolved to know was impossible. Honestly, I couldn’t think of any of my close vampire friends that had been successful in finding their mate.

Regardless of the reason however, Jake had meant a lot to me. I had turned him during the Vietnam War when he had come back to Miami for a medical leave. He enjoyed death and had killed a handful of prisoners without provocation. He was going to be discharged so I killed him, then turned him, allowing him to start a new life in the underworld I had created here in Florida. And he had been my right-hand man for many things over the last fifty years, although we kept his association with us under lock and key, as he was secret weapon.

Jake had been ruthless, cunning, and decisive, serving me as no other could for years. It would be my duty to avenge his death and I ordinarily, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so, but with Alexi, it was different. He was my creator, he was the one who turned me during World War One, and had even defied his own creator on my behalf. I had loyalty to him, and thus I was conflicted. My creator had killed my first creation, the man I had looked up too and admired my entire life had been responsible for the man who had protected me and served me for over fifty years. So hence, my dilemma.

I took another long drag off my Cuban cigar and thought of ways to get back at Alexi, to teach him once and for all he was not the invincible, untouchable vampire he had created this illusion all of us were forced to adhered to. I stood and walked over to my crystal ashtray and snubbed the cigar out, then clipped it back for later, setting it into its wooden case. I sighed, if Alexi had found his mate and ever marked her, that would be the way to finish him, to hurt him, to destroy him. If he survived it, it would teach him a lesson that would cause him to wish for his own death. Unconceivable pain would take over his being with the loss of his greatest love, the only gift the moon goddess ever bestowed our kind.

I heard a moan from the bed, however ignored her as I gathered my robe and checked my emails on my phone. I still needed to figure out what I wanted to do with Chandel before much longer, eventually she would recover. I couldn’t concentrate, too many things were going through my mind. I wanted revenge most of all. The woman lying in my bed whimpered, drawing my attention back to her. I wandered back over to the bed and sat on the edge beside her.

The candlelight lite up her honey-colored blonde hair, her face paled from blood loss, as I had nearly drunk her dry. I smiled down at her, practiced of course, as this was not the first time, I had taken a human. Her soft blue eyes glanced up at me and I could see the fear looming. Ordinarily human females were stupid and easy to control, however I sensed something was different about this girl and it intrigued me.

“Why me.” she whispered hoarsely, her fear riddled eyes matching mine, determined, nonetheless. I was impressed and raised my eyebrows and smiled this time genuinely. She did indeed intrigue me.

“Why not.” I mused at her. I watched as a tear fall from the corner of her eye and she closed her eyes painfully, resolved in her own mind of her impending death and facing it with dignity.

“Fair enough.” She resolved, no panic, or screaming, which I often received if they ever woke again, which most did not. I heard her sniff as she opened her eyes once more and searched my face. “I have value you know. I could be useful to you.” I was amused, she was negotiating with me.

“Other than a nighttime snack what more are you?” I callously retorted, although I was willing to hear her out, I was entertained, and this got my mind off the current situation for the moment. The girl scooted up onto her elbows, resting her head back against the rich walnut headboard.

“I am a socialite and a model. People know me, respect me, regardless of if they like me.” she paused, I could see how fatigued she was, she was becoming even more pale. “I can work with you, and I am good in bed, which you did seem to enjoy our time earlier before…” she hesitated and gulped. “Before you tried to kill me.” I had to admit, I was astonished with how drunk she had been, she had remembered anything. Quite remarkable and I was forced to ponder, however after moment I simply frowned, and pulled her off her elbows and pulled the sensual plastic type woman back down on the bed. Time to finish her off.

I leaned down and kissed her lips, brutally taking her mouth with my own, grasping her breast so tightly, any ordinary woman would have cried, she barely whimpered, receptive to whatever I chose to do to her. Lust got the better of me, as I opened my robe and pulled the covers away from the girl. I might as well get one more taste of her before I kill her, I thought. I settled myself in-between her legs, my shaft already hard just thinking about taking her once again.

I began nuzzling the side of her neck, inhaling her scent as I grabbed the back of her neck and thrust myself deeply inside of her. She didn’t fight me, although gasped loudly and opened her legs weakly, granting me even more depth into her. She was warm and soft, sensual, and as I pounded into her I bit into her jugular vein. I was going to f**k the life out of her. Her blood was sweet, and her womanly wetness had me on the edge of bliss, when I heard those two simple little words come weakly from her mouth.

“Turn me.” hearing her say this caused me to freeze as I pulled my fangs away from her and raised myself to look into her eyes. All the color was gone from her, and she was barely breathing, yet her baby blue eyes searched mine, which I knew from all the blood I had taken from her were blazing red.

“Turn me, and I will stay with you.” Her whisper was barely audible, and I could feel myself conflicted. Turning a human was a difficult scenario, and one needed to be discrete and avoid impulsiveness. As I sat pondering, my body still connected to hers, I watched her eyes roll back into her head as she became limp beneath me. I noticed that I had not closed the wound inflicted by my fangs, and blood was gushing from her jugular. I hesitated, then impulsively bit back down into her jugular over the bite I had just inflicted moments ago. I fed until I was sure she was near death and injected my venom into her. The entire moment was so chaotic and exhilarating to me, I thrusted one last time into her and filled her with my seed. As I pulled out of her, I raked my wrist with my fangs, opening a wound and placed my bleeding wrist over her sultry mouth until I felt a weak suckling as she began to feed from me.

I didn’t have time to wonder if what I had done was right or wrong, at this point, what was done was simply that. I had turned this bombshell female into a vampire and all I could do at this point was pray she was controllable and would not cause me to regret.