Blood Lust

Page Four

Odinn's POV.

I got back to the bar sooner than I thought I would. My thoughts are an absolute mess. What am I doing? I thought to myself and ran a hand through my hair. I've never spared a victim before, never gone over to seek forgiveness, and definitely never loved them. It was all for show. Get their defenses down and kill them.

I'm proud of myself for being able to come up with the blood moon lie though. The last thing I need is for her to find out what I truly am. A monster. A monster with a high blood lust, who preys after innocent humans. Plays with their emotions. A Sadist.

I growled aloud as I slammed my fist into the wall causing a crack to appear. What do I do now? Kill her? Change her? Love her?

Is that even possible? Can a monster love a human? These thoughts filled my head and my throat felt dry. f**k, I need a drink.

Perhaps a hunting trip will help sort out my mind. I thought back to what I had said to Amora whilst I sat perched on a rooftop looking for a victim.

It wasn't a complete lie. Ronnie would kick my ass if she found out I'd lost control but not because it was with Amora. She would kick my ass for letting her escape and allowing her to know our secrets.

I spotted my victim and instantly switched into hunting mode.

A guy leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette and watching a girl across the street. I knew his intentions and silently jumped down beside him, snapped his neck, and drained him before he knew what was happening.

The blood was warm and quenched my thirst but all too soon he was empty. I ditched the body and went looking for another.

I knew that Amora would be coming to the bar tonight and I needed as much blood as possible to be able to deal with her and not rip her apart.

This might be my only chance to win her back and I didn't want to blow it by ripping her throat out. Again. I winced slightly at the memory of how sweet her blood tasted that night and growled as I went to find someone else to drain. None of these degenerates compared to her blood but it would have to do.

After an hour of hunting and disposing off several bodies, I finally felt full enough to go back to the bar. I climbed through my office window to avoid the people downstairs when the smell hit me like a brick wall. Amora was here early.