Moonlight Lovers

Thirty-three

JADA WAS outside the bedroom of his master, Boris Octavius, waiting for him to leave the human he had brought in his residence in Courthall that afternoon. The woman was unconscious but she knew it will not take long before she regains consciousness. She hates to even think about it, but she hopes Boris would not decide to copulate with the woman or he may find himself another favorite ‘blood bank.’ Just like what happened when he last went to Asmodeus Müller’s brothel and he met a new s*x worker in the place. It’s very improper to think about it, but she wants Boris to only want her. And no one else.

She bit the side of her lips, clenching on her skirt. She would really hate it if Boris stops feeding off of her because some woman probably faked a swoon to get her master’s attention. Boris was a charming man, anyone would do it to be looked at twice by him. And that girl in the room with him was surely not an exception.

She scoffed spitefully. Faking a swoon, just how low can these women go?

When she heard the woman screamed a little, she harshly turned to the closed door. Her face registered pain and jealousy and envy.

She bit her lips even harder until she could taste blood. Then, she walked away from the room.

BORIS SAT at the foot of the bed, staring at the woman he brought from his family’s estate. He has no doubt that she was the woman the s*x workers at Asmodeus’s brothel were talking about. But what’s so special about her? Why is even he drawn to this woman?

She was still sleeping from the small trick he did earlier while he was carrying her to the car. But he’s sure she will come to in a few moments. Boris shifted uneasily on the bed. He had never met a human woman with blood smelling so inviting as hers. But he wanted to make sure she’s not a servant of his brother like she was saying. If it’s true then even he could not touch her, despite how much he wanted to bare his fangs and drink her blood even if she’s unconscious.

Boris clenched his fists against the blanket covering the woman’s body. She’s got a lovely face, too. Just why is his brother keeping this woman in his house without the intention of feeding off of her? What does this woman have that he doesn’t want to ruin?

Before he could stop himself, Boris was looming over the woman still lying unconsciously on the bed. She was breathing peacefully underneath him. Her chest rising up and down every time she inhales and exhales. Her warm breath touched his cheek when he was leaning his face in on her. The tip of his nose traced her neck.

Something strongly kicked in him when he inhaled her scent. Boris unwittingly bared his fangs, his sharp incisors carefully brushing against her skin.

He really could do it. He could just dig his fangs on her neck and just drink her blood. He was starting to feel very stimulated now.

During his first few years as a vampire when he was in Europe, he had tried taking drugs and experienced what it was like to have an illegal substance in his system as a vampire. He had never done it as a human and the ordeal was liberating for him. Combined with the heightened senses that he’d gained after turning into a blood being, the effect was beyond what he had imagined—Boris was twice as focused, twice as hypersexual, and twice as dangerous. Malina, the vampire who changed him and also the one who introduced her to the many things his timid human self had never tried to do, was frequently engaging in different s****l activities with him. The two of them would lure unsuspecting victims who were willing to swing with them posing as a couple. After wearing out the human in a series of unimaginable s****l activities, they would feast on the human’s pool of blood, leaving a bloody trail of victims all over Europe. Boris had never felt so alive being a creature that’s already dead. His newborn years were the ones he would never forget. Sadly, though, all things have to come to an end.

Shortly before returning to Clairhill, he dropped his obsession as it was causing him more damage than good. The legislature, first and foremost, had been sending him letters warning him about his recklessness, threatening to cease his existence if he continues littering dead bodies around Europe. Second, Malina had been caught by the council and was beheaded shortly before he came home. Since then, Boris had worked so hard to become part of the council believing that once he became a member he’d be untouchable, and could do anything he wanted. It turns out he was right. But as he stayed in the position longer, he eventually developed a sense of responsibility and changed his ways. That’s why his brother’s carelessness drives him mad. He had been doing the same things he was doing before. He had just practically taken a page off of his newborn playbook.

The smell of the woman’s blood beneath him is giving him the same effect as the substance he used to take then. It’s causing a flood of nostalgia of the days long gone. He was feeling an unparalleled euphoric state like he’d never felt after setting foot back in Clairhill.

It’s exhilarating, it’s liberating, it’s intoxicating.

His fangs kept brushing against her neck until eventually, it stirred her up. Boris felt the woman pushing him away with her forearms. She screamed when she saw how close he was to her.

“What are you doing?” She demanded, panic laced her voice. “Help! Someone help me!”

“No one can hear you. You’re not in the Octavius estate. You’re in Courthall.”

Fear flashed her eyes. She got up and pushed herself further and further back on the bed’s headboard. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing. I’m actually still thinking about it,” he replied, with a playful grin on his face.

She stiffened when he reached to touch her hair that curtains her shoulder.

“You are different from all the humans I’ve seen,” Boris declared, his voice all gravel and grit. “Just who are you really?”

“I told you, I work for Godric. I’m nothing more than a servant. And if you don’t return me to the Octavius Manor right now, Godric will surely look for me,” she said.

Selene wanted to sound as fearless as she possibly could despite looking eye to eye with a very dangerous blood being. Godric had already proven that she could trust him with her life, so Selene had no doubt that he will come to her rescue if he knows she’s with Boris. But will time be enough for Godric to arrive before Boris decides to feed off of her? And will it put her further in danger because she’s a spellblood?

Just thinking about how she might end up is enough to push the building nausea in her gut up her throat. She resisted the urge to throw up and put her hands over her mouth. In her head, she was calling Godric’s name over and over. If there’s any moment where Godric could clearly read her mind, let it be this one.

She was interrupted in her thoughts, however, when Boris hastily grabbed the blanket that covers her body. He threw it to the floor and climbed over her, pinning her wrists on the bed with one hand. The other was covering her mouth. Her screams were muffled, and she could not kick him off of her. She helplessly wriggled beneath him.

Boris put his mouth closer to her ears. “Has my brother told you that a vampire’s bite doesn’t always kill humans?”

She started crying. No, her mind screamed. She didn’t want this vile creature to take her blood!

“I can’t tell you how many humans have told me how extremely pleasurable it feels. I bet my brother hasn’t shown you yet, has he? Do you want me to show you, human?” His whispered.

Selene was sobbing uncontrollably. She’s still struggling to free herself under the largeness of Boris on top of her. But all her efforts were futile. She was awfully vulnerable compared to Boris’s strength.

Godric!

Just then, the door to Boris’s room made a loud thud, like someone was pounding on the door and pushing themselves inside. Boris stopped to look over his shoulders and glanced at the door. A few more forceful slamming caused the doors to open wide.

Godric appeared under the broken doorway, next to Roald who was pinching the middle of his brows and shaking his head. Godric didn’t need to survey the room, he immediately saw her pinned down on the bed by his brother and Godric’s jaw tightened furiously. Selene sobbed silently knowing she’s safe.

Boris grunted annoyingly. “Can’t you see I’m busy Godric? You never knock.”

In a flash, Godric was already grappling with his brother on the floor. Selene immediately got up and climbed down the bed. Roald put his jacket on her and asked her to wait on the side, which she did. She covered her ears so she could suppress the sound of the commotion going on inside.

Meanwhile, Godric had sent two strong right hooks to his brother’s face who was looking back at him nonchalantly.

“I told you never to return to the house! I don’t care what happens to me, Boris. I will kill you with my own hands if you ever touch her again!”

Roald tried to pull Godric away from his co-member at the council, but he was completely livid.

“Just what kind of human are you harboring this time, brother? Why does her blood smell so nice?” Boris taunted.

Godric was about to punch his brother in the face again, but Roald intervened. He flung the younger blood being onto the bed where he landed on his back, and Boris just stared coldly at the ceiling.

“You really have to meddle between family matters, Hosmurg?” Boris spat out.

“Be thankful that I stopped him, Boris. Trust me, I’d rather just stand by and watch. And you should pay me back for the overtime I will surely be asked to do when the legislature head asks me what happened here,” Roald snapped.

Boris chuckled indifferently. Roald walked over to Godric was helping himself up.

“You need to return to Clairhill, Godric. Your assistant needs help, too.”

“I know,” Godric said. “Where’s Selene?”

Roald tipped his head to the door. Godric walked outside and found Selene sitting on tiptoes, and her hands are over her ears.

When she felt him standing near her, she looked up. Her eyes were rimmed with tears. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

Godric pulled Selene up and wrapped her in his arms tightly. “I was so worried about you, Selene,” he muttered on her hair.

Selene sobbed and settled in his embrace. Today, she had seen Godric Octavius in a different light.