My Three Mates

3

He leads me to a street somewhere, located where? I don’t know. It’s in the middle of the night, the crescent moon shining down to earth, and the streetlights lighting up the sidewalk. “Where are we?”

“Now why would I answer that, my little hybrid?”

“Why wouldn’t you answer?”

“I can’t risk my little hybrid running away can we?” He says unemotionally, as his reddish brown eyes fall on me, instead of being empty, the hold warning. Silence envelops us.

“What’s your name?” I ask softly, breaking the suffocating silence around us.

“Andris,” he states quietly, his eyes focused on the road before us.

“Andris,” I repeat, testing the name on my tongue, making sure to roll the r in his name just like he did. He looks at me with emotion, that quickly disappears into his naturally blank mask before I could decipher it. “Isn’t that Greek? It means manly or conqueror of people right?”

“Yes, my name is derived of Greek origins,” He answers shortly. I nod silently to myself, and he addresses me, “I am ashamed to admit that I don’t have the slightest idea of your name, my little hybrid.”

“Adalyn,” I mutter softly. He takes my hand from my side, gripping it slightly before bringing it to his lips. The contrast of his cold lips and my warm skin sends a shiver up my spine.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, my dear, noble, Adalyn.” He speaks.

How did he know my name meant noble? It’s not a common name, so not many people know of its origins. “The pleasure is all mine, Andris.” He holds my gaze for a second, longer than usual. His eyes roll down my body shamelessly, and he licks his lips in anticipation, before raising his eyes to meet mine once again, and raises an eyebrow in appreciation.

A loud, over cheerful shriek, breaks my attention away from him. Two stumbling teenagers run down the road. The distinct smell of vodka lingers on their skin. His eyes flash with a predatory gleam, and I tense up instantly. They might die tonight, those teenagers, what did they do to deserve that? They were just having fun, maybe not in the safest way, but still. They don’t deserve to have their throats ripped out heartlessly.

“Don’t be so morbid,” he throws over his shoulder as he continues to head over to the two girls. I stare at his back, did he read my mind? Shock filters my system, I forgot that many vampires could read minds. I can as well, it’s just something I prefer not to do. Honestly, I feel as if you are invading someone’s privacy.

I guess I have to build my mental walls up.

The two girls eye him lustfully, and they seem stunned by his overall beauty. I wouldn’t normally call a man beautiful, but Andris is the definition of the word. His chiseled frame, his deep and mysterious eyes, and those dimples he rarely showcases.

I speed walk towards them, adrenaline pushing me forwards. He goes for the blonde first, he grabs her harshly. She cries out in pain but makes no solid attempt to flee him.

The other girl just watches, stunned.

He gracefully bites into her neck, and the metallic scent of blood fills the air. I can feel my own fangs pushing through, begging me for one little taste. The scent is extremely overwhelming to my senses. The other girl watches, horrified, yet somehow fascinated.

Vampires were created to be unnaturally beautiful, the beauty meant to stun, and lead or seduce it’s prey to its demise. I rip him off easily, his face smeared with blood. Entering the girls’ minds, i quickly erase their memory, and make them head towards the hospital quickly.

Andris growls lowly at me, “I wasn’t finished”

“You would’ve killed her,” I shoot back incredulously. He stares at me, before walking towards me, his every movement deft and graceful. “My little hybrid, I don’t think you realize how good you smell, how sweet you smell,” he sighs, his eyes focused on my neck.

“I don’t care,” I snap, angrily. He tilts his head slightly, “Neither do I, I don’t care whether those girls live to see another day, I am hungry. The more people you don’t allow me to feed on, the more hungry I get.”

“Don’t you have blood back at the palace?”

“Yes, but I enjoy the hunt,” he smirks slightly.

“That’s sick. Killing people for the fun of it,” I say, feeling disgusted and disappointed. A strong feeling pulses to life in my stomach, I can’t even describe what it is. Only that there is a lot of it. He is suddenly centimeters away from me, blood dripping down his chin. I can see every aspect of his beauty easily. I gulp loudly at his proximity.

His hands cage me in between the wall of an abandoned building and himself, and his shadow looms over me. His hands casually fall to my cheekbones. His fingertips slowly tracing the bone leaving a trail of pleasurable sparks on my face. His hands caress my face, as if I am the most precious of jewels. I push myself closer into the wall, and he takes another step forward as if he isn’t close enough. His thumb traces my lips, before cupping my chin, forcing me to keep eye contact with him. My fangs push through my gums, from the strong scent of blood dripping down his face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asks, his hands brushing down the sides of my neck. I tense up, I am so hungry. I lick my lips, I need blood.

He leans forward, teasing me. Brushing his lips softly against mine softly. The overall taste of blood overwhelms my senses. I attack him, my arms were thrown widely around his neck, as I force my lips to his. I greedily try to lap up the remaining blood, the thirst never ending. Our tongues end up in a battle for dominance with a predetermined winner. He pulls away, leaving me wanting- no craving- more. My eyes wild as I stare at him, “We’ve only just begun, my dear little hybrid.”