Daylight, Verbayne +Demonata-Freak [book recommendations .txt] 📗

walk out of the bedroom. “You were covered in blood and you smelled…pretty bad.” I shiver at remembering the odour.

“You try fighting with twenty Hunters, see if you smell like a basket of roses after!” She complains. I laugh under my breath and we walk through the living room and into to the kitchen. Clair’s eye’s glance over the room and they immediately widen when she sees an unconscious Red. “What are you doing with a Hunter?!” She snaps, turning towards me.

I smile nervously and wrap a cloth around my wrist. “For a chat?” I joke. Her eyes bore into me, demanding the truth. I sigh and through down the cloth. “We went to that down and were ambushed; Hunters have never swarmed together in one place in such quantities before.” My eyes snap to Red and back to her. “When they had me, they were talking about some kind of ‘boss’, who they seemed terrified off. We need to find out who is giving them orders.”

“You mean torture?”

“Have any other ways to make him talk?” I sigh and shake my head. “I don’t like it either, but what choice do we have? If there is some big time boss telling people about Vampires and the best way to kill them, we will last a month!”

She nods. “I understand, it’s just…” I gesture for her to continue. She peels some hair out of her eyes. “He’s just a kid…”

Once again I glance at the hot headed male siting in my living room, when I notice he can’t be any more than nineteen. “Fuck…” I growl. Clenching my jaw, “we still have to do it, for our kind.” I mutter through my clenched teeth. I’ve tortured teenagers before but only for valuables or information, we need to know where this guy is but I can’t help and feel bad about doing this.

I strut over to Red, trying to keep my ‘mean bitch’ attitude plastered on my face but inside silently hoping there may be a way out of this. Sitting on the coffee table in front of him, I throw a glass of water in his face. He splutters awake, suddenly jumping out of dreams and being thrown into a cruel reality. I put on a fake grin. “Hi, Red, I have some questions for you…”

Chapter 21 - Clair

Shivering I sat up, a dull ache forming in my head. I licked my lips, gasping when a familiar taste exploded in my mouth. Vaguely I remembered that Saoirse had let me feed off of her earlier. I shivered again as I cleaned off the last remains of Saoirse's blood from my lips. She still didn't understand just what I was.

She was to careless around me. Hanging my head I stared at the floor. The beast that had broken my chains before now stood dormant, satisfied by all the blood I had taken the night before last. Another tremble ran down my spine. Hugging myself I swallowed. My body felt cold even though I had just fed.

It was a new sensation, one that I thought I would never have as long as I was sane. I was lost in a spiral of uncertain thoughts when as scream tore through the house. I was on my feet and running before the hangover caught up to me. The walls melted in stings of white and grey, my feet getting tangled up with each other. I felt the world tilt and cursed myself for moving so fast.

Instinctually I threw my arms out to catch myself. My right hand hit the door frame, the left one going through it. My shoulder slammed into the frame, twisting me so that I landed on my side half in, half out, the door. I cursed, half screaming in frustration. A pair of blurry white sneakers appeared in front of me.

Squeezing my eyes shut I waved them away. The light they gave off was just making my head pound worse. Something tapped my shoulder.

"Put them on, it will help."

I frowned, not opening my eyes to see what Saoirse was offering me. She sighed, taking my out stretched arm and shoving what felt like glasses into my hand. Fumbling with my tangled hair I slid them on. When I got up enough courage to open my eyes I blinked in surprise. The room looked like a cave it was so dark.

"Where did you get these?" I grumbled from the floor.

"None of your business." She snapped.

Rolling up into a sitting position I raised an eyebrow. "You stole it?"

"Can't steal from the dead." She mumbled then hauled me up off the floor.

"You killed someone for a pair of heavily tinted sunglasses?"

Glaring at me she crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you really care?" I just stared at her. "For fucks sake no! I found them on him after I finished feeding."

I shook my head, started to sway, and stopped. Holding my head between my hands I glanced at the glowering Saoirse. She stood there, arms crossed, fiery red hair framing her defiant face, blood rolling down the side of her cheek. My head snapped up, the headache suddenly gone. I touched her face and she flinched.

"What?"

"You're bleeding." I whispered.

She pulled back. "Who cares, I'm busy, go back to sleep."

Turning she walked out the door, leaving me standing in the frame. I frowned, following her down the darkened hallway. When I safely navigated my way around the corner and into the kitchen I stopped, shocked by what I saw. A man, the one from the alley that I had missed, was stretched out over the kitchen table, wrists and ankles bound to the legs. He was naked from the waist up, blood pooling over his chest.

Saoirse bent over him, growling quite threats in his face. He spit on her cheek, calling her a whore bitch. A knife I hadn't seen Saoirse grab trailed its way down the man's chest, a thin crimson line following the point of the blades she ran it down his unmarred skin. He tensed, cursed at her again, then tried to spit at her. She dodged it, growling at him.

It was obvious she was torturing information out of him. She looked Like she knew what she was doing, but I wondered if she had ever taken a Hunter before. Most people would break, or not be as defiant once they got marked like he was. But a Hunter wasn't most people.

"You're doing it wrong." I said.

That got a glare for Saoirse. Throwing the knife onto a counter she stormed over to me. Lowering her face close to mine she seethed in my ear.

"You think you can do better? We've been at this for five hours already. He wouldn't break yesterday, he will today."

I stared at the man on the table behind her. He might have been tired and bloodied, but the way he glared at us, the way he held tension in his body. It all said he was far from being broken. I had to give her credit, she was good, but out of her league with this one. If five hours of her didn't break him some already he wasn't going to spill his guts today, or tomorrow, or maybe even this week.

Hunter's were tough sons of bitches for a reason. I shook my head, something within me stirring at the sight of the nearly defenseless man on the table. The thoughts I was having weren't mine, not the me I wanted to be.

"I don't want to do better." I whispered back. "But he won't break today. He's to resilient to your type of torture."

"What the hell does that mean? Do you have any other ways to make him talk?"

I suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu. Had I already had this conversation with Saoirse about torture? I shook my head. Yesterday was to foggy for me to remember, but something told me yesterday was actually the day before. Somewhere, somehow I had lost a day in the chaos.

Thinking about the conversation brought up a faint memory of something Saoirse had told me. 'Hunters have never swarmed together in one place in such quantities before.' She was right, and she was wrong. Hunter's had gathered like that before, in a town called Transylvania. That had been the last attempt to purge our kind for the world, but not the biggest.

I stared at the man harder. Did the presence of another Hunter's town mean they were gathering for another purge? I frowned. If that was true, then so many people and vampires could die. I had to stop it to save both myself and Soairse, as well as my brother.

But the only way I could get answers was to torture a this stranger. But I couldn't do something like that. It wasn't in my nature. But it was the nature of that demons.

"Clair?"

I blinked, turning to Saoirse who was watching me worriedly. I shook my head, dropping my face so my hair swung forward and hid my eyes. "I can do it, I can break him. But it might break me in the process."

"What does that mean?"

I frowned. It meant I was about to purposefully let my vampire out. Something I never did because it was to wild, to blood crazed. It was a beast I kept caged inside me, separate from me, until it was starved for sustenance. Only when it broke free and over took my sense would I let it out. I had let it out in that town where I slaughtered so many people. Saoirse touched my shoulder and I jumped.

"Clair, you're freaking me out."

"I'm freaking myself out." She frowned. I shook my head. "I can do it. Just don't let me kill you."

"What the, bloody, hell are you talking about?"

My face dropped again. "Not important, just shut up and listen to me."

I felt her glare at me. Ignoring her I exhaled slowly, feeling for the locks I kept on the cage within my heart. The beast stirred, intrigued by what was happening. I almost didn't do it, but the risk of losing Saoirse and Alex pushed me forward. The second I let down my guard warmth spread over my skin, sickening thoughts filling my head, the fear of what I had done drowning in them.

My consciousness, my humanity, was swallowed by the force of my vampire until all that was left was the beast. Saoirse cleared her throat and the beast raised its head to look at her. That was the last conscious thought I had before I became one with the thing I so dreaded. When it, I, smiled at Saoirse there was an edge of darkness to it.

"Clair, what-"

"Nothing, nothing that concerns you happened."

Her mouth shut, opened, then shut. I turned away from her, giving the man on the table my full attention. He glared at me when I stood next to his left hand. A flicker of uncertainty spread across his eyes when he saw me then the glare was back in place. I smiled at that flash of fear.

Smiled the way a demon smiles at a saint that it had made sin. Darkness, crept over that smile making it more of a curling of lips. I reached out towards him and he filched away.

"Smart man." I whispered,