Damned-Les Anciens Goblet, Tremeill Sparks [uplifting book club books txt] 📗

fangs dropped down and I slowly bit into her neck I retracted them once I pierced her skin and started sucking her blood her memories passed my eyes like a movie. She was having an affair with her husbands sister. “Child.” Max said cautiously and he reached over the primal animal in me hissed at him and I vice gripped her and kicked away I clung to the wall while drinking her I was lost in my feeding… I had killed her but Max told me don’t worry one day I would be able to control it I nodded and we left we were walking down the street when I saw a puppy I bent down and touched his neck Max looked disgusted animals usually stayed away from our kind but they seemed to love me he walked ahead a bit and was looking at some clothes in a window. When I heard clumsy footsteps I looked behind me a drunk man and his friend was walking to me he had a strange look on his face I smelled something wrong with his liver meaning his blood wouldn't taste good. “That’s my puppy little girl.” he said slurring I stood up “well you should feed him more he’s all bone you creep.” I said and he bent down and pet the dog it’s tail went between it’s legs he lifted up “Ungrateful mutt.” he said before he kicked it I moved without thinking and caught him before he hit the wall I looked back at him hissing but before could scream I yelled “Take that glass and slice your throat!” his body tensed and he started walking to the ground and picked up a long ridged glass his eyes shaking with fear his mouth moved holding back his cry that was trapped and he sliced his own neck. “What the…” the other man started but Max was there he snapped the mans neck with a twist he was quick cold and clinical when he killed he reached over and grabbed my hand and we walked down the alley before breaking out into a run we made it back before Maria and Max started packing he was about to scold me and I knew it but before he could I started brushing my hair and absently humming his favorite beatle song. When Maria came back I knew it was time to go she was covered in blood the smell of death followed her. So max didn’t have to tell her what I did seeing as she went on a killing spree we would be going anyway. “It’s my turn to pick and I want to go to Russia it snows a lot there.” Max raised his eyes “I think Alaska will be better dear.” he said and smiled brightly at me I never had a chance. My eyelids Drooped heavily Max looked at me then sighed “When was the last time you dreamed?” he asked me and I yawned and wiped my eye “A week or two.” I said and he shook his head “Well this will delay us she is too young to try to last another day.” he said but Maria walked over to me and grabbed my hand She smelled like sweet blood and a flower I couldn’t place she smiled down at me “Come child dream with me it’s been awhile since we shared a dream.” we walked into the next room and we climbed into the bed together she held me and my eyes closed seconds before the sun rose. Max dreams were always filled with laughter and dancing with my singing it was basically heaven on earth. But with Maria’s gift to induce fear and her animalistic view on life you would expect her dreams to be filled with horror. But instead it was filled with the beauty of the world as if seen through the eyes of a thoughtful optimistic fox the colors and scents in her dreams were so vivid it made me cry.

The Prodigal

Now when you think of Maximilian Son of Maria the Dark, you would consider him the perfect Vampire his gifts so strong he can affect humans and even older vampires both without strain. To charm with into loving him as a God or he can even switch that as in becoming antisocial so that people avoided him or embracing the dark in the world becoming a true powerful monster. He knows when to let humans live or kill them without hesitation and profession, he never became emotionally attached to humans and is exempt at blending in or disappearing from humans in seconds. But he was nothing compared to Iris Shepard, Iris Shepard born 1991 to the Esteemed doctors Elaina and Matthew she was a prodigal writing symphonies at the age of  six graduating Harvard at thirteen publishing countless articles before she was sixteen and nineteen engaged to the air of the european Rockefeller. But this time it wasn’t Maria who spotted her it was him Maximilian was working the crowds at a Polo Charity event he wore blinding white summer suit with a fedora and black shades to calm the intensity of the sun rays on his eyes. known as Max Copperfield he portrayed of a young bachelor living off his dying grandmothers fourtuned his french accent at front of the charade. She never noticed him she was sipping on a glass of lemonade watching her loved Jordan prance around on his stallion his short black curls bouncing his striking green eyes he was so bold and courageous but so warm and loving like a burning flame in the wind so powerful yet able to bend to the will of others needs. they had both just returned from their year long african missionary she loved it and Doctor Matthew healed and helped so many. He even cried on the plane back he waved at me and I heard my sister giggled “Love you to Jordan.” I said and he smiled and puffed out his chest and rode around my sister grabbed my hand and leaned in “Can you imagine in one week you will be married to him and… riding that stallion.” I laughed and pulled up her hand on my stomach she looked at me “Oh my…” I covered up her mouth as she rubbed my small bump on my stomach “Quiet we aren't telling anyone until the vows but i'm sure daddy have his suspicions you know him.” and she nodded and kissed me “how far along?” she asked me and I replaced her hand with mines “almost five.” I said and she was about to say something when she was gawking at something to my left “What?” I asked and she nodded “Sculpted marvel to the left staring at you.” I looked to my left a golden curly head guy was staring at me with icy blue eyes his expression was unreadable and then he started to us I looked back at my sister “Who is he?” she asked and I shook my head and was about to say that I didn't know when I felt a ice cold hand on my bare shoulder. I looked around he stared at me “Amedee… but how I saw…” he said but he seemed flustered which seemed odd on his face and then he bent down and he hugged me tightly I had to catch my breath and then he was away speaking french so fast I barely caught any words. He looked back and my Sister stood up and grabbed his shoulder and said “Ok buddy you're cute and all but time too go!” she pulled but he didn't budge instead he looked at her with a cold stabbing stare I felt my heart become cold like ice. “Sir I think you have me mistaken with someone else my name isn’t Amedee it’s Iris and excuse me.” I said and he released me like I burnt him and stood up stiffly “Excuse me madame.” he said and he turned on the spot and walked away glancing through the crowed like wind. After the game we met up with Jordan I wanted to avoid the whole incident but as soon as we were packing up and heading out he confronted us again. Jordan took a step forward his hand on my stomach and he blocked me and my sister they stared into each others eyes but no matter how bigger Jordan was he looked fragile next to this man. “Excuse me sir I don’t know you but I want no trouble I just ask you to never touch my fiance again like that and excuse us as we take our leave.” even mad Jordan kept his manners and it surprised me that he saw what happened. The man looked at me then blinked “I am truly sorry for my erratic behavior but I assumed you were someone I know long ago you bear her looks with striking resemblance down to your voice and scent… I mean perfume goodbye.” he turned and walked away again and Jordan shook his head “Can we go now?” My sister said her thoughts on the Yacht trip we headed out but I would never see the boat I received a call from one of my patients and I had to met them at the hospital I took a cab and was in the hospital for hours when I finally made it out he was there his red eyes was the last thing I remember until I drifted in and out not able to move or open my eyes I caught a short conversation before It started. “It’s not her you know that.” a womans voice deep but sensual something exploded “Don’t say that this is my second chance to love in this damned life you condemned me too.” a mans voice followed by the female laugh “Me oh let’s not pretend you don’t enjoy this life and her death is on your hand I warned you and you disobeyed me.” she said and someone hissed “How dare you I can handle my self you self absorbed bitch and if you do it I won't have to restrain!” he yelled and she laughed “Trains darling trains.” she said laughing there were explosions followed by hissing followed by “As your maker I command you to restrain yourself you fool!” a thump on the floor “What trains mommy?” a little girl no couldn’t be and then I felt soft hands on my neck “No guarantee she’s a match the her body might fight the venom it happens if she dies it’s not my fault but if she lives I won’t nothing to do with her she’s your responsibility Max.” and then pain ran through my body I awoke to dark murky memories and filled with pain and hatred but for what or whom?

four years since I had awaken Maria barely spoke any words to me but I alway caught her staring at me then she would stand and leave the room, Bitch... baby Rose was my only condolence always climbing into my bed or going hunting with me she gravitated to me I had no ill intents to her. But Max in the beginning he was like a puppy in heat always trying to swoon me but I never felt attraction to him the more he tried the more I was irritated until one day he snuck into my bed and I shoved my claws into his stomach and pulled out his intestines. after that day he seemed to become distant from me I once heard him aruguing to Maria about me being broken and maybe he should gracefully free me to the afterlife there was a quick slice of the air followed by a scream then Max stormed out the room holding the meat on his throat to his neck he swam to france and we haven't seen or heard from him in six months. tonight