Bound in Darkness (Bound #2)(15)
Author: Cynthia Eden

And find a vampire waiting to kill him.

Chapter Seven

Vampires tore into her flesh. They cut her with gleaming silver blades, and they licked her blood from the edges of their knives. They laughed when she screamed.

And they tortured her even more.

They chained her and poured liquid silver onto her back, just so they could hear her screams.

And Allison did scream. Over and over as her flesh burned away.

She looked up, staring straight at the bastards who loved her pain, and something broke inside of her. Broke, even as the chains holding her arms broke free, and she lunged forward with a strength born of fury.One swipe, and she cut the head off the nearest vampire. She drove her claws into the throat of another. And as they fell, this time, she was the one who laughed.

“Allison!” Hard hands grabbed her, shook her.

Her eyes flew open, and Allison found herself out of that dank pit. The peeling walls of the hotel room surrounded her. She was on the bed. With Cade.

The man seemed to always be saving her from nightmares. But then, it wasn’t like she was the sweet dream type.

Always nightmares.

Sweat covered her, and she could still smell the scent of her own burning flesh.

Only, it hadn’t been her flesh that burned. Not really. Her trembling fingers lifted and touched the rough scars that marked Cade’s face.

His pupils widened when she touched him. His hold on her gentled, but he didn’t let her go.

Why not? Her hand fell away. How could he stand to have her near him? Those other vampires had tortured him for hours, days, and they’d drank his blood.

Just like she had.

“I’m sorry.” Her stark whisper.

Cade frowned down at her but there wasn’t surprise on his face. Just a kind of angry understanding. “The blood,” he said. “Fuck, how did I forget that? Vamps don’t just take blood, they take memories, too.”

Allison flinched. “I-I didn’t—” What? What was she supposed to say? That she hadn’t meant to steal his memories? That she hadn’t meant to drink his blood?

She had meant to do it.

Allison realized she was still naked. It hadn’t mattered before, not when she’d wanted the press of his flesh against her more than she’d wanted anything else. But at that moment, she felt…lost.

She pulled free of him and yanked the sheet up to cover her br**sts. Taking a breath, she asked the question that she feared, “Am I even human any longer?” She didn’t feel weak. In fact, her body seemed incredibly strong right then. No blisters, no wounds. Only healed flesh.

Her heart was still beating. She still breathed. But she’d taken blood. Grown fangs. Her own version of claws.

“You were never human.”

His words hurt as much as a slap would have.

Allison jumped from the bed, dragging the sheet with her.

“You were born a vampire, it just took a little while for the DNA to kick-in.” His voice followed her, cold, no emotion. There’d been plenty of heat in the daytime hours. But with night, all of that seemed to have vanished. “It usually takes about twenty-five years of life, maybe a few years more, before the vamp side takes over for a pureblood.”

“Why?” She needed to learn all that she could. No more denying. No more hiding.

Deal with this.

“Because the vamp genes freeze the body at its peak. They keep you strong and young, forever.”

“Forever…” Or as long as she kept drinking blood. As long as she didn’t lose her head or get staked.

Or die in a fire set by a sadistic witch.

“You’ll keep breathing,” he told her, and she glanced back to see him pulling up his jeans. Sexy. “Your heart won’t stop. That only happens to the turned humans, and only for a little while. You were born this way…you’ll stay this way.”

She felt something wet on her cheek. Allison swiped the back of her hand over her face, and when she looked down, blood stained her fingers.

Humans didn’t cry tears of blood.

“Wh-what about you?” She hated to ask, but she had bitten him, and he’d bitten her. What if she’d…changed him?

What if he turned into the one thing he hated more than anything else?

His eyes narrowed. “What about me?”

“Will you become…like me? Because I swear, I never meant—”

He laughed then, and some of the tension eased from his face. “I won’t turn into a vampire, no matter how many times I’m bitten.”

Her shoulders sagged.

“It doesn’t work that way for my kind. We can’t change but…” Now he rubbed his chin. “I have heard a story about another werewolf down in Florida…”

“What story?”

He buttoned and zipped up his jeans. “Seemed he married a pureblood vampire and by drinking her blood, the guy made himself even stronger.”

Her heartbeat kicked up. Last night, she’d been only thinking about him and pleasure. But just what had Cade been planning? “Is that why you bit me?” Anger began to simmer in her gut.

Where the hell were her clothes?

Oh, yeah, right. Pretty much burned to bits. So she’d keep having this awkward conversation wrapped in a sheet.

He stalked toward her. Didn’t touch her. Just came close enough that she could feel the hot warmth of his flesh. “I wasn’t trying to get a power boost last night.”

“No?” Crap. She sounded way too hopeful. She could play this semi-cool. “Then what were you doing?”

His jaw clenched. “Claiming you.”

Um…

“I’m taking care of this witch,” he told her, “I’m gonna make sure that she never comes after you again, and then…” His hand lifted. Brushed over her cheek. “Then you and I—we’re gonna work this thing out between us.”

“This thing?” The guy didn’t exactly have a golden way with words.

He pressed a kiss to her lips. An open-mouthed-I-want-more kiss. “You want me. I’m f**king burning alive with need for you.”

Okay, better. Her lips curled. A girl liked to hear some occasional sweet—or hot—things from the guy who’d fought his way past her defenses.

And into her heart?

Don’t go there. Not now. Focus.

“So let’s take her out,” Allison said and this time, she was the one to kiss him. Her kiss lasted longer. “Because I’m tired of looking over my shoulder.” She wanted to look ahead, instead.