Almost to Die For: A Vampire Princess Novel (Vampire Princess of St. Paul) by Tate Hallaway

Author:Tate Hallaway
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Chick lit, Vampires, Horror, Paranormal, General, Romance, Fantasy, Witches, Fiction, Occult & Supernatural, Teenage girls
ISBN: 9780451230577
Publisher: NAL Trade
Published: 2010-08-03T13:57:25+00:00

Thirteen

What happened next was one of the strangest moments in my life. I couldn’t even tell you how I ended up holding Thompson’s face in my hands with my palms gently cradling his cheeks. Or how my lips found their way to his bloody cheek . . .

The only thing I remember with any clarity was how hot his flesh felt beneath my own and the divine taste of his blood. The blood was exquisite, like the first time you experience chocolate—only better because it ignited all my senses. My nose was filled with its heady smell. My body trembled, flushing with excitement and desire. Time slowed and my vision seemed sharper, more focused. I felt incredibly alive.

And really, really hungry.

If Thompson hadn’t pulled away in abject horror, I would have licked every drop from his face and then slurped the floorboards. . . .

Oh, my God.

I just, like, tasted Thompson.

In front of everyone in gym.

Thompson stared at me. Mr. Johnson’s mouth hung open in an ineffectual O. My arms were still open wide as if I wished to give Thompson a hug. Someone muttered about getting the janitor. The words broke the silence enough for people to begin to react. There were “ewww’s” and “Gross!” and “Was she kissing him?” and “Look at all the blood.”

I was looking all right. I was seriously considering licking my fingers, which had gotten smeared when I cradled Thompson’s face.

So when the bell suddenly sounded, I fled.

Bolting into the locker room, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I didn’t even bother to change. I was down the hall and out the door before the hall monitor could even shout a warning.

Outside, the cloud cover was heavy and dark. A mist had started falling, but still I ran. And running felt good. I mean, it wasn’t just the pleasure of escape but the physical act that I enjoyed. My feet sped lightly over the uneven concrete of the sidewalk. It was as though my tennis shoes made the briefest contact before leaping skyward again. My heart pounded, but not uncomfortably. It was more like elation. I could have run like this forever.

I don’t know how far my feet carried me, but I slowed when I saw a chain coffee shop. Its familiar logo shone like a beacon in the growing darkness. Thunder rolled. I ducked into the doorway just as the first large drops burst from the sky.

The comforting aroma of roasting coffee drew me farther inside. The place was relatively quiet, considering how many people sat at various tables sipping drinks and browsing on their laptops. Wi-Fi was free with a drink, or so the advertisement claimed. I made my way to the cashier.

“Name your poison,” the barista said with a smile. She had an asymmetrical haircut and a ring through her nose like a bull. Tattoos snaked up both arms.

“Um, latte?”

I was still so out of it that she had to coach me through the whole Grande/Venti thing, but I eventually managed to place my order.

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