Blood Immortal Box Set Books 1-2 by Ava Benton

Author:Ava Benton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ABP

2

Konstantin

Marissa’s home sat along the shoreline in Greenwich—she preferred the peace and quiet, she said, not to mention the fact that her neighbors left her alone.

The fact that they never questioned her agelessness didn’t surprise me. Witches had a way of lulling humans into overlooking the obvious, not that humans were that observant to begin with.

The smell of sea air braced me as we walked down the wide, wood plank steps leading from the front porch to the driveway. I did enjoy the view of the water, even if the town was a tourist nightmare throughout the summer.

It was still February, however, so everything was quiet and still. I didn’t have to block out the sound of hundreds of overlapping voices—or the smell of human blood.

I swallowed hard at the thought and reminded myself that I had just fed. Perhaps I should’ve accepted the second vial when Marissa offered. I hadn’t fed directly from her in years, ever since her daughter walked in on us and gasped in horror at the sight of me sucking blood from her mother’s wrist.

Monika knew what our relationship entailed and had been an adult at the time, but it was still a shock.

In my saner moments, I could understand why. It would be like walking in on a parent having sex, only sex was less likely to kill a participant if it went too far.

Marissa had started draining her blood into glass vials and storing several at a time for me immediately after that. “I never enjoyed the feeling of you draining me,” she had explained at the time with a careless wave of her hand.

If I could feel feelings, I would’ve been hurt by that. It wasn’t as if I enjoyed being forced to feed from her and no one else. No Nightwarden celebrated his fate. I would’ve much rather been free to hunt as I used to, in the dense forest of my Serbian home, many hundreds of years earlier. Living the way a vampire was supposed to, not as some caged prisoner. Though my cage was a gilded one—Greenwich was hardly a cesspool, and Marissa’s farmhouse was more like a mansion—it was a cage nonetheless.

I had held my tongue then, as always, even though half the point of feeding was the experience of latching onto a throat or a wrist and sucking the blood, swallowing mouthful after mouthful, knowing the witch’s heart was beating the exquisite fluid into me.

There was something more to it, as well, a feeling of connection. Connection was one thing I missed from my old life, years ago when I was nothing more than a hunter. Feeling as though I were part of something, touching a warm body or kissing warm, soft lips and knowing the other person was there in the moment with me.

I had never felt anything like it since then, except when drinking the blood of another. And now even that had been taken from me.

I kept to myself throughout the ride to Monika’s home, though that was nothing new.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.