Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity by Shirl Anders

Author:Shirl Anders [Anders, Shirl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vampire
Amazon: B007RF1JTW
Publisher: Allure Books
Published: 2012-04-03T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Trinity looked at Beth on the opposite side of the carriage in the opposing corner. He’d given her his jacket to pull over her shoulders and he’d put a lap robe over her. At least she appeared warm enough.

Christian rode up top with the driver, while Church and Baptiste rode their stallions following the carriage. Every now and then, Church could be seen alongside the rolling carriage with his white hair flashing in the moonlight. Trinity thought dryly that Beth must feel as if she’d been kidnapped by a horde of vampires.

“Are you going to turn me into what you are?” Beth’s small voice drifted across the carriage.

For some unaccountable reason, he’d never considered her asking that question. Fool. Sometimes in the advent of trying to appear normal, he forgot what a monster he was. A lie formed on his lips … but then …

“I fight the hunger to taste your blood at every moment, maiden, until it is a part of me.”

He started to say more, but she whispered, “But you are stronger than your urges.”

Something deep and cramped inside him loosened and he nearly gasped. No one … not human, had ever …

“You said that to me.” Her voice sounded so softly, he was certain without his exceptional hearing he wouldn’t have heard her. “I might not have ever understood, except …”

Her voice faltered, and he supplied, “My blood.”

“Yes,” she whispered with her eyes shining in the carriage light, making him wonder if there were tears in them.

“I apologize for making that decision,” he said harshly, regretting the agony it had cost her.

“No.” Her hand, pale and small, reached outward then fell back. “It was providence, I think.”

He would have growled his dissent. Yet he had no wish to startle her. He brought the unique conversation back to her first question. “I can’t promise you that I will never succumb to my blood urges,” he stated flatly.

“Will you …” Her voice sounded anguished as she paused. “I am weak,” she blurted. “Will I taste your blood again?” Her voice sounded rushed and breathless, while her gaze turned down to the fingers she clenched in her lap.

He was stunned and he looked away from her out the carriage window. Of course, he had no idea. He couldn’t. He’d simply assumed her cravings had lessened with time. Devil take him, just the thought of her sucking his cold blood made him hard. The thought of him tasting her warm blood at the same moment made him throb.

He’d never be able to stop. He craved her blood too much and he was ashamed for his weakness. Even a lowlife vampire like Cull could have a feeder … and therefore stop. However he, with all his high morals about what vampires should and should not do, was afraid to try. It would be such a close thing, if he took too much of her blood and then she tasted his too soon after, she could be turned. No one knew the degree it took, exactly.

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