Vampire Romance_Book 2 by P. L. Kurup

Author:P. L. Kurup [KURUP, P. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: priya Narendran
Published: 2017-08-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Samuel glanced at his shirt and saw it was soaked in blood. There was nothing he could do as a change of clothes was miles away. He sprinted to the manor and his attention switched from his inappropriate clothes to reaching Amelia before she was killed. The trip involved negotiating felled tree stumps and concealed rocks, but the only thing on his mind was Amelia’s welfare. Throughout his trek he attempted to see if she was still alive. His fractured state meant his powers betrayed him by showing nothing of her. He gritted his teeth irritated by the weakening of his faculties.

He arrived at the spot where he started the hunt and made his way to a tiny cave hidden by slivers of ivy. The cavern was pitch dark, yet he navigated it without injuring himself. Eventually, he came to an underwater pond. Samuel removed the bloodstained shirt and the remainder of his clothes to reveal a toned body that looked as youthful as the day he was turned. He dove into the pond and sunk beneath the crystal clear water.

While there, he washed the blood from his hands, face, chest and neck leaving no trace of the crimson liquid. He remained submerged for seconds before resurfacing and darting to the pond’s edge. His hands picked up a new set of clothes from behind a rock and he put them on in haste. The minute he was dressed, he retraced his way back to the exit and emerged into the woods.

His hair dripped wet as he raced to the top of the mound alongside the manor. Leaping into the courtyard, he stared at the ground, and noticed bare footprints exactly as he’d envisioned an hour ago. They were petite in shape and gave no clue as to the violent nature of its owner. Nevertheless, everything else remained the same. His and Amelia’s cars were parked in the same place, the depth of the snow stayed a hefty three feet. He thrust open the front door and felt Clara’s presence straight away. He couldn’t sense Amelia and his expression plunged at what may have happened to her.

“I never should have left you,” he murmured.

Cackles rang out from the kitchen and Samuel raced down the lengthy corridor and arrived at the kitchen to find Amelia bandaging Clara’s arm. He stared at Amelia as if she was a ghost.

“Hi Samuel, Clara fell down the hill and broke her arm,” Amelia explained. “She’s lucky she didn’t break anything else.”

Samuel tore up to Clara and dragged her away while baring his fangs. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Samuel, stop it. She’s hurt her arm,” Amelia yelled.

“Amelia, leave us,” he ordered.

“In case you were wandering this is no longer the eighteenth century,” Amelia replied.

“I said, leave the kitchen right now,” Samuel yelled.

Amelia left the kitchen muttering a curse and soon he heard her bedroom door slam.

“Chasing after the same person for three centuries is pathetic,” Clara baited. “There are three and a half billion females you could go after.

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