Blood Bites: Three Vampire Tales by C.J. Pinard

Author:C.J. Pinard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, urban fantasy, horror, paranormal romance, werewolf, free, horror and sex, kristen middleton, lr potter

I paced the room for a good hour. I was already going stir-crazy. Four white walls and a green plastic chair. I picked up the book and decided I had to read it. I mean, what else was I going to do?

I lay on my back and held the book over my face as I read. I would occasionally see one of the family peek in and look at me, but I ignored them. Even Karina.

After the first chapter, I started to feel nauseas. I put the book down and looked around. “Crap. If I puke, I get to smell it for the next twenty-two hours,” I said to myself.

I began to pace again, hoping it would go away. But then a pain began to rip through my gut like someone had punched me. I doubled over, now really fighting the urge to throw up.

Then I broke out in a horrific sweat. I felt like I had food poisoning. I had had it once in the tenth grade after some bad Chinese food. My parents and I were so sick, we couldn’t even care for each other. This is what this felt like. I stripped off my clothes down to my boxers and paced the floor. My fangs had come out and I was now hearing everything in the house. I heard a scratching noise outside my prison and looked through the window. A small mouse scurried across the floor and I wanted nothing more than to break the door down and… eat it. My mouth watered at the thought, and my brain screamed at how wrong that was.

I looked down at my hands and my nails were beginning to grow into claws. A flashback of the night my parents were killed came crashing into my mind and I remembered these claws, gripping my father’s arms and practically tearing them in half while I bit into his jugular.

My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. Hair was beginning to sprout on my arms and legs and I looked into the small window and could see a faint reflection of myself and I screamed. I literally looked like a monster, something I would see in a horror movie. Only I was the real deal. I wanted to break down the door and tear something to pieces. Dylan was first on the list.

And speak of the devil, his face appeared in the window moments later and his eyes got big. I picked up the plastic chair and threw it at the door. When that didn’t produce the desired effect, I lunged toward it, shoulder first, hoping to break it down so I could take that bastard’s head off. I felt something wet on my chest and looked down to see drool swinging from my mouth in white, stringy, frothy lengths.

Dylan’s eyes were huge and he moved away from the door and scurried up the stairs like the vermin that he was. As soon as this was over, I was going to kill him, werewolf or no werewolf.

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