Vampire King’s Little Killer

Urge: a strong desire or impulse.

Nero

“Hunt, then fuck,” I told Tessa before wrapping her in my arms, not wanting my little killer’s mind to wander too far into her blood frenzy. I needed her calm. I didn’t anticipate that watching her half-brother crumble with his life story would awaken the affectionate side of her. Seemed that brotherly love was there, and I can see that the realization was shocking the balance of her emotional nothingness.

“I want to bring my new toys.”

I cupped her face, my thumb was caressing her cheek before kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry, love, we can’t bring that big toy, how about your Baretta or Glock? The place will be tight, you’d want to move freely while aiming your gun.”

“Huh, didn’t think of that. I wanted to try my bigger toys. How about we pull aside and use those Russians for some target practice?” She gave me her wicked smile and I laughed.

“Go on, pack your toy bag. I need to talk to Aldrich and Marius.” I kissed her cheek and left her smiling adorably in front of our bedroom. The promise of blood always gets her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

I decided to take Marius with us and told Aldrich to guard Lowell and gave him what he needed. I also told him to cook a big fat juicy steak for the half-breed knowing that it’ll make him heal faster.

“The bloodier the better. Werewolves love them.”

Aldrich nodded and went to the kitchen and left me to go back to fetch my little killer.

The drive to the shady warehouse compound where the Russians held their cage fights was spent in silence. It took her less than five minutes to strap two guns and two knives to her body, after that Tessa looked a bit tense, no one would notice but I did. The air around her was void of any feelings. She was not bottling everything inside and that was fine with me. But still, I put her hand on my thigh and entwined my fingers with hers.

Her hand twitched the second Marius parked the car and told us that we had arrived.

“Don’t get too excited, I know it has been a while but I need you to follow my lead. Can you do that, little killer?” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, making sure that she heard me perfectly. The end of her lips twitched, she looked at me and nodded while her gaze was locked on my lips. Damn. I know she always gets horny when blood is about to spill, but apparently, I have to force my cock not to get too excited as well.

“Follow us, we may need you for damage control,” I told Marius as he stepped behind us when we were at the entrance of the rowdy venue.

“You’re new,”

“We are and I’m willing to pay good money to be seated in the first row,” I said to the tall beefy guy manning the door at the entrance. I schooled my face and acted bored like a pretentious rich prick. Tessa seemed to get my charade without being in verbal communication when she leaned closer to me, batted her eyelashes, and pouted cutely.

“Babe, I want to sit now. Can we get in or not? You said your money can get us anywhere.” She huffed showing off her false inner brat and I couldn’t help but smirk at her.

“My queen, you know I will get us in.” I kissed her temple and gazed lazily at the guard while slipping more than enough money to get the three of us into the warehouse. The bulky guy almost gasped when he saw the neatly folded bills in his hand, but he was quick to slip them inside his pocket and let us all in.

He patted both me and Marius. He was about to search Tessa when I shook my head at him. “No one touches my future bride but me, you really think she’d have any kinds of weapons hidden under her clothes? really?” I arched my brow and he stepped back when Marius stepped closer and was ready to fight for his future queen.

The guy decided to back down and then called one of his friends, telling him to usher us to the best seats and introduce us to the bookie to place our bets.

The crowd was loud, but my eyes were quick to scan our surroundings to identify the people in charge of the game.

“Marius, sit to her other side,” I ordered him without any hesitation before we were seated in the cheap foldable chairs right in front of the cage.

“This is not right, that guy is way too small to be his opponent,” Tessa grumbled softly beside me just minutes after she was seated. My little killer looked annoyed and ready to get in the cage and help the smaller guy out. It was endearing and adorable.

“Yes, they’d do this. They’re ruthless. Sometimes they just like to hear the excitement in the crowd knowing that guy is going to die tonight.”

Tessa shook her head, and her hands twitched before I put my hand on hers. “We will not do anything, yet.”

“But… but, the guy will die.”

“Do you want him to live?”

“Uh… of course, for now, he’d die eventually. People die. But he didn’t have to die tonight.” She shifted in her seat and looked uncomfortable. I know she was probably imagining her brother locked in that cage in the same situation. She saw the bruises on his abdomen and the ones healing nicely on his face. Tessa knew exactly how much her half-brother had endured in getting those bruises.

When the small guy dropped to the dirty floor in front of her she squeezes my hand tighter. Then she quickly got up and went straight for the bookie where he was standing with the group of Russians. I looked at Marius and nodded, telling him silently that things were going to get really messy.

We followed Tessa, we were hot on her tail when two Russians stopped her from coming closer to their little group of game fixers. Her eyes locked onto the guy who was definitely in charge of this place. Her instinct was spot on, she knew straightway who was the boss among these filthy humans.

“You are not allowed here.”

“I know, that’s why I brought my friends.” She wickedly smiled, clearly ignoring my instructions to follow my lead as I predicted. My little killer will always do anything she wants. She may nod but that didn’t mean that she’d follow my demands. Sometimes I’d think she defy me just to be punished later.

The Russians looked at me and Marius, their hands were quick to draw guns and point them at me and my guard when Tessa pulled out her shiny new toys and shot two guys in the head before anyone realized what she was doing. Marius was next, he easily breaks the neck of one of the guys standing close to him then moves swiftly to his buddy. Bodies were dropping while the crowds went crazy as they circled us. They were leaving the game for a bloodier massacre happening within the vicinity.

And when there was only the boss left, she shot his shoulder, twice. Tessa straddled him the second he went down then took her knife out and slit his throat. I have to calm myself down and look at Marius, telling him in silence not to get seduced by the flowing warm blood in front of him. He was not a youngling anymore and he managed to follow through with my command as we moved away from the bloodshed while Tessa wiped the dirty blade on one of her victim’s clothes before she sheathed the knife back under her jacket.

The spectators parted as we walked away from the dead bodies. They were too stunned to comment, most likely also too afraid. So, we kept on walking until Tessa stopped in front of the cage. It was empty aside from the battered guy who lay barely breathing. I could hear his faint heartbeat when Tessa asked me if he was still alive.

“Barely,”

“Take him with us.”

The crowd started dispersing, it wouldn’t be long until the Russians figured out what happened in one of their shady establishment. We need to get out of there before they do. Our human liaison won’t be pleased with what happened. It was why we did not leave any bite marks. We’re not that stupid.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

And when Tessa asked to take the unconscious man with us, I shook my head. But then she pouted and that was all it takes for me to tell Marius to carry him to the car. He worked fast and we reached our car and were back on the road within minutes.

“Thank you,” she leaned in and kissed me.

“You will later, properly.” My hand was on her shoulder, pulling her closer until she rested her head on my chest. I need to tell her when we’re home that bringing the injured man was not favorable to us. It could lead to those damn Russians on our tail. Not that I was afraid, more than it was not the mess I’d like to get myself into.

But with Tessa, it seemed that she always easily convinced me to do anything she wanted. It was not good. But it was also nothing that I couldn’t handle.