Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
The events of the night came pouring in; getting stood up by Josh, the voice in my head, being drawn across town to a creepy ass cemetery, and then rescuing a vampire who bit me. Fuck!
My eyes sprang open at the last thought, and I was met by the sight of none other than Viggo himself hovering over me. The bastard was just as gorgeous and terrifying as before. Wait a minute; he’s a vampire. He bit me. Am I a vampire?
My words were slurred when I yelled, “You son of a bitch!” I cocked back my fist and shoved it towards his face, though my action was slow. Viggo easily caught my wrist and turned it over as he lowered his mouth to my skin. Well, this is it; he’s going to suck out what little blood he left and my ass will shrivel up and die.
But to my surprise, Viggo didn’t bite me. He pressed gentle kisses over my forearm before opening my fist. Then he kissed my palm and each fingertip. That feels kind of amazing. I lifted my other hand in offering, and Viggo gave a sexy smirk as he took it.
Without his fangs hanging out, he didn’t look scary at all; he just looked like the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. But he wasn’t a man. He was a monster. I snapped out of his sensual spell and just before he kissed my other hand, I used it to push him away by the forehead.
“You bit me!” I jerked my arms away from his touch, crossing them over my chest as I glared at him.
“Please forgive me, beloved.” Viggo’s voice was deep and enchanting, and the term sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered what he’d said about being soulmates. But my anger rose up again and pushed the thought away as he added, “I desperately had to feed or else I would have perished.”
“But I didn’t want to be a vampire! You didn’t even ask! You just grabbed me and used me like a crazy straw!”
Viggo blinked as confusion took over his handsome features. “You are not a vampire.”
“Bullshit. You bit me!”
“Yes, but…that is not how it works.”
“Yes it is. I’ve seen tons of vampire movies.” Viggo continued to appear puzzled, and I wondered if maybe the countless gory films I’d seen had led me astray.
“Sweet Skyler, you have been lied to. I promise you are still human. My kind are born, not created. A human cannot turn into a vampire just as they cannot turn into a dog or a fish.”
“Really?” He nodded and my shoulders relaxed. “Oh.” I supposed if anyone would know, it would be him. “But you still sucked out most of my blood without permission; that’s pretty fucked up.”
“I deeply apologize. I wanted to explain everything to you, but I was quickly losing strength. I didn’t have much life left in me.” The thought broke my heart; I didn’t want Viggo to die. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. I instinctively felt protective of him. Maybe it was part of that ‘soulmate’ thing he was talking about, which I still didn’t fully understand. It was on my list of questions for him.
The first one left my lips as I sat upright. “Where am I?” I was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room.
“I brought you to The Walton Hotel. You needed rest, and I didn’t know where else to go. This city is very different from what I remember.”
“Well it’s no wonder I don’t recognize the room; The Walton is way out of my price range.”
Viggo’s face scrunched up with a guilty expression. This can’t be good. “About that…I must apologize to you once more. I had to use a card from your wallet to cover the cost.”
I groaned again as I rubbed my aching forehead. “Fuck.”
“I do not know this word.” It was easy to forget that he’d been locked away for so long, and had missed so much.
“Well, get ready to hear it a lot; it’s one of my favorites. It’s a noun, a verb, an adjective, and everything in between. But let’s circle back to the English lesson later. For now, let’s talk about how you stole my money.”
“I did not steal!” Viggo insisted, rubbing his hand over his chest like the suggestion hurt him. “I only borrowed what was needed. I swear that I will replace it. I have more than enough money to always provide for us.”
“You do? How?” He’d been buried for over a hundred years. How the hell did he make an income?
“I’ve lived for centuries, and have worked many jobs and made investments, stockpiling all of my riches in preparation of the day I’d meet my beloved. It has always been my dream and purpose to find and support you.”