Deal-Breaker

VYM

Idesperately need a goblet of blood, butjinnwill have to suffice.

My memory of this place is even more limited than what I remember, no matter how fresh it is. It's a crowded room, with little creatures mingling, and there is a faint smell of dampness. A tiny blood bag runs into my legs. Gnomes...

"No sweat, Vym, but I'd watch your dawn. Summer sunrises can be bitches." It's only a matter of time before I find out where this gargoyle lives...

Had Fayra told me this officer would be here, I might have reconsidered accepting her invitation. There was no better pair of bastards to play thegood cop, bad cop. For twelve hours straight, I was held for interrogation, and my stomach was growling with hunger.

Nothing was found on me that could assist the police, and this entire incident enraged my father. But somehow, it all worked out in the end. Don't they realize that money is everything?

Looking down at Fayra, I notice her hand wrapping around mine.It won't be long until she wraps her cunt around my cock, screaming my name as she bleeds out for me...

"Why are you chuckling,vampie?" she titters, walking me across the apartment for what I'm guessing is this open window.

Upon reaching the sill, I am handed a glass, which I take naturally. "It's because as soon as I touch your skin, I feel tingles run down my own, little fairy."

Not a lie; it is further evidence that she is indeed my Bloodsinger. I cannot get her out of my mind, my veins, out of my entire being... and I haven't even tasted her yet.

I am in awe of her beauty. Dressed in a simple lilac dress with her hair gathered in a bun, Fayra doesn't need much to breathe grace. A raw sweetness that is too innocent to be kept that way...

"What is it?"

"What is what, Mrs. Jinksovan?"

"The surprise."

Where are your manners, Fayra? It's exciting to think of starting her entire education over. The stroke of a whip always worked so far, and a hundred of them are a lesson never to forget.

"Fay, you can call me Fay." Definitely not a good nickname.

"I'd love that." With my hand shoving deep into my jacket's chest pocket, I pull out a card. "Here."

"What's this?" She stares at it, flipping it back and forth, her slender fingers printing glitter on the card. Fae dust seems to be constantly leaking from her. Regardless of what magic is in her, it is not channeled properly.

No, she is not a peacemaker fairy... which makes me wonder why they printed her type incorrectly on her I.D.

"The Restless' business card?" She creases her eyes back at me with a shimmer similar to that of a stream of water, then glances at it again.

"I'm looking for a partner. You mentioned you had spare time, so..."

"Did I?.." Frost-like sparkles glint across her face as she looks up. "I appreciate your kindness, Vym. Very thoughtful of you."

"So?"

"Tyke talked about moving out of New-Orc..."

This Tyke! I'll boil his blood!

"I can't commit to this. I'm sorry." Assuring me, she grabs my hand. "But thank you for thinking of me." Then Fayra overlays her second hand on mine and finishes with, "You're too sweet."

Sweet, little dove, is the blood running in your tiny veins.

As I scan the room, I watch the officer closely. Thedemonis going to ruin this attempt for me, I can sense it.

His gaze catches mine. He's definitely obsessed with this wolf I smelt the first time I visited, with ninety-five percent of his attention going to her and only five percent to me. There's no way around it: he will be that thorn I must remove, one way or another... My wink at him turns threatening as I press against Fayra.

"I forgot to tell you, Fay... Tyke will be back sooner than expected!" exclaims this deal-breaker.

Fayra jolts and crushes my ears in a shout I could easily muffle. "Deon, did he say when?!"

"He wants to surprise you!"

I add my voice to this grotesque, loud exchange, the music not helping. "You just ruined it for him, my friend."

"For him? Are you sure?"

I stay silent, ensuring my lack of response fills his little brain. Deon's sly smile...You think you're the hottest thing in town, little fucker? Well, I assure you, in no time, you'll be as cold as death.

I angle my body to face hers and clamp her cheeks, forcing her gaze back into mine. "Fay, where were we?" She's swaying a little, alcohol streaming strongly in her blood. Suits me well; it always gives me a little kick...

"Tyke... You know, if fairies had a mating call, I'm certain he would be my mate. You'd love him. He always looks broody, sure, but inside, he's that sun that never sets."

I smile, and it's' caring enough that Fayra simpers at it. There's a little secret she'll never know—I've never had such repulsion to the sun as I do now.

I take a moment to observe her, a mere second, pondering on her feat. Fairies, the women precisely, are so na?ve and pure. Whether that is sheer stupidity, or a sense of morality, is unclear. The way they express their feelings, there's no shame in it, love bleeding from every pore. Sadly, this sensitivity will be their death.

"I can't wait to meet him, Fay. I hope you'll do me this honor..." This must be the most excruciating sentence I have ever had to voice.

It had to be her. MyBloodsinger had to be this officer's girlfriend... Sometimes, life likes to play a little too much to my taste. Thankfully, its sphere of influence no longer extends to me, death being the final solution to many of mylivingproblems.

My gaze flits back to the table near the entrance. To the left of it, this wolf girl and Deon. He seems to like her...

His eyes joust me again. I expect him to continue like that until morning.

I smirk at him and mouth, "You're wasting your time."

Raise your middle finger at me, Deon. It will soon melt in my mouth as I crunch its bones...

I turn to this precious darling, brushing away escaped threads, and whisper in her pointy velvet-like ear, "You could work part-time. Entertain for a few nights... It could be temporary, I don't mind. Having you on board would certainly give the club a boost."

"How would you know that?"

"I saw you."

"You saw me?"

"Yes."

Fayra seems to retract into her shell as she takes her hands back and hugs herself.My darling, don't be ashamed. Debauchery is my god.

"I was late. I only saw you air-dance as people raved about you."

"Yeah..." This little voice again.

Always comfort the ones who fear. They will come crawling for protection when danger presses on them. So, my hand glides over this wonder's shoulder, down her soft arm, and it erects under my touch. "Am I too cold?"

"No." Fayra tucks her head down, but I capture a tinge of pink rising from her cheekbones. She liked that.

"I had no idea how well people knew you."

"No, I just have fun, Vym. You know, those friends you occasionally see in the same club don't really count as such."

"I want to go to The Restless with you..."

"Now?"

"Yes, I can walk you in and show you the changes I want to make."

Her skin is so soft...

She shoves away my finger gliding down her cheek, tweeting a fake smile of hers. "Changes?"

I succeed in keeping my voice soft. "My dream is to create a cabaret."

"I love that idea."

"Let's go, then."

Fayra looks all around and freezes.

I follow her gaze and land on Deon death-glaring the girl. I'm guessing his senses of perception are honed to the finest.

"Okay..." sings Fayra.

Perfect!I smile. Slowly, I encircle her waist, fingers progressing between the smooth surface of a wing and a dress that might be as silky as her skin.

"Awesome!"

I hum, restraining myself from raising my voice. Along with this self-control, a nifty grin covers my murderous grimace as an overwhelming... no, striking red hand lands across my shoulder, pressing into my bones.

"I always wanted to check out that club."

Deon fucking scum!

My jaws are clamped so tightly that my skull feels fused. A bat's vision sweeps over my stooping gaze as Fayra appears in blue. I struggle to keep Deon's unfriendly grip from triggering something sizable, slightly intimidating, and animalistic. If I shift into a gigantic bat, there is a strong possibility I will kill him—and I doubt Fayra would like that. Then again, we never know. Maybe my flying-fox face might appeal to her.

"Deon." I place my hand on his, exerting pressure on his grip, steadily plunging my nails into his skin. "What an exciting prospect."

He stays coy, probably used to suffering in silence as his blood paints my nails black. Gargoyles, the martyrs of whatever story is happening in the heavens... Drama like this is pointless.

As I turn my head, I see a wolf lady struggle to free her wrist from this demonic creature's grip. It's subtle, but her frazzled smile is enough for everyone to see right through her.

"Then you can check it out tomorrow," I say, chinning up to Deon. He doesn't incline an inch of his body. Only his downward-slanting eyes tell me how many heinous thoughts must be festering in his mind.

"You know what, Vym? Let's goalltogether!"

"Yes!" I'm staring at this flying chatterbox intently, a sudden urge to enlace her neck. Fayra sure is very talkative and full of ideas...

"I'm not feeling so good, guys," the wolf girl says. "I drank a little too much."

"Maybe another time, Vym."Fayra... Fayra... Fayra! As far as I can tell, her friends will be a burden toher...

Fayra shifts position, and from her keen eye and smile readies a departure to meet other guests. But that won't happen. I snake around her wrist and keep her to the level I want her to remain—seated.

"Yes. Maybe another time," Deon repeats. "Mind if we sit?"

"Yes," I hiss.

"Perfect, thank you." This fool sits between Fayra and me, pushing me against the side wall of the window, forcing his bitch to land on his lap.

"Deon, don't feel obliged," the wolf groans lowly. She tries to get up, but his arms strap over her waist enough that she drops back on his thighs. His possessiveness toward her irritates my eyes.

In response, Deon swats her hair to the side, exhaling, "I don't,whiskers." Disgust ripples across my face.

"Vym, don't be disappointed. Next time." Fayra just scorched my nerves bare.

As my patience with these low creatures dwindles, isolating the fairy becomes crucial. "Fay, can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure." The way she inclines her head forth, how her far-searching gaze exhibits her throbbing throat as it turns to her bedroom makes my fangs itch.

As I mirror her motioning body, "Fay!" shatters my emotions by the plenty. Deon grabs her hand, and I'm seconds from snapping. He gives his bright smile and pulls her childishly to him. "Secrets are for sharing, princess."

"Deon!" She laughs. "I'd rather burn at the stake than share my secrets with you." That's one diplomatic way to tease out of a situation.

Deon grins and pathetically croons, "Promise you'll tell me." What a lack of dignity! This guy's sense of cool drips onto floors, and the tacky nature of it makes me want to vomit.

As we make our way to her bedroom, I look over my shoulder and find Deon standing, staring at me for the hundredth time.

I flash my fangs at him. The look on his crinkling face as I shut the door is worth my presence at this otherwise casual party.

The lock turns, and so does my mood. I remove my cloak and throw it onto Fayra's bed. Look at those eyes... "Am I scaring you?"

I think she's getting the hint, however she has no idea how bad things will get.

"Scaring me?" Her confused look is getting me hard. My anticipation is piqued as I wait for her to react in fear...

It's playtime, little girl...

"Sit, Fay."

"Vym, are you okay?" She's taking a step back, damson glitter sprinkling out of a wing flick. So... obviously, I take one forth.

By the damned, this is my favorite moment.

My fangs flare. "I said, sit."

"What are you doing?" Her legs hit the back of the bedframe, and I snigger.

Looks like you're cornered, little fawn.

My feet lift and stop their drift only when a breath exists between us. A rush of lust surges through me. Whether it comes from how I'm curling my fingers around Fayra's chin or how a small cry escapes her fragile lungs, it doesn't matter.

Isn't she a sweet little creature with wings flat on her back, unsure of what lies ahead?

"I'm bitten, Fayra. You are the promise I was waiting for. And like any prince, I cannot let this promise slip through my fingers."

Her blue orbs widen. I don't think she likes my fangs...

"Fuck you." I thought she was plain and easy... Seems the girl's more wired than I thought.

Fayra makes a run for the window.

"Don't get carried away, precious." Her ankle slips from my grip, and she plops on the mat like a clumsy wee thing.

"Stop this!"

Fortunately for me, the music is loud enough.

She grunts under her breath, picking up an effort she won't need.

Upon hearing her racing heartbeats, my canines woo at her. Fay's blood is ready.

She paws the bed on her fours, trying to leap over it. I land a solid grip on her leg and drag her backward.

"V—"

The most important rule is to muffle the prey as quickly as possible.

"Hush, Fayra. I'll be gentle."

A burning pain speeds up my torso—her wings! They are radiating heat like a sun's bloody flare!

I spin her, tilt her head up for her clear blue eyes to meet mine, and repeat,Anima Cantus, the power of hypnosis, "Bequiet andsiton the bed."

Fayra does as she's told.

On my knees, my hungry hands flutter up her legs, wandering wherever they feel like. And I can assure you, they travel far. "Lift your dress."

She's a very good girl. She removes everything, and I sneer, mouth watering to taste her, just a little.

Flipping her thighs wide open, I snigger. "Oh, Fayra darling, you're one of those... Free and uncensored." The girl is wearing sheer, ivory lace underwear that leaves little to the imagination. Ana had something like that—she called them cheeksters. My lips quiver, and a hiccup of rage runs like a snake through my body. I don't shake it off; I shove it deep within, keeping it for Anamos. I will use this hatred when the opportunity arises. A knowing smile sweeps up to my ears to know it will, even as I find what looks like an orc tattooed up Fayra's inner thigh. There is no question this will be covered up with another kind of monster...

"Feel free to be yourself." Blood travels faster when thegiveris aware. I open my mouth and hook them straight on the side of her thigh.

She moans, sluggishly trying to push my head away, the poison in my fangs steadily corrupting her muscles, her thinking process, her consent... She can try screaming for help, but it only excites me more because I know she can't.