Free The Birth of Vengeance (Vampire Formula #1) by P.A. Ross Page A

Yet again, I stared into my own eyes wondering how I had gotten into this mess and what the future held.
    Adjacent to the mirror, a control panel with various black buttons ran down the side. The rest of the room contained clinical white cupboards perched along the walls and black work surfaces with drawers and cupboards underneath for equipment, where the needles had been placed. Equipment sat on top of the work surfaces; Microscope, spinning things, folders, books and the cupboards full of scientific kit. I looked back into the mirror and my reflection disgusted me. I was a loser. I felt angry that I couldn’t stop them.
    I thought about Giles and the fact we had saved him initially from what I had just been through. He never thanked me for getting his mum and saving him. He just blamed me for not being beaten up with him, for looking the other way and walking on. After moving all this way to avoid troubles at home, I had still ended up bruised, battered, hurt and even more scared than before. I feared I lost Scarlett’s respect along with my phone, money and dignity. I had no reason to believe Scarlett would leave me because of this but I wasn’t thinking straight. She was too good for me, and I had always known this to be true. Eventually someone older, braver and cooler would take an interest, and it would be the end. That night others had noticed her and were jealous enough to attack me to push me away. My anger boiled inside. Why did all these dreadful things happen to me? What had I ever done to the world that everything kept being snatched away? From the very day I had been born, Mum died and Dad resented me for the death of his wife and curtailing his work. Bullied at school from the very first day, the car accident with Giles’ mum, and the O’Keefes harassing me. Then being mugged in London, when I had finally started a new life for myself. I jumped off the chair and kicked it to the floor, then punched one of the cupboards. Ouch . I held my hand gently as the bruised knuckles throbbed with pain.
    “Bllloooood and rage, how sweet,” a soft feminine voice smoothly interrupted my self-loathing.
    The voice sounded strange, the accent weird, it seemed to start off eastern European and finish in French.
    “Hello!” I answered back looking around the room and down the corridor. I couldn’t hear anyone else except my Dad talking in the office next door.
    “Hello,” I said again nervously re-entering the room.
    “Thhhrough the mirror,” the voice replied.
    I hadn’t imagined it. The voice contained a strange mixture of harsh eastern tones finishing in a sexy French voice. It then dawned on me that the voice sounded just in my head.
    Hello, I thought instead of speaking and the image of the panel adjacent to the mirror appeared in my mind. Curious, I walked straight over and pressed the button it showed.
    The tinted mirror cleared to glass showing a small room on the other side. The walls and ceiling painted a bright white, and embedded into the ceiling a series of strip lights that overly illuminated the room. A single bed with tatty unmade sheets tucked into the far right corner, and in the middle of the room a young woman in her late twenties, with her head leant forward, dropping her eyes to the floor. She walked back and forth across the room, passing either side of a bare wooden chair facing the mirror. As she walked, her boot heels tapped across the exposed wooden floorboards. Her long tousled raven hair bounced up and down on the shoulder straps of her white vest top. Light flashed off her thighs on either leg from her tight, black, shiny combat trousers, as she walked like a captive animal slowly wearing a groove in the ground. Her body held perfect form with ample curves across her tall athletic frame. Her clothes hugged her figure, pulling in and pushing out her flesh and muscles in the desired places. She was unbelievably attractive. I stood stunned to the spot as I looked at my fantasy woman and