Free New Blood (The Blood Saga Book 2) by Unknown

my cheeks and eyes.
    “Hey, sweetheart,” the anxious one
spoke. “What are you doing out here alone? Getting kinda late. You must be cold.”
He chuckled vivaciously. He had no idea how cold I was. My smile sweetened as I
looked to him, watching them both more keenly now.
    Rolling his eyes, the friend
sighed, mumbling under his breath, “Let it go, man. You don’t have a chance.”
    My head cocked to the side from his
comment and kept my pretty smile soft on my lips. No. He doesn’t have a
chance.
    The friend eyed me more carefully
now as he re-secured his canteen. Though his mind told him it was impossible,
the look in his eyes registered danger. I could smell just the faintest hint of
fear.
    “What’s the matter, honey? You don’t
need to be afraid of us,” his voice was cocky, lit with arrogant laughter.
    My laugh was soft. If they’d had
keen ears they would have heard the melodic echo that caused the animals in the
near woods to slither, crawl and run away.
    “I’m not afraid.” But you should
be.
    The anxious one spoke again as
something caught his friend’s attention. He watched me carefully now. “Are you
all alone out here?”
    The anxious man was large. Firm
build. An athlete? Maybe he was just obsessed with himself. I hoped so.
    “Yes.”
    Pulling his pack off, the friend
grumbled, disapproving. Laying it on the ground, he plopped down on top of it
as a makeshift chair.
    Folding his arms over his chest, he
watched with very mild amusement. More annoyance than anything though. He didn’t
want to be here, but he didn’t get in the way of his friend either.
    How kind of him. How grateful I was
to him. I would not let him suffer. The younger anxious one practically trotted
down the slope to the water’s edge as I emerged from my pool to the rocky
beach.
    His hand reached for mine as I
reached the shore line. My hand extended to his slowly as if cautious or
nervous. I just didn’t need him screaming.
    Sliding my wet fingers carefully
into his large masculine hand I realized how incredibly warm he was. How
different it was to touch this man over another of my kind. Our skin is cold
and hard. Our hearts do not beat, and so the movement of our blood is very slow
usually, only moving at all from the blood that fuels our lives.
    Crimson life pulsed beneath his
flesh much more rapid than my own. It felt amazing. Electrifying me in the most
serene manner. It was so contradicting in all ways. The most painful form of
pleasure there ever was. I stepped out of the water onto the rocky shore closer
to him. I was entranced.
    “We have a camp not far from here.
We can get a fire going in no time. Come on.” Mr. Anxious pulled me dangerously
closer. His arm wrapped around my shoulders. “Well hell. You’re freezing, baby.
But don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”
    The other one looked uneasy. His
gaze on me became unsteady. The arrogant one kissed my fingers. His eyes locked
on mine without sway. I could feel the throb of his pulse in his fingertips as
he brought my hand to his mouth.
    The heat of his lips I could
compare to a burning sun. My fingers played with his so carefully, gliding a
single digit along the thick vein on top of his hand. Holding back a frenzied
dark laugh, I disguised it as a flustered giggle.
    “Brian,” his friend spoke as he
watched me intently though he seemed more confused now. “Brian. Not this one.
Not tonight. We need to go.”
    Brian sneered as he spoke to his friend
but kept his eyes on me, “Why the hell not?”
    “This is a bad idea. We need to go.”
He stumbled back as he stood. The musky smell of fear wafted through the air.
It had grown stronger, pungent, delicious.
    Brian grinned slow and wide as he
stared at only me. “No. It’s a great idea. Don’t worry about him, honey. Mike
here is kinda uptight is all.” Brian winked as he kissed my fingers.
    “For tonight you mean? Whatever,
man. I’m outa this one.” Standing up he turned his back to us, bending down