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

to
pick up his pack and re-strapping it to his shoulders.
    The anxious one dropped my hand to
turn to his friend with a grumble and shrug. He started to speak, obviously
annoyed, “Mike-” Sadly though at that time his speech became instantly
impaired. My left hand caught his throat, jerking his neck to the right. My
body slammed into his. He felt so fragile and meek in my arms.
    Power is an intoxicating thing no
matter who you are. Or what as it would seem.
    Later I was probably going to
regret not letting his friend go. But he had seen me so there was no option I
would justify to myself.
    With my hand crushing around his
throat I wrapped around him. My right arm held tight around his torso while my
nails dug into his back lustfully. Burying into his throat, my nose nuzzled for
just an instant into that thick throbbing muscle of the jugular as I savored my
sweet serenity.
    Slowly and carefully, my teeth
scratched the surface of his salty dirty flesh. It was the most delicious flavor
my tongue had ever encountered. At least until my fangs ripped through the
concealing flesh, deep into the muscle, filling my mouth with my salvation.
Human blood. It was nothing like when Damien had bitten me when I was mortal.
Without control my fangs ripped and shredded through his skin viciously.
    Mike jolted, spinning around to see
what was happening when he heard his friend’s strangled vocals. As he started
to stumble back, his jaw hung slack, eyes wide in horror. His feet faltered and
he nearly fell down the slight incline.
    That good man would lose his life.
It was lost from his friend’s stupidity to begin with. Such a pity. Perhaps it
was nature’s way though. Or maybe it was just where their map led. A dead end.
Was that all I was now for all things living? A dead end to life by ways of
death and blood brought on by animalistic predatory needs for survival.
    My right hand clutched to the back
of Brian’s broad shoulder as I held him tight against me. I felt a bone
somewhere in his body crack from the pressure. As he tried to fight me futilely
his body was only tense for a few seconds. As the blood loss and shock took
over, his knees gave out. Another few seconds and he would be dead.
    As I continued to draw slow deep
full drinks out from the primary veins, I could hear the race of his heart
begin to struggle and come to a slow. It was the most savagely beautiful music
playing to my ears alone.
    Mike lunged from the slope in a
well-aimed dive to grapple me. His body slammed into mine, his arms grabbing
for my shoulders to throw me to the ground. For him it would be as if he ran
into a brick wall. No appeal. No falter to my frame at all.
    In my own time I released his
friend who collapsed to the ground at my feet. He fell as if he was no more
than a heavy sack of potatoes. From the sound of his heartbeat, it maybe had
two or three more pumps before he would be completely lost. Despite Mike’s
attack, I stopped and waited to listen. Ba-dump ba-dump … ba-dump thump thump….
Then nothing. It was over.
    When the second passed my hand shot
back out, grabbing Mike’s throat. One snap. His pain was over. I promised
myself he would not suffer.
    Blood oozed down my lips. My tongue
stretched out, lapping up the spill that ran down my chin. My intentions were
to drop the man, but the lust was so overwhelming. I needed him desperately.
    Wrapping around him as well, I fell
to the ground on top of him like the primitive hungry beast that I was. My
fangs dug into his broken neck sucking deep long drinks of his slowing blood.
Tearing at his flesh with more rash desire than I had even the first male, my
fangs connected to the bone in less than second. My nails dug into his arms and
shoulders like an animal. It was his blood that had smelled so wonderfully
sweet. And it was that.
    My head was so clouded I couldn’t
focus. I had gotten too carried away despite how heightened my senses should
have been at that moment. So frenzied in my glorious