Free Resurrection of the Fallen (Book 1): Surviving New York by Misti Vanhoy

sweat dripping off of her skin and feel the softness of her somewhat dirty skin. Despite the fact that we haven’t had a real shower in years, my urge to have her was unhindered. I’d take her any way I could right now. Beggars really couldn’t be choosers when you lived in a world of the undead.
    I stood there for a moment with my hand lightly rested upon the curtain covering the balcony door and listened to her tossing and turning in her makeshift bed. I couldn’t help but wish that we were the only ones here. Her body needed to be next to mine at all times. It was Lucifer’s influence that brought us together four years ago and his influence that kept us together. We were meant to be and nothing should have to stand in the way of that. It wasn’t right to spit in the devil’s face when he provided gifts.
    I glanced over my shoulder into the living room where her father and sister lay sleeping on blowup mattresses and Brantley slept on the loveseat by the kitchen. It would be so easy to slit their throats one by one right now and watch them die. They would no longer be able to separate Morgan and me from our destiny if they were dead. But I needed them. They were going to be the force to push her closer to me, to stop her from fighting her attraction to me. I could see how she looked at me when she thought no one was looking. She had the hunger in her eyes after being without real human contact for four years. I knew Brantley disgusted her beyond the scope of sexual attraction and her family was too close to her to create an attraction. I’d caught her looking me up and down when we were alone. I knew she wanted it. She knew with certainty how I felt.
    My disdain for them was always apparent on my face. I didn’t care to hide it. In fact, I wanted them to know I wanted them gone. I wanted them to see the hate in my eyes when I looked at them and to hear the venom in my voice when I talked. They couldn’t expect any better when they had treated me so poorly and done everything possible to keep me from my prize.
    I was anxiously waiting for the right time for my plan to unfold, but I couldn’t throw her into the middle of it until she had a taste of the attraction we have for one another. I couldn’t kill them or turn them against one another until she was in my clutches and I knew for sure that she’d go with me when something happened to her family. She needed to fall right along with me like a good little bitch when the time was right. I just had to wait for the time that she was the most vulnerable to my advances. Tomorrow would be a turning point in our acquaintanceship without her having the ability to turn her back on me. I would have her and I would have her forever. There was no doubt in my mind that she would do so. No one had ever resisted my advances.
    I slipped back to my makeshift bed on the other couch and nestled in for the rest of the night. I would be up before the dawn broke over the horizon to spirit away my woman so that her father, Seth, wouldn’t stop us. He was the eternal thorn in my side and took pleasure in putting a halt on any plan that I devised. I relished the thought of plunging my daggers into his back and neck, forever silencing his harrowing ass. I slipped into sweet sleep with a vengeful smile on my face and the thought of Seth dying at my hands. Nothing would be more desirable for me than to put him out of his misery myself. Then I’d hang him up somewhere with a hand-made sign that said, ‘She’s mine.’ No one would dare to come between us again.

Chapter 9
    T he sun kissing my cheeks to warm me up from the cold chill of the night woke me up that next morning. I stretched to relax my joints and muscles from the fetal position that I had slept in; my bones creaked and popped like a house settling into its foundation. I rolled to my back and placed my hands beside my head, planting my feet as I did so. I picked myself up onto my extremities like a crab and arched my