Free Salvation - an erotic vampire romance by Alexandra Cameron Page A

her blue, frozen hands with a disgusted look on his face. He and several others took several steps away from her as though she were a nasty germ.  

“Please, he’s a monster… he’s going to kill me! Please help me!” she begged, determined to make herself understood. Her vocal chords were screaming in agony, but she had to keep going, had to make them understand. “Please, he’s…” her voice failed her, she could only cough. But the coughing hurt her throat just as much. “A vam…” she gasped into the dead air. The word faded as she spoke it.  

“Was that … “vampire” you said, little Lizzie?”, the monster whispered quietly in her ear from behind, with the hint of a voice that had just hurled her name into the world. He pulled her up high by the thin collar of her dress and brought her face up to his. “Is that what you said?”

“Help!” came the soundless cry from her lips.

The people in the pub had all turned back to look now with curiosity. The monster was attractive, almost aristocratic, and clearly rich. What did a man like that want with such a dirty and tattered street urchin, they were clearly asking themselves.

“She took my money and then refused to spread her legs! Can you believe it?”, the monster laughed into the crowd.

A few laughed with him. More still preferred not to do anything that might make the rich man angry. They turned back to their drinks while he took Elizabeth by the collar and pulled her back out into the snow. A deep furrow was left in the white, pure snow cover as he dragged her from the refuge she’d so desperately fought to reach. 

Elizabeth tried to fight him, she kicked her legs, tried to bite the hand that was still holding tightly onto her collar, tried to grab onto the grooves on the street cobbles as he dragged her.

Her brittle fingernails broke. She kept trying. Spots of blood dropped onto the snow and smudged into it. The sharp-edged cobbles cut into her skin as he dragged her mercilessly.

When she finally managed to get his hand between her teeth and bite, he let her go. She fell painfully onto her tailbone. The sharp, crystal-clear pain only delayed her for a moment before she tried to escape again. She crawled a few steps. Maybe a few centimetres.

But then the monster simply grabbed her by her hair and continued to drag her.

Elizabeth screamed, but no noise came from her throat, she hit him, but he didn’t notice, she stuck her heels into the ground, but the sharp pain in the roots of her hair only grew stronger as he effortlessly dragged her further.

Once they had turned the corner, he lifted her up, up against a wall and pressed her firmly into it with his body.

“Did you really think, even for a moment, that you had a chance?” the monster whispered into her ear.
    Had she?

Earlier that afternoon she had pickpocketed his watch in a small alleyway and run fast. She needed to eat. She had run until she came to her pawnbroker, who took the watch from her gladly.
    And then the pawnbroker had disclosed her name to the monster before he was killed. Elizabeth had kept running until she got to the poorhouse where he surely wouldn’t be able to find her amongst all the people. But he had. And then she had run to the church where he had bitten into the preacher’s throat. And then she had run to the pub…
    Had she really thought she had a chance?

“For one, tiny moment,” she murmured quietly.
    “Silly little Lizzie,” he laughed into her neck before sinking his teeth into her throat.

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“Hello, little Lizzie…”, the voice murmured as she woke. The crazy voice of the monster. “Little Lizzie, sweet little Lizzie…”

Elizabeth opened her eyes and found herself staring into his face. He was handsome when he wasn’t baring his fangs, when his dark eyes didn’t have a crazy gleam to them.

She realised that her wrists were bound and chained to the ceiling and she could only just touch the floor with the