Page 3 of Blood Oath
I try to step around him, but he blocks my path with a wide smile. Two colors of lipstick are smeared around his mouth, down his chest, and all over his junk. From the way he’s eyeing me, it’s not hard to tell he’s sizing me up to get a feel for how strong or weak of a legacy I am. I suppose the interim headmaster was right about needing to watch my back right off the bat.
“Not so fast. Why’re you here so late in the semester? You an asscaster?” When I say nothing, he grins. “That’s what we call atypical casters. Because their magic is total ass.”
Again, I try to sidestep him. Again, he gets in the way.
“Whoa there. You need a crash course, sweetie. Wanna join us? Collin’s orgies are always the best. Or if you’re not into group scenes, I’m more than ready to give you the best one-on-one welcome you could possibly ask for.”
I look pointedly down at his flaccid, lipstick-and-sex-juice-covered dick. “Hard pass. Besides, your little soldier obviously didn’t get the more-than-ready memo.”
I finally manage to step around him, assuming he’ll give up on harassing me and return to the mosh pit of sex. Instead, he keeps pace with me, eyeing the area where my sweatshirt obscures my chest as he licks his lips.
“This prissy, robotic virgin thing you’ve got going? Yeah, you’re an asscaster, all right. But I’ve got a knack for guessing people’s undiscovered kinks, and I get the feeling that once I peel all those stuffy layers off of you, you’ll be my sweet little submissive cocksucker just begging for dick.”
Gag me with a knife.
I’m not going to waste more time with this prick by going into all the many ways he’s dead wrong. “Not interested.”
I turn again and begin ascending a half-hidden narrow staircase toward the second floor, but in a blur, the idiot is standing a few stairs up from me, so now his disgusting, still-wet cock is at eye level. He leers down.
“Didn’t ask if you were. See, you’ve got me curious, and I hate being curious. I can tell just by looking you’re a one-fuck cunt, so I’ll leave you alone afterward. Come on, give it a taste. You’ll love it.”
That’s it. My patience has officially run out.
I look him in the eye and speak clearly so his single functioning brain cell will understand. “You don’t want to test me. Move.”
He throws his head back on a sharp laugh. “Poor thing, do you actually think you could handle me? I’m a vampire. You’re basically a human. The least powerful legacy of all time is still a hundred times more threatening than an asscaster. Go on, give it your best shot. I wanna see you snap.”
Trust me, you don’t.
He slowly descends the stairs, his appetite shifting from my body to the side of my neck. “Maybe I’ll cut you a deal, New Girl. Suck me off without fighting, and I’ll only drink a pint. Keep playing hard to get, and it’ll be your fault when I drain you dry.”
I want to roll my eyes at how deluded this guy is, but then he reaches down to cup my jaw, his other hand slipping behind me to squeeze my ass.
Time jolts, sending my stomach careening. For one fraction of a second after my body registers his touch on my face, my limbs go numb, and I can’t breathe. The drag of his unwanted bare skin against mine is like a scalding razor running across a frayed nerve, raw and unbearable.
I snap.
Instincts kick in hard and fast, my body going into auto drive as I knock his arm to one side while pulling my favorite small dagger from one of my concealed sleeve pockets. By the time the vamp even realizes I’ve moved, the dagger is already jammed up between his ribs, twisting into his heart deep enough that the tips of my fingers sink into the new hole in his chest that’s already gushing blood.
Good thing my gloves are black, so the stain won’t show.
He gasps and staggers into the wall as every vein in his body bulges through his quickly blackening skin. It’s an agonizing sensation. I would know.
“Th—this isn’t an oak stake,” he chokes, desperately trying to claw the dagger out. Unfortunately for him, he only has about ten seconds left before his vampire strength is sapped away with the remainder of his life force. “W—what is?—“
“Adamantine. With some very fun tweaks.”
I wrench the dagger out, and he cries out in pain, slumping to the floor. As he starts to spasm uncontrollably, I use his bathrobe to wipe off my blade, giving him a bored look that belies the residual panic pumping through my system from his touch.
“Congratulations. You got to see me snap.”
The vampire’s eyes widen just before he goes utterly still.
My veins fill with a familiar buzz. For the first time since arriving here, the corners of my lips curl up slowly. Slipping the dagger back into its hidden pocket in my sleeve, I continue up the stairs.
These legacies don’t have to worry about me not being monstrous enough for this place.
They have no idea what they just let in.
