I close my eyes and lean forward, inhaling his scent. Immediately, I smell drugs in his chest pocket. With my other hand, I rip them out.
His eyes go wide as fear and confusion etches across his face. “How did you—?” he gasps, trying to breathe as my grip tightens.
I slide him back down, his feet touching the ground. I release his throat and take a step back.
“Go,” I order.
He blinks in surprise but doesn’t move.
“I said go!” I roar.
His entire body flinches before he takes off in a panicked run past my brothers, who each growl and hiss at him as he passes.
“Run, little piggy, run,” I sneer.
He reaches the door, his panicked, fumbling hands struggling to unlock it. I sprint across the bar, sailing through the air as I attack him from behind. I sink my teeth into the flesh of his neck. His piercing scream reverberates around the bar like a beautiful sound to any vampire.
His blood splatters across the door as I rip and tear into his flesh; drinking, devouring every drop of his blood. I moan as the liquid ecstasy enters my body, fuelling me. I feed until his body goes limp.
I collapse to the floor, still holding him, still feeding from him, gorging in pure gluttony.
“Prez,” Silas calls.
I growl at him as I continue to eat.
“Fuck, when was the last time you fed?” he asks, knowing it’s been a while and that I’ve been surviving on the bare minimum to get by. “You need to stop,” he says. “We need to clear up and get out.”
He crouches down to face me, my eyes hooded as Icontinue to drain every last drop of blood. I close my eyes and release my fangs from his neck, letting the body fall.
I tilt my head back, my chest heaving as I shut down the urge to continue to feed. I fight to get back control, to regain a hold on the feral desire to drink him dry.
I open my eyes again to see my brothers standing around me, watching, waiting.
“Burn it down,” I breathe.
A slow, menacing grin spreads across Silas’s face as he stands, holding out a hand to me. I take it and get to my feet, each one of us covered in blood.
“Well, you heard him. Let’s burn it,” he repeats my order.
I lift the hem of my T-shirt over my head, using the only clean spot of it to wipe any blood from my face before chucking it on the floor. I stand there bare-chested in my black jeans.
My brothers all do the same as they walk around, pouring spirits everywhere, covering the bodies and furniture.
I make my way to the door.
“Light it up!” I yell over my shoulder as I walk out.
Walking over to my bike, I swing a leg over it and sit, lighting a cigarette. I inhale as I wait for each of mybrothers to leave. One by one, they come out, plumes of smoke escaping the crack in the door as Silas is the last one out. He bends the metal handle, meaning it’ll take someone ramming the door to get in.
The rumble of our engines echoes off the city buildings.
“Let’s ride,” I say, leaving death and burning destruction in our wake.
CHAPTER SIX
EVELYNN
The feelingof satin sheets covering my body has me sighing as I snuggle further into the soft, comfortable bed.
