Vamp Huntress Hunted by Mariana Mendoza (best thriller books to read txt) 📖

english accent. I was a loser for english accent because that accent could make anything sound sexy.
“ No worries, Lestat, now that you’re here, we can finally begin.” he said.
Uh-oh, trouble in vampy paradise. I said nothing and kept my face passive. Lestat must of picket it up because his eyebrow went up slightly. I didn’t other aught it because it didn’t move much but I was a very good observer.
We moved into the next room, where the real council room was. There was a round table in the middle that took up about half the space of the room. It was made of glass, just in case of anything. All the leaders moved into position with the faery queen on the East and the wolves on the North and the sire in the West. Lestat was sat in the South, where the guests sat, which was farthest from the door.
“ So, there was some major news that you wanted to tell me, Nero?” he asked my boss.
“ Yes, There is. I have also made the meeting because the others have not heard yet.” he added.
“ Well, what are you waiting for?” Lyall, the wolf alpha said, a hint of a growl in his voice. I glared at his bodyguards, but it was more of a stare with a hint of a glare because I was trying to keep my face emotionless, something I had mastered since I was in middle school. The two keepers moved slightly, a little worried, trying not to look me in the eyes. I had always wondered why everyone was afraid of me when I was angry.
My sire was quiet for a moment, trying to get a growl out of the old wolf. I checked my mind, trying to see if he let his mind open for me. He did.
How many times have I told you that your shitty pauses doesn’t work on the wolf? Have I not told you that patience is something they have enough of to last them until they die.

Damn vampy bastard.
Fine, but we’re going to have a talk when we get back home.

I said nothing more which told him he had won. God, why was I so soft on him? He finally spoke.
“ The Ghost is back.” he said simply and loud for everyone to hear it. Everyone sat frozen in their places. I could hear the wolves little growls inside their throats and the faery arched both eyebrows up, which meant she was as surprised as everyone here. I looked toward Lestat stood a little stiffer than before. His face was mostly expressionless but even for a thousand year old vampy, he didn’t have the skills I had. His mouth was more tightly closed and a small twitch in his cheeks gave away his fury.
“ When did you find out?” he asked.
“ Yesterday” The boss said.
“ How many are dead from your clan?” he asked.
“ None, we hadn’t known the man which meant that either I have a roach infestation, which I highly doubt or I The Ghost brought it in when she came in, trying to tell us we’re her pray.”
“ Ha, I would never fall prey to this murderer.” Lupe, the alpha’s girl said.
“ My people will be warned although I highly doubt that she will try to mess with my people.” The seelie queen said.
“ I will put more of my keepers out in the street and caution my clan to not go out alone.” My sire said.
“ We’ll put more of my wolves out as well. If any information is found out, it must be also shared with the rest of us.” Lyall said.
“ Vey well, we’ll do the same but I will not guard anyone other than my people. Agreed?” she asked.
They all nodded. Lestat looked at my boss. “ Do you suppose it will be alright to share the information of the dead body with me and the council? Just to show the rest of how The Ghost works and what trails she leaves behind.”
Sire nodded and said to me, without looking up to me, “ Go get the files of him from the car. My apologies, I had forgotten that you all might need the information.” He said to the council.
Ouch. I knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to share information because, like the queen said, he didn’t care if their people died so he didn’t care if they knew how The Ghost killed.
I went up the stairs, through the club, and out the door. I began to walk to the car as fast as I could while trying to look human, which was as slow as a snail. There was no one around by the time I got to the sixth block. Everything was quiet. The area near fangs was surrounded by businesses and hotels. Everything was dark. The sixth block was where the bad part of down town was. I was still surprised that Fangs hadn’t been robbed once in the past ten years.
I got to car in vampire speed since no one was crazy enough to be out here at night. The car was slick black and had double tainted window, in case the sun ever caught the sire at dawn. I was about to open the door when I sensed something.
I, for some reason had the best senses in the clan, besides the sire. I always had and I probably guessed because I never owned anything above a hundred dollars, like an iPod until I had gone bitey.
I checked around for a second. There was nothing but something caught my eye. I looked into the car windows. And there, I saw a small shadow slipping towards me. It had stopped when I had paused. I couldn’t let the shadow know that I had spotted it, so I improvised.
“ What was I here for again? Oh, right. God, I’m such a klutz. Really, of all people, me a vampire who can’t even do anything right.” I muttered to myself. I faked taking out my keys out of my pockets and looked down at the locked car. I heard it make a move.
I dropped to the ground and slid aside as it pounced on the air I was in seconds before.
“ Sorry, kitten, but I’m way out of your league.” I whispered to it.
I could see the person better. The Ghost wore complete black. Black leather pants and jacket, black gloves and mask, and all. I wasn’t impressed. I would have thought that The Ghost would look better but than a normal looking thug. And then I saw it. The ghost was slender and thin with small muscles popping out of her jacket and almost invisible boobs that were so small I bet she could only use training bras. The Ghost was a female, which wasn’t shocking since I kind of knew she would be.
My realization only took half a second before The Ghost ran to me at full speed. She was slow, which was surprising. I would have thought she would be faster than a vampire. She had a knife out in a flash. She began to gain more momentum to hit me in head with her feet.
She had another thing coming. I had lived with a loser big brother who took up martial arts freshman year and tried to subconsciously kill me. I moved away from her foot, a few seconds before she could get her foot up. God, she was as slow.
I grabbed her foot and made her go airborne. I swirled her a few times and let her go. She crashed into the abandoned building. I ran to her, a second before she rose.
“ I’m surprised you killed so many with such slow reflexes.” I murmured to her.
She let out a gasp. She tried to push me and her wooden knife ended on my side. I didn’t hiss, trying to be as professional as a two years old baby vamp could.
I took the knife and threw it behind me. I heard it break.
“ You just made a big mistake.” I whispered to her and grabbed her. She slipped through my hands barely a millisecond too late. Boy, that Wooden knife was kicking in fast.
She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down. I bend down as much as I could. I placed one of my feet back and then used as much strength and momentum as I could to do a back flip. I was too tall to kick the girl in the face but I did take her neck and squeezed as hard as I could.
Pain shot up from my fingers. It dawned at me that she had a wooden necklace on her. But Even with that, I had still choked her. She let go of my hair and grabbed a weapon as fast as she could.
I grabbed her wrist and pushed her to a brick wall. She grunted, breath coming out of her fast. She kicked me on my stomach but I just grunted, not really letting myself loosen my grip.
“ God, you must of gotten the bitch virus when another bitch bit you in the ass, huh?” I asked her.
She said nothing, obviously.
I needed her alive, but my patience and my reason part of my brain were leaving me quickly. Was it the wooden knife? I didn’t know and right now, I didn’t care.
I squeezed as hard as I could, trying not to kill the girl.
She struggled, and tried to claw me to death. For once, I was glad I had long limbs because her claw looking fingernails weren’t even close to my face. She then tried to pull my grip out of her but that didn’t help much. I was determined and I knew that if I stopped, I wouldn’t be able to do it again.
Finally, the Ghost girl almost stopped until she reached into her pocket. I must have either been retarded or the knife had some shit in it because I did nothing. She got out something and began to spray me.
It was garlic and hawthorn wood mist. I hissed in pain as the mist touched my eyes and nose. How the hell did she do that? I slightly loosened her neck. She threw a kick at me and sliced another of my sides. I hissed again.
She then ran and left. I wanted to double over but I knew that wouldn’t help. I grabbed the broken knife that The Ghost left behind and placed it inside my waistband. I then took a lighter out of my pocket. Yes, I had a lighter. I only used it when I had to burn my blood. It was important because if I left it there, witches could use it and get a hold of me. I didn’t want that.
I walked slowly out of the building, pressing my hands to my sides to stop the bleeding. I wasn’t surprised that I even got inside it. How the hell did the bitch turn wood into mist? It smelled more like smoke rather than mist so I know that the mist wouldn’t damage me but just temporarily hurt me until me body healed itself. The healing for the mist would only take a few minutes, thank god.
As I got out of the building, I saw my sire walking to the car. He looked up at me and his face froze in surprise and