Howl by Brieanna Boyce (chrome ebook reader txt) 📖

upset with Derek but then Derek broke off eye contact and looked to the other guys laughing.
“No it’s defiantly from a girl Jason and I picked up these two hot girls and had a little fun.”
Jason glared at Derek quickly handed me what I needed then whisked out of the room.
Meg raised an eyebrow, “What’s his problem?”
Derek scratched his head, “The kid’s just shy is all,” he left the room and followed after Jason.
Kale was distracted for a moment but then turned to me and Gerard. He looked over us icily his features emotionless; he looked at me and shook his head then walked out.
I pushed Gerard away, “I hope you’re happy,” I narrowed my eyes “you better keep your side of the bargain.”
Gerard rolled his eyes, “relax I will.” He then strolled out of the room nonchalantly as if he didn’t just jeopardize my relationship with the whole pack. I needed what he could give me though; freedom. My body was screaming for blood, my nose was picking up on the scents of blood; my ears were listening to the rhythmic beating of the hearts in their chests and the blood coursing through their veins.
I valued Kale and his friendship and I know dating Gerard was going to strain our friendship but I had to feed on blood and I couldn’t bear having them watch me drink blood. I sighed and started cooking to distract myself.
I set the table and put out dinner and when I turned to get napkins then looked back everyone was seated but It was strange only Kale was eating I sat down and ate. Meg glared at me and then Derek ate then Jason, Meg then Gerard. I watched confused, it was like their eating was synchronized. Even weirder was the eerie silence then everyone finished and headed off into their own directions. Gerard wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Come on babe lets go out.”
I sighed, “I need to do the dishes.”
Gerard was leading me towards the door, “I made you a promise.”
Meg ran up to him batting her eyelashes and twisting her hair “Can you bring me?”
Gerard shook his head, “I’m sorry,” then he took my arm and led me out; I smiled up at him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. He brought me into the car and drove me to a bar; he skipped the whole line and was aloud straight in no questions.
“How’d you do that? He didn’t even check our I.D’s!”
Gerard shrugged “We emanate power and grace it oozes out of our very pores,” he muttered under his breath, “They mistake that power for a vampires that and because we’re good looking.”
“Are all vampires good looking?”
Gerard nodded “It’s part of the change; I’ve never seen a bad looking vampire. We’ll continue this conversation later it isn’t safe here. I’m heading to the bar you call me when you’re done whatever your doing.”
I nodded and headed to an empty booth, the bartender looked at me and smiled “What would you like to drink here, the margaritas are amazing here.” The girl had brown tied back hair and wore a large amount of gray and black eye shadow with shimmering lip gloss. She smiled warmly; she was wearing a low cut black top that clearly showed off her curvaceous frame and she wore gotti jewelry.
I knew I looked young I usually didn’t even look my age, and yet people weren’t even asking me for an I.D. I smiled at the woman, “Jack Daniels, straight up please.”
“Wow,” the woman smiled, “and here I took you for a lightweight.” I scanned the bar, watching people sway drunkenly on the dance floor it made me laugh the thick mortality in the air. They didn’t realize how lucky they were they lived a life based off their whims, they all had their problems but here they were free.
I was stronger, faster; I had better senses than them, I was more aware of the world around me so you would think that I was better, happier. Truth was there were very few things I wished for more than to go back but I could never.
I closed my eyes and took a big gulp of air; I tasted the sweat, the hint of blood, but the most prominent the most bitter was the truth. As much as I may want to go back, to be human, to have my mother back, It won’t happen.
“Your whisky Ma’am,” A cheery, bright voice called.
I smiled and opened my eyes, “thank you,” I took the drink and had a good swig. I smiled as I felt the heat wash through my body, it was the closest thing to having warm blood although the taste was nowhere near as good, but it helped control my thirst.
I saw a boy approach the table I used my vampire sight and saw that the heart no longer beat, I returned my vision back to normal and smirked taking another swig of the whisky. The boy had blonde spiked hair and smooth pale skin. His eyes were dark, in fact so much so I couldn’t tell the pupil from the iris. He wore a tight white shirt to show off his sculpted muscles and a pair of designer jeans the boy looked like an aeropostal model.
“Hello there,” the boy purred in a husky voice.
I simply nodded and took another sip of whisky, he didn’t smell at all appetizing in fact he smelled like every other vampire. Every other vampire except one of course…
“What is your name?” the boy asked, he looked at me hungrily but was feigning innocence.
“You may call me Raven,” I answered curtly. The boy seemed extremely arrogant and haughty. Oh well his self- confidence made it easier for me, if he didn’t see me as a threat it would make him a much easier kill.
“My name is Pier,” the boy said grinning.
I didn’t much care what the boys name was I raised an eyebrow at him, when was he going to ask me to come home with him.
Pier seemed to have read my mind, “Well I am having an after party at my place tonight why don’t you join me?”
I let a slow smile spread over my face; I nodded and got up from my chair. Pier put down money on the table pressed me to his side and lead me out of the bar and into his car. He got in after me and put the keys in ignition but then stopped leaned over and began to kiss my neck. A shiver ran up my spine and my skin was screaming a silent protest. His lips moved against my skin as he spoke, “I do not know if I can wait.”
I whispered, “I feel the same but if we are going to do this I want it to be somewhere we can be alone.”
Pier nodded reluctantly and pulled out; he stopped in a parking lot right near a gas station. I smiled at my fortune he gracefully moved over to my seat then pulled the seat down he covered my body with his and moved against me. I felt unclean the only thing I wanted to do was to kill this bastard and take a shower. I kissed his neck and then sank my teeth deep into his Jugular, and in an instant I felt a flood of warmth explode into my mouth. He gasped and moaned in helplessness as I drank his blood in deeply and mercilessly, I then plunged my hand deep into his chest cavity.
I saw a flash of memories, meaningless really all except one. Her name was Madeline; Pier had grown up in the French countryside with her. They had a loving romance and one day got married however Pier was forced to leave her side he was being sent overseas to fight in the French and Indian war for the ownership of the new land.
They had a tearful goodbye and then he made his way. However, during one of the battles Pier was shot and nearly killed but a Native American whose name meant “Running water” changed him. He became murderous and blood- crazy slaughtering innocent people. He went back home and slaughtered his wife Madeline only after discovering she was with child.
I growled my distain and ripped the dead organ out of his chest I hissed into his ear “for Madeline and your unborn child.” I then grabbed a black sweatshirt that had been laying in the back put it on and shoved the heart in my pocket then walked into the gas station. I payed for a lighter and a gallon of gas then told the man behind the desk that there had been a group of kids behind it that looked like they were doing heavy drugs. The guy took the money then ran out to the back I went outside quickly dousing the car with gasoline then pulled Pier’s dead heart out of my pocket; I took a bite and then threw it in the car. I looked through the window and saw Pier his black eyes wide with horror, blood poured out of him and skin hung limply off of him. I then used the lighter and threw it on the car and ran away with inhuman speed. I heard the explosion but I didn’t dare look behind, metal and fire were surrounding me and the smell of burning flesh was pungent in the air.
I made my way back to the club; I stopped into a store nearby and went into the bathroom washing the sin away from my face. I didn’t dare look up at the mirror until I knew I had scrubbed every last remnant of my murderous act off of me. I watched as the blood circled the drain, once, twice. I then walked outside and called Gerard.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I said absently. My voice seemed faraway even to me.
“Are you alright?” I was surprised at the concerned tone in Gerard’s voice.
I sighed “I just need to take a shower.”
Gerard hung up and in no time he pulled up in front of me, and I got into the car without a word. Gerard looked at me with a raised eyebrow for a moment but didn’t utter any of his thoughts aloud. Silence took over the car and I didn’t mind, I don’t think either of us did. I looked out of the window and just looked. My mind hummed absently and I didn’t bother thinking, I no longer wanted to think, it seemed that the more I learned the less happy I was. So I just let my mind glide never landing on one thought.
It seemed that all too soon we were back at the apartment and I found myself sighing and reluctantly getting out of the car.
“Thank you Gerard.”
He nodded absently and locked his car then proceeded inside, with me following in toe. I quickly slipped by him into the apartment, grabbed a towel and ran into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and slowly peeled off my clothes, the blood caused them to stick to me like a second skin. The steam was filling the room quickly hazing the mirrors and causing water to condense on some of the other objects in the room. The steam seemed to fog my brain as well because no coherent thought was capable of forming and my body; which I hadn’t realized was rigid went pliant. I let my clothes slither off my body and pool around my feet, I then kicked them aside stepping into the shower.
The hot water seared my flesh but I bit my lip and threw myself under the