Howl by Brieanna Boyce (chrome ebook reader txt) 📖

Joan Rivers look like a natural beauty and her eyebrows were tweezed so that she looked frightened and her beautiful red designer dress hung limply over her unnaturally skinny body.
“This is-,” but the door opened on the highest floor I took the boys hand and quickly lead him out. I was sick of these side conversations and distractions I had to remind myself to be more patient.
“What was that about?” He kept his voice and expression neutral but I could tell that he was angry because his hands were fists and his knuckles were turning white.
I looked down trying my best to look ashamed “I have claustrophobia,” it wasn’t true but it was the only excuse I could come up with.
He rolled his eyes took my hand and dragged me to his penthouse it had an amazing view you could see the whole city but I hardly got to see it because he threw me onto the couch then sat next to me.
“It’s such a shame I thought you… you seemed different but now I see that you’re just as cowardly and pathetic as an animal, as the rest of them.”
“…Lets play a game.”
His mood seemed to lighten a little “What kind of game?”
I took out two sets of handcuffs and fastened him to the catch then sat on his lap kissing him roughly and undoing his shirt. He tasted terrible and his smell was actually giving me a migraine but I focused because it wouldn’t be much longer not for him anyway.
“Your neck,” he groaned “let me… kiss your neck.”
I shook my head smiling and kissed down his neck he had no pulse or heart beat but yet his blood beckoned me. My incisors were aching and I could feel them cutting into my lip and with no more hesitations or distractions I finally sank my teeth into his neck. I hardly heard him groan, I was distracted by my own pleasure I felt the rush of the intoxicating liquid I could taste his age his blood seemed to be more refined by each passing year like wine. Suddenly, I saw the boy more flawed it looked like he was in the 1800’s his home had been raided by a rogue vampire that killed his whole family but let him live. I saw the terrible things he had to go through to learn to be a vampire and the blistering anger he had once felt for that vampire however when it came back the boy moaning in my arms gave in for power, for greed, and for lust. I was disgusted and clamped my teeth tighter on his neck as a lioness does to her pray I heard a low growl emanate from my body. I felt the boy wriggle underneath my arms.
“You- You’re drinking too much my love.” The voice said shaking with naked fear.
I felt my nails grow into razor- like claws and I pierced them slowly through his skin I raised my head up and smiled feeling blood drip through my teeth and down my chin.
“But I have just started,” I snarled, “Maybe you should stop killing, apologize to your god, hope he shows you mercy but I won’t.”
He tried to go free but I tore the muscles in his arm so that he couldn’t move his arms to break the handcuffs. He closed his eyes and sat still then he ripped off the cuffs (I guess he was stronger than I thought) he stood up which landed me on the glass coffee table that broke underneath me. I felt shards pierce my flesh especially one in my abdomen I pulled it out and stood up.
“Change Skylar I can kill him,” the she wolf said in my head.
I knew that if I changed I could kill him but for some reason my conscious was telling me that changing wasn’t a good idea; though at this point my head’s split up in so many ways I wasn’t sure what I was anymore I got to my feet wobbling due to the blood loss.
He tackled me and grabbed me by the hair dragging me over to the large glass window; I knew he wanted to throw me out the 20 story window (which took up a whole wall) to what would most certainly be my death. I felt my heart pulse faster; I couldn’t die I’d worked too hard to stay alive. I smashed the hand that was entangled in my hair against my own head so that the boy’s knuckles would break. He shouted in pain and released me in instinct. However he quickly regained himself and lunged at me; I ducked, turned and grabbed a shard of glass stabbing him repeatedly as his fangs plunged deep into my arm and his hand was aimed at my chest to rip out my beating heart. I quickly reached out and took his wrist, turning it until I heard the satisfying snap of his bones. Then, finally I let my nails slowly turn into my wolf claws I engulfed those knife like claws deep into his chest cavity then like a thief trying to get a jewel behind a glass container I slowly rotated my hand so that I left a gaping hole then I ripped the heart out of his chest. For a moment he stared at me in shock as if I’d simply done something surprising and not something as horrifying as rip his heart out of his chest.
The warm liquid trailed down my arm and the boy’s body collapsed onto the ground I casually bit into his heart feeling the warm rush of blood into my mouth and feeling the valves still trying to work and the desperate beating of the heart in my hand. I then looked down at his body wondering what to do with it suddenly I saw the body shrivel and dry like a raisin before my very eyes. At that moment I had decided what to do, I rummaged through his pockets and pulled out his room card then took his wallet then I took pieces of his body and snapped them like twigs I got a garbage bag and threw his body in there then found a lighter and put in my pocket. I set the bag aside and cleaned the apartment spotless with bleach then when I heard a knock on the door I cleaned up the blood on me took off my mini skirt and went into the boy’s room putting on one of his tee shirts and sweat pants then answered the door as charmingly as possible.
“Hello?” I said smiling.
The hotel employee blinked “There’ve been some complaints about noise.”
“Oh my gosh,” I turned my head away and covered it just to add to the act “I am so embarrassed it’s just sometimes we like to role-play.” I whispered “role- play” like it was a dirty word.
“Well do you happen to know where Antonio Philippe is?”
So that was his name it was so hard to believe that the vampire “Antonio” was Hispanic due to the fact his skin was so pale that would explain the hint of an accent.
“No,” I pouted “he promised me he’d be back shortly though.”
The hotel employee looked at me sympathetically which did give me a guilty twinge.
“Alright ma’am we’ll check in on him to see if he’s here.”
“Okay,” I said smiling enthusiastically. “I’ll leave shortly I just need to take out the trash and shower.”
“I can take out the trash for you.”
“No,” I said surprised at how nonchalant I sounded despite the fact I had just murdered someone. “I need an excuse to go outside and I smoke,” I said confirming it by taking out a lighter.
The man nodded and closed the door I smiled enthusiastically a rush of adrenaline caused by my getting away with breaking a law, I would never murder a normal person vampires were cold blooded murderers and since I needed blood feeding on them was the only way it wouldn’t eat away at my conscious. I grabbed the trash bag and brought it to the lobby then outside and into a trash barrel I then lit the trash bag on fire whistling over some hobos who were freezing in this chilly weather. Which reminded me of how cold it was I was wearing just a shirt and some sweats, I figured that was a bold move in high society New York City but I didn’t much care I then split all the money in the wallet between each hobo and hurried inside.
When I went inside I decided to go the less suspicious back way then, peeled my clothes off and hopped into the shower. I felt the tension ease out of my body as the steam rose into the air. I took my time washing the blood out of my wounds and my hair I saw the blood stream down my body and collect at my feet then disappear into the drain. Then walked out grabbing my bloody clothes and shoving them into another garbage bag I looked around the apartment went into his closet and found a forest green designer gown. It was the only article of woman’s clothing. I threw off my boots and shoved it in the trash bag with my clothes (those high heels were killing me.)
I climbed out to the back where I happily discovered a fire escape which was unoccupied, looking around the whole time I descended cautiously, quickly, and silently down. Finally I felt the cool, hard pavement make contact with my feet and knew that I was almost done. All I had to do was get home, if I could remember where home was.
I looked around the city bewildered and a little nervous; this city was so big I doubted I could ever find my way back. I took a deep calming breath it was an apartment building in the Bronx I knew that much. I remember seeing a K on a sign nearby, K-mart? Kats? I looked up at a Burger King sign, King… Kingston apartments! That was the name of the apartment building I had never been so thankful of fast food in my life. I waved my hands trying to whistle over a cab but it was no use, no one came.
“Need a lift?”
I turned and saw an average looking boy he looked about twenty maybe nineteen and he had zits and discoloration on his face, he had blue eyes nothing fancy just regular blue and messy long hair wearing jeans and a raggedy tee shirt he was so normal I could’ve kissed him he was so average it made me smile.
“Yes please!”
The boy chuckled at me “Rough night?”
I smiled and shook my head “I’ve had worse.”
The boy smelled like sweat and cigarettes a smell of an average teenager, he posed no threat was not some imaginary nightmare come to life, just an average boy he invited me into his car a rundown car. I hugged it happily.
“I know it’s a crappy car,” the boy scratched the back of his head smiling sheepishly.
I grinned enthusiastically “No it’s great! Thank you so much!”
The boy chuckled and opened the car door for me I don’t even care if it was just because he wanted me it was still somehow the way it should be. I got into the car.
“Thank you.”
The boy closed my car door and walked over to his side putting the keys into the ignition then pulling the car out of park. He backed up and turned smiling he went through channels on the radio then sang goofily to Brittany Spears, I laughed happily. Then I remembered Kale and how he’d been a lot like this