Blood Dripping Fingertips by Meghan Escott (best ereader for pdf and epub .txt) 📖

this, he had worked out what I needed and bent his neck down to me and before I could reason with him and myself, I bit him again and sucked more of his blood.
The more I had, the better I felt and as the blood started burning the inside of my throat I knew that was it. My life as a human was over and I was a true vampire. At that thought I had to stop even though my brain wanted more. I couldn’t be doing this to Tom or anyone. I just couldn’t be a vampire no matter how much blood I had,
“Why are you stopping babe?” Tom said to me as I started to pull back from his neck. His voice was low and sexy and was drawing me back to him and his blood.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be this. Why me?” I said to him over my shoulder as I walked away from him. I collapsed on my bed again and started crying and clawing at my cheek trying to get the tattoo off. I didn’t care that I drew blood and I didn’t care that I was in excruciating pain. I just didn’t want to have it any more
“Lucy. Lucy stop, you're going to hurt yourself real bad. Please stop Lucy.” Tom said gripping my hands and pulling them away from my face. He started rubbing one of my fingers across the bite mark in his neck and I knew that that bite would leave a mark on his neck and he would be marked for life at my hand.
He got a tissue out of my drawer and pressed it against my cheek to stop the blood flow. He then picked up one of my fingers and rubbed it against my cheek to heal the wounds I had made with my extra sharp fingernails. He did this as I continued crying.
He kept on saying words of comfort that I didn’t want. I didn’t want sympathy or empathy; I just wanted to be human and normal again. I wanted to go to school like normal and be hit every day by my mother. I didn’t want to be a vampire and I would do everything in my power to become human again.


Chapter Three

I didn’t get hit by my mother that night. I missed getting hit in the basement corner by my mother. I asked her to hit me and that’s how desperate I was to go back normal. I begged her and pleaded with her to hit me on the same cheek over and over again but she refused and said it would ruin my new mark.
Tom came over after school, which I didn’t have to attend any more. He was still very concerned for me because he could probably see the scars on my arms and my face. I had been clawing at my cheek again after he had gone and didn’t bother to heal them. I just left them to heal on their own. I’d done the same things to my arms and legs but I was clever enough to wear trousers that day.
“You need to stop scratching your face, Lucy. You’ll ruin it and it’s even more beautiful now you have that mark on your cheek. Please. I know you don’t want it there but you have to stop. There is nothing you can do about it.” Tom said as soon as we entered my bedroom. I could see in his body language that he wanted to ask me something that I wouldn’t like.
“I can do what I like to my face Tom and when did you get all expert on vampires?” I nearly shouted back at him. I could do what I wanted with my life and nothing anyone says is going to change that.
“The Turner. He came to school today. He said he wanted to talk to you. I didn’t know what to do so I asked him some questions and he gave me answers. He really wanted to talk to you and I said I would ask you. I don’t know why I said that, I hate him.” Tom said to answer my question. I could tell that wasn’t what he had come to ask.
“What do you want to ask me Tom? I know your body language, you want to ask me something but you’re not sure whether I’ll answer. Just ask me Tom.” I said, looking straight into his eyes so he knew I meant it. He looked away from me and said something that I was so shocked about that I had to sit on my bed.
“Will you have more of my blood?”
I couldn’t believe that he had said the words that I was dreading him say. As I was sitting on the bed, he came over to me and showed me the mark I had given him the day before. It was red and looked very sore. He then looked into my eyes and sat down next to me, never taking his eyes off mine.
He leaned into me and kissed my mark and then kissed down my neck to my shoulder. I shivered at the sensation it gave me. We had never been so intimate and in love before, but it felt amazing. He worked his way back up my neck and onto my mark again. He drew back and lingered for a moment. Thinking. He leaned into my ear so he could whisper something to me.
“I can help you Lucy. Together we can get through this. Let me help by giving you my blood. Let me help you.” Tom said in a whisper. He then drew back from me and took out his phone. He scrolled a list and then he turned the screen towards me. He was on his Phone book and he had selected ‘The Turner’ and his number was on the screen.
“Let me help you by calling The Turner. He will help you with all this new stuff and I will never leave your side. I love you but you need him to help. He said new vamps don’t survive the first three days without him. I don’t want you to die.” He then pressed send on his phone and before I could do anything about it, the message was gone and he had entrusted me to The Turner.
After Tom had sent the message I shouted and screamed at him. I didn’t want to see any vampires, especially the one that had turned me in the first place. Tom tried to calm me down but after about five minutes he gave up and just hugged me while I resumed my crying. He then started kissing up and down my neck again and that calmed me down. I loved the sensation that that gave me.
“You never answered my babe. Will you have more my blood?” he said after pulling back from me. I couldn’t answer that question out loud so I just nodded. He smiled a wide smile and then leaned back on my bed so his head was on my pillow. I stayed still where I was not believing what I was about to do.
I started to climb over my bed and over Tom but he sat up and grabbed my waist and before I knew it, I was on top of him with my face looking down at his. He let go of my waist and cupped my cheeks in his hands. His hands were warm against my cheeks and I could instantly hear his heart beating. I pressed my ear against his chest to make the sound louder.
I wriggled my way back up to Tom and looked down into his eyes. His hands cupping my face. He slowly lowered it down to his lips giving me time to back out if I wanted. We had been together for the past three years but things had not been normal since he found out about my mum’s condition and what she was doing to me. This was probably the first time we had kissed properly for months and months.
As my lips touched his, it was like nothing had changed. My mother wasn’t hitting me, I wasn’t a vampire and Tom was the love of my life. Our bodies fitted together perfectly and as I kissed Tom back we both felt a sensation neither of us had experienced before. We both shivered at the same time as something cold had just gone down our backs. I tried to pull away from him but he had moved his hands from my face to my waist without me knowing and he was pressing me against him and I knew that he wouldn’t let go until he got what he wanted.
“Bite me.” Tom said in that low and husky voice. After the twinge of the kiss it didn’t feel wrong to be doing this. It felt normal to biting my boyfriend. I leaned into his neck and kissed it where I had marked him. He shuddered under me but didn’t tell me to stop so I didn’t.
I bit him, hard on the neck. He gasped as I began to suck his blood and the unimaginable taste, once again, exploded in my mouth. The more I had, the more it healed me. Tom was gasping and moaning underneath me and he leaned into my ear and whispered.
“I love you. Stop please.” He whispered trying not to moan in my ear. After he said that, I pulled away from his neck and began to rub my finger over the bite. After the wound had healed, I bent over him and kissed him. He hadn’t seen this coming but once he had got over the surprise, he relaxed against me and got into a good rhythm with his tongue.
After we concluded our snogging, we realized that Tom’s phone was going off and we both knew it was The Turner. He had said he would be here in 10 minutes and he had not disappointed. Precisely 10 minutes after he had sent the text there was a knock on the door.
My mum had answered it and recognised the man because otherwise she would never have let him in and let him upstairs into my room. She knocked on the door of my room and opened it slightly so we could hear her.
“Someone’s here to see you darling. I know you will recognise him.” My mother said in her sweet voice. She opened the door and in came The Turner. He was staring straight at me and I could hear him even though he wasn’t talking.
Hi Lucy. If you can hear this, don’t be alarmed and don’t say anything to Tom. I will help you once he has gone. Ask him to leave for a couple of minutes when I say so and I will explain.
“Thank you for coming. I did what you asked me to do. Please help her.” Tom said to The Turner walking up to me and holding