Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

“There it is,” I thought as I saw the disdain hidden behind Marcella’s flirty expression. “The born blame the turned for diluting the magic of the vampire race.”

“You can’t really continue a race with such a small gene pool,” I replied. Based on the way Marcella rolled her eyes, it was probably the same argument the vampire moderates used on this issue.

“Enough about us,” she snapped, and showed a little fang. “I’m here to talk about you.”

“Me, I’m nobody,” I shrugged as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “Just a normal human.”

If she looked down on turned vamps, she sure as shit looked down on humans. They would be nothing but intelligent food to her. Instead, she smiled and made a tsk-tsk sound as she waved her finger back and forth.

“You’re far from a normal human, Cameron Dupree,” she studied me closely, and my reptilian hindbrain told me to get the fuck out of there. “I’m going to tell you a secret,” she blurred and was standing next to me before I could react. She was a hell of a lot faster than Caroline, and I was sure she could hear my heart going apeshit. “I’m a vampire elder, but I don’t belong to this coven.”

“What?” I didn’t like where this was going.

“I was sent here by Ms. Venitas years ago to study under Evelyn. She’s the most respected elder on this side of the Rockies, but she doesn’t allow anyone to learn from her that isn’t in her coven. So, here I am, stuck in Reno for another few years,” she spoke about Reno the same way Dani did. “Make no mistake, my loyalties are to the cabal, not Evelyn,” she continued. “And I have my orders to check you out.”

“Check me out?” I gulped. “If you have any questions; Dani, Xamira, and Lilith have all the answers. The cabal has a sample from me. They did a bunch of science stuff to it. I can’t tell you anything more than what the cabal already knows.”

“We’ll see about that,” she circled me like a lioness cornering a wildebeest in the Serengeti. “No one can tell more about a person’s blood than a vampire elder.”

I felt magic begin to flood into the room so quickly I dissolved into an uncontrollable sneezing fit. This wasn’t the springtime fragrance from the turning. It was harsh and spicey. It made my eyes water, and my sinuses rebel.

“What . . .?” I began, and then I met her eyes.

They were an endless abyss of sapphire, and I fell right in. I fell and fell and fell. It wasn’t like the mindfuck Amanda gave me when she Anima whammied me back at St. Vincent’s. This was pleasant by comparison. After a few moments, I floated back down to the metaphysical earth, and the world stopped spinning.

I gave a mental sigh, and tried to focus my attention on whatever the hell Marcella was doing. “What the fuck?” my eyes didn’t respond. They just stared straight ahead. “Shit . . . shit . . . shit,” I tried all my other body parts, but nothing obeyed my brain’s commands.

I wasn’t in the driver’s seat of my own body anymore. Whatever the vamp had done, she’d locked me in the trunk. Fear seeped into my blood as I tried, and failed, to call for help.

“Shhh,” Marcella came back into my field of vision and placed a finger to my immobile lips. “Everything is going to be just fine. You are in no danger,” she cooed, and if I wasn’t freaking the fuck out, I would have believed her. “Let’s see what we’re working with,” she easily picked me up and walked through an open door to the bedroom.

She plopped me on the edge of the bed, and despite not being able to fart if I wanted to, my body sat perfectly still where she placed me. “I’m still breathing, my hearts still beating . . .” I went through a mental checklist to ensure the vamp magic wasn’t killing me. Whatever had happened, all my involuntary bodily functions seemed to work just fine.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, Makaylah’s voice reminded me what was happening. It had been sophomore year, and I’d been walking to class one day with my friend, talking about vamp abilities, when she mentioned that elders could bespell people. She described it as totally taking away your moral right of free will. She was pretty pissed that any of her species could do it at all. She threw around the term “total violation” a lot, but I couldn’t remember anything else she’d said, or more importantly, how to break the spell.

“Yes,” my mind snapped back to the present as Marcella finished pulling off my pants.

Whatever she was doing, it left my dick out of my control. Normally, when a hottie takes off my boxers, I’m ready to go. Now, my cock was completely flaccid as she grabbed it in her hand and started stroking.

“This will do,” she played with my schlong for a bit, before her eyes migrated to my inner thigh. “Most vampires have a preference,” she seemed to be talking more to herself than me. “Everyone thinks we go for the carotid. It’s true that’s the easiest to get to, but I find the blood is much sweeter down here,” she caressed my inner thigh where my femoral pulsed beneath my skin.

“Oh shit,” I figured out what was going to happen a second before she struck.

Like a cobra, her fangs extended and she dug them into my leg. I gave a mental cry that never made it to my lips, but the pain only lasted a moment. A cool, numbing sensation replaced it, and then a few seconds later, warmth flooded my body.

“Aah,” I would have dissolved into a