Vampire King’s Little Killer

Bucket list /noun

: a list of things that one has not done before but wants to do before dying

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Who the hell walks around the forest trail in the dark, with his son, and his guard? Apparently, it was Nero. And why would he need a guard? He said that he was a vampire, why did he need a guard? I thought vampires have cool abilities. Surely they can kill or is their power only in their kiss?

Argh, I shouldn’t even be thinking about him, about the kiss that leads to the mind-blowing orgasm, or in my case last night’s orgasms. I took a deep breath and calm myself down. I have my issues to deal with. Three days had passed and I was nowhere near finding out who wanted me dead.

I’ve spent most of my morning looking at the wall, browsing on my laptop, and my black book, and had managed to make more possibilities than narrowing down the list of suspects. I hate being surprised by impending death, I hate being timed. Three fucking months. I had started thinking that someone was messing with me, that this was all a big joke. Maybe someone was trying to scare me, moved me out of the city, someone might do this to go after my job. Yep, I adding that too on my wall. Goddamn it, by the end of the month I’ll be filling these walls rather than clearing them. Ugh, I might even need the buy post-it in bulk.

It was dark when I groggily get out of bed, I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep throughout the day. My stomach growled from hunger and I was walking towards the small kitchen when the ninja vampire almost gave me a heart attack.

“Nero! are you sure you’re not the one who is trying to kill me? My heart can only take so much, and not when I have my upset stomach to feed.”

The man, or should I say the vampire… yeah, let me be racist just for a moment, I was feeling hungry after all. Goddamn, he’s one fine-looking vampire, he has perfect skin too. I shook my head when he smirked, obviously noticing that I was practically gawking at him. Shaking my head, I decided to continue my chore of making dinner when he told me that he was checking up on me. I pulled yesterday’s rabbit stew from the fridge and heated it in the microwave.

“How are you feeling today?”

“Hungry, tired, mostly annoyed that I’m nowhere near finding out who wants me dead. Oh, and I’m hoping to feel horny later after dinner.” I decided to push my luck, hell, I need some distraction in my days as a runaway, maybe getting bitten and dicked down by a vampire will loosen my mind and make me think sharper.

Yep, definitely worth a try.

It was an excuse, a shockingly good one I just conjure in the spur of the moment. And I could see why, I was convinced that my subconscious mind is doing better than my conscious one. If there was such a competition. Ok, damn… I was getting sidetracked, all while Nero was still watching me with an amusement twinkling in his eyes. Ugh, he even has the prettiest eyes I’ve seen in men.

“I can help you with the last one, why don’t you finish dinner, I fed already.” He winked and I could swear my knees went weak.

I took my seat on the stool by the small kitchen island and start eating, all while watching him and pondering his words. He fed, already… hmm, did that mean he killed humans, drank their blood, and went straight to my rented cabin in the woods?

And as if he could read my mind, wait maybe he can… I squinted my eyes at him but got nothing. So, while I was still questioning his abilities and eating my stew, he said, “We can’t read minds, but after living for hundreds of years we came very good at reading body language, and gestures and yours practically begging me to repeat what happened between us last night.” He said smugly, and I know I was busted when heat crept up my neck, straight to my cheeks. I could blame it on the rabbit stew, but I was never a good cook, the stew was bland, and there was no heat or any spicy ingredients in it.

“Drink,” he refilled my glass with iced tea from the jug resting on the kitchen countertop. And just like a good sub I took the glass and drink it. Okay… maybe this was another thing vampires can do.

“Compulsion, yes, it’s something we can do, though I find myself rarely needing to use it.” His tone was cocky and I know why, with his self-esteem, I’d imagine he would make women do things they’re already eager to do.

His hand caressed my cheek and I languidly leaned into it, as if earning his affection was high on my list. But there was something about him that made me want to gain his attention, his tenderness. Damn… maybe it’s the humidity, the mountain air, or something… Um, maybe it was the stress that was catching up to me.

“How’s the progress with your wall?”

“My wall,” I smiled and frowned at the same time, thinking of the wall as my wall of failure. I’ve never been in such a dead end in my entire life, it was frustrating the hell out of me.

“It’s going nowhere, branching out like crazy and now I’m making a bucket list.” Yep, minutes before I tapped out I made a bucket list to take my mind off the wall that kept on taunting me.

“Bucket list?”

“Yep, from tacos, riding the boring carousell to movie nights and glamping, all the cheesy stuff I’ve never done since my work kept me busy.”

Nero watched me, he looked amused once again, his expression soften and it made me want to melt into his arms. As I said, cheesy, I was feeling cheesy. Yep, it’s the humidity, I was truly convinced.

“How long are you planning to stay here?”

“A couple of weeks, I need to get out of the city.”

“Why?”

“It’s safer here, I guess.” I was not sure, “My apartment was broken into, and I don’t feel like sleeping with one eye open.”

“You can stay at mine,”

The offer came unexpectedly, it was too sudden, right? But he offered it easily like he had known me for months. I was still not sure that he did not intend to kill me, hell, maybe he was going to do so and all of this was just one of his mind games. Damn, okay… maybe I’ve been reading too many thrillers.

“Uh… I’ll think about it.”

“I’m not your threat, you know that right? I could kill you right now if I wanted to.”

“I know. But the note said three months,” I shrugged, and the vampire laugh. Oh, God… even this laughter was too sexy for the humidity.

“Pack your stuff, Aldrich will move them to my apartment and you can have your wall there and we can start crossing your bucket list.”

That was all he said before he pulled me from the stool and put his hands on my butt, squeezes them, and gave me the most erotic kiss.

Fucked, I was so going to move in with this seductive ancient vampire. Doesn’t matter how strong my brain kept on warning me of the red flags, but I was too much in lust to care.

Lust… so much in lust.