Chapter 142: Blood Lust
***Authers Note: I’m so sorry, I’ve been in a real low place, everything has been messy in my personal life, and I’ve found it harder to have it in me to write. But it’s mass release, and ya girl won’t fail you***
VIOLET’S POV:
"Take me to her." I ordered them. I could feel the change in the way I spoke; I sounded like myself, yet underneath there was this dangerous edge, like the edge of a knife.
The guards nodded, and sputtered "Ye... ye... yes... My Qu... Qu... Queen." Trembling and tense they looked almost compelled my me, but I hadn’t used my ability.
Did my voice carry that much weight now. Or did I use it without knowing it? Everything was different, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. I felt different, I just feel angry, and I only feel okay when I draw blood. I crave seeing it, I crave causing it, causing pain.
That she wolf was in for fate worse than death.
I looked over and saw the confliction in Ash’s eyes, he was in a place between shock and aroused. I could feel the conflict in him, the lust. And to be honest, the fact he wasn’t rejecting of this... this new version of myself, it excited me, my body responded to his arousal and to the blood on his face and body. I saw him streaked in red, it used to scare me. I hated conflicted.
But now the idea, I relished it.
Encouraged it.
I welcomed it, like it was an old friend.
There were bodies everywhere as we walked through the baseball field. Vampires were being dragged and carried away, being identified. Their wolves were left like trash.