Free Web NovelChapter 100: Bloodthirsty II
The second time I woke up, I found myself on a softer palette. Someone had managed to scrounge up a thin sleeping mat for me so I didn’t have to lay on the cold floor, but I still felt colder than usual.
Then I remembered what I went through before I passed out. No wonder I was cold. I had lost quite a lot of blood indeed. Thankfully, this time I was left completely alone. They probably thought I wasn’t a threat in my weakened state.
And they were technically right. I wasn’t a threat, but then I refused to remain a sitting duck. I rolled myself off the palette and took a better look at the tiny cave I was in. It was a smaller one than the one they originally put me in, and the walls of the cave were a brighter, glittering silver, but I scoured the ground for a sharp enough rock that I could use to hopefully weaken the tied chains.
Thankfully, I managed to find a small piece of sharp rock. I wriggled until I could grab it with my fingers, and then tried to use it to strike at the chains. The chances of me escaping like this were low, but never zero. The tiny cave reverberated with clanging noises as I tried to free myself.
"Please stop this infernal racket, it’s hurting my ears," Petral said, entering the cave.
I froze with surprise. Fuck, I had been found out already. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"If you’re not going to remain quiet, I’m going to get the rest of the colony to shut you up."
"Well, you could let me go?" I couldn’t help but reply. "I haven’t even gone to piss."
"I gave you this tiny bedding, what more do you want?" Petral asked, shaking his head. "Humans are always so greedy for more."
"You’re the greedy one! You drank so much blood from me and I’m still feeling giddy," I protested hotly, trying to make him feel some semblance of guilt. "And you’re not even feeding me or giving me water! Do you think I’m a supernatural being like you?"
"You’re definitely no ordinary human," Petral insisted, looming over me. He grabbed my cheeks with one large hand and made me face him. I stared into his bright red eyes, a change from his previous non-assuming gray color, possibly due to ingesting my blood.
"Your blood is too exquisite. I’ve devoured the blood of hundreds if not thousands, yet there’s no one who has blood like yours. Why, I feel like I can topple mountains. The rumors were true."
"What rumors?" I asked curiously.
"Poor dear, you haven’t heard? You’re an utter anomaly in this world― the news has spread, the poor human with two fated mates. One doesn’t know if you’re blessed or cursed, but your body and spirit must be one of a kind. And now I’ve got proof beyond my wildest dreams."
To prove his point, he easily brushed his hand against the cave wall and flicked his fingers. An entire segment of it fell away, revealing brighter silver ores deep down.
Fuck. If he attacked me with his current strength, I would be nothing but a smear on the floor. I had to find another way to stall, to buy time for Damon and Blaise to find me.
"All the more you should be treating me well then," I exclaimed. "If my blood is as rare as you claim it to be, you should be keeping me healthy at the very least. How can you not give me any food or drink after you and your sister took so much from me? At this rate, I won’t even last the week, and you’ll never meet anyone with my blood again."
Petral paused, considering my words. I could see the gears turning in his head. As if to sell the tale, I coughed weakly, shivering in my bonds. Finally, he relented.
"I’ll get you something to eat and drink. Try to escape, and we’ll drain you dry," he threatened.
I merely blinked tiredly at him, purposely wriggling sadly to show how helpless I was.
Satisfied with my compliance and uselessness, he turned away.
"You have to protect me from other vampires too, including your sister," I added quickly, just before he left. "If she, or anyone else, drains me dry, you’ll have nothing left."
A muscle jumped in Petral’s jaw, but he nodded, finally leaving me alone.
Now, I simply had to wait.
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[Third POV]
"The trail ends here," Blaise noted, anger coloring his voice. Meanwhile, Damon cursed under his breath. "They must have used scent-blockers to throw us off."
Blaise’s heart had nearly stopped when he ran back towards their base and saw his cabin lying in ruins.
A quick frantic dig through the rubble had shown no signs of Harper’s blood, so clearly she must have been smart enough to avoid the destruction. Knowing Harper, she would have run straight into the woods for cover.
Blaise and Damon followed the path led by Harper’s scent all the way to a tree, where it simply vanished. They took a quick climb, and while Harper’s scent was all over the branches, there was no sign of her on the tree.
"Those bloodsuckers clearly came prepared," Damon growled out, upset. Blaise nodded grimly, his failure to protect Harper ate at him like a parasite. He knew they took her as bait, but what else could they do but follow?
Both of them realized too late that the main goal of the vampire ambush wasn’t to kill them, even if they made very serious attempts at doing so. Those vampires that attacked weren’t thoroughly skilled enough to contend with him and Damon’s combined prowess; Blaise would hazard a guess that they were mere cannon fodder, probably newly created vampire fledglings that believed their new powers made them invincible.
Whoever was in charge was cruel enough to send them to their deaths, as a distraction tactic. Their main goal was snatching Harper right under everyone’s noses when they were all preoccupied with fighting those immature bloodsuckers.
Blaise was not proud to note that he had also fallen for it, choosing to satiate his need for bloodlust over checking on Harper. He and Damon started a brief tally of vampires they killed, and they eagerly competed with each other.
By the time they realized that they had gone too far from camp and ran back, Harper was long gone, snatched away from beneath their noses.
"Where would you go, if you were a vampire colony ready to ambush powerful werewolves?" Blaise asked, gazing up into the distance as he tried to recall the most noteworthy landmarks around their territories.
The woods were simply too favorable to werewolves. There were also mountain gorges that favored the vampires in flight, but Harper’s scent would be easily carried by the wind.
Then, Blaise’s eyes brightened. freewebnovel.cσ๓
"I got it," Blaise said, gripping his brother’s arm. "They’ve taken her to the silver mines."
"Blaise, I can answer your earlier question." An animalistic glow entered Damon’s eyes, bright with delight at the thrill of a hunt. "The vampire colony is going straight to hell."
