The blood on his hands was trickling to the ground. But James didn't realize his eyes were on the woman and was trying to figure out her identity.
Who is she?
He kept pondering the question in his mind.
The woman had crimson eyes which told him. A vampire. But what is a vampire doing in a werewolf's kingdom? He felt a sharp wariness tingling through his skin, and the woman stopped next to him, "Hmm, you smell really good."
The woman glanced at his hand, the part that was bleeding out. She asked with a faint smile, "Who are you? You look familiar."
James found the woman to be strange and didn't want to give her any personal information about himself. He had few people wanting something from him, but nothing pleasant.
"Unless you're here to pull weeds, I'd suggest leaving before the thorns get curious."
A flash of spark appeared in the woman's eyes, and she asked, "Why should I leave?"
James scoffed in a mocking voice, "You're not supposed to be here."
The woman tilted her head, her red eyes bright as blood, "How'd you know that?"
James smiled coldly, "I work here. I've never seen you before."
The woman grinned and placed her hands on my muscled-filled chest with boldness, making me shiver. I pushed her away gently, her movement only putting me on guard. The woman looked at me with a faint curiosity in her eyes which I didn't like.
Curiosity means pain or worse.
I requested in a sharp voice, "Please leave."
The woman's hands were cold. I felt confused. What was a vampire doing here? And some of the people's voices came back to me…
If I remember right, they were having an event about a peace treaty between vampires and werewolves. I only felt more cautious. Why was she here alone by herself?
I asked, "Ma'am, what are you doing here?"
Her sigh was quiet, but her face was a masterpiece like it was carved by the gods, every line honed like a blade.
"I was bored. All they do is just talk and talk, nearly boring me to death."
I laughed, my voice turning lighter and a tinge of mocking. "Let me guess, you escaped the party? Aren't you guys supposed to be loyal to your queen or something like that?"
The woman's red eyes glinted like a sharp dagger sending a warning bell through my system. "Yeah, something like that, but she'd had many people with her. She won't notice I'm missing."
I laughed. I will admit she's funny, but she's really not supposed to be here. But somewhere deep within, it was nice to talk to someone who treated me normally like I wasn't someone beneath their shoes.
James lifted his brow, "Alright, I can show you around the garden for a bit, but afterward, you need to leave."
The woman faintly smiled, her red eyes glowing like a predator. "Yeah, I like that."
I carefully directed her away from the thorny bush and we walked down a long path that led to more trees and flowers that women like her might like. Beautiful scenes and more. But the strange thing was, the woman kept glancing at me like I was more interesting than the garden. But her red eyes kept turning to my hands.
It wasn't an expression of concern, but a glance of hunger. Like a beast chained in a human form.
She smiled every time I spoke, but I was only able to grab her attention to move away from my hand. The more she stares at my bloody hand, the more I remember her true nature, savageness, and cruelty run in their blood like beasts.
I smiled, "Hey, this is the last area of the garden. You need to go back."
She smiled, but her red eyes gleamed with the sharp gaze of a predator, "I don't think so."
She walked up to me, my heart racing like a person who ran a mile. Before I knew it, I took a few steps back because at the end of the day, she's a vampire and I'm someone with no werewolf strength.
Unease flickered through me, but I buried it beneath a smile. "What do you mean by that?"
She smirked, crimson eyes gleaming, "You bleed beautifully. Why waste it on thorns when I could make it mean something?"
"Then earn it. I don't bleed for just anyone."
She stilled, amusement flickering in her crimson gaze–like she'd heard that line before. "I've heard that before–from a man who bleeds just like you."
Something about her reaction unsettled me. Like I'd said those words before—to her. But that was impossible.
I narrowed my eyes. "What are you going to do–"
I didn't have a chance to finish my words when she appeared before my face like a wraith. Her face turned sharper and more deadly beautiful, making my heart race.
She smirked with a hint of amusement, before she grabbed my wrist. A sharp pang of pain strikes me when she sinks her teeth into my wrist, and the strangest part? Everywhere was tingling like a drug. Everything is heightened, my back, and the lower regions behind my clothes tighten underneath the clothes.
I gasped, and before I knew it, I wrapped my hands around the woman's head, wrapping my head into her hand with a gentleness that came out of nowhere.
The woman pushed herself closer to me, her coldness set my body aflame.
"Are you that thirsty?"
She removed her lips from my wrist, and the blood staining her lips should make her look frightening. It does in a way, but it makes her look sexy which sets my heart aflame. I asked with a slight frown, "I must be that tasty."
But this time, something was different. She said something that sounded like a murmur, "I've never met you. So why do you taste familiar?"
She smiled like she'd tasted this moment before. And somewhere deep inside, I felt the same echo.