Revelations Coming (The Dark Truth Novel Series) (19 page)

“What did you do to her?” he growled approaching quicker.

“Ah, ah, ah,” the angel mocked waving the knife in the air before pressing it into Venus’ skin above her heart. A thin trickle of blood seeped from the new wound.

“You need to be asking what you need to do Vampyre,” Apollyon sneered.

“Quit with the games,” Arias pleaded. Venus’ blood dripping had that sobering effect on him.

“Turn her,” Apollyon commanded.

Arias’ eyes flipped to the angel’s burning with intensity.

“I won’t change her without her free will. That would be rape.”

“She wants this. I won’t say this again, turn her Arias. Or I will find another Mashiach who will.”

The last statement sent Arias in motion. He knelt at the table, caressed Venus’ cold body. He pushed a wave of power into her, hoping to revive her still body. An extremely rare tear rolled down his cheek as he stroked her face. The brands on her chest glared back at him as he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers softly. He cradled her head into his hands and felt his fangs retract. Arias pierced her skin gently, not wanting to cause her any more pain than she’d already been through that night. Instead of pulling out blood, he pushed the chemicals into her bloodstream that would change her life forever.

Venus rested peacefully in the darkness Apollyon had gifted her until a new feeling filled her body. She was already humming with life from Apollyon’s blood but whatever was coursing through her veins now was like steroids. Her emerald green eyes flipped open and caught sight of a new world. Something was at her neck. While her first instinct was to bat the thing away, she gave pause and looked down. It was the one Apollyon had said would change her into Vampyre. He was enormous, his chocolate colored head still bent into the crevice of her throat. He was supposed to be some sort of prince, Venus remembered quickly dismissing him. Instead she turned her head to the right as her Master filled her vision. With her new Vampyre sight, she drank him in greedily. No longer showing himself in all his angelic beauty, Apollyon was the embodiment of all that was wicked. Larger even than the Vampyre at her throat, his was the color of coagulated blood…rich crimsons darkening to black. Scars littered his body and Venus wanted to run her tongue along each and every one. His hands were enormous, they could probably crush her skull in a heartbeat and his nails were like talons. Those wings, ones that comforted her in her dreams were stark reality now. He was lovely and horrible at the same time, and she knew she was a mirror image of him. Together they would be unstoppable.

The Vampyre at her throat made a crooning noise deep down in his chest, she felt it rumble her whole body. She looked down at him again with disgust. His large hands were cradling her as if she meant something to him. His touch made her skin crawl. She needed to be away from him even if he was her Vampyre sire. A growl erupted from her throat, low, long, and fierce. The Vampyre sat up, hope making his black eyes swirl turbulently. Venus’ eyes narrowed upon him and she attacked.

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Venus dimly heard the bellowing laughter of her King to her right and the shocked intake of breath from the prince nearest her. Darkness ran through her veins and it wanted a taste of this prince. She surprised herself with the viscous snarl erupting from her throat but knew exactly what her target was. The prince was lifting his head from her throat when he saw her face. Shock transformed his features in slow motion. It was his eyes that registered it first. They widened in disbelief and hardened instantly with the knowledge that she was going to kill him. His mouth forming words that she didn’t have a care to hear. Her newly energized and power-ridden body flew off the table and plowed into the Vampyre, driving him into the wall with such a force that pieces of plaster starting raining from the ceiling. Her fangs had plunged from the roof of her mouth minutes ago and they ached for his blood. Quicker than even possible at Vampyre speed, she struck and tore through his chocolate colored skin. When the richness of the blood hit her, she shuddered and moaned and only then did she hear him call out, “My love, my love”. And instead of fighting her as would any other enemy, she felt his massive hands pressing her to him as if he wanted her to end him. All these thoughts and sensations swirled through her, creating havoc in her jumbled mind. Venus heard Apollyon’s laughter in the background still and she suddenly was overwhelmed with the feeling that what she was doing was because he willed it to be, not because she wanted to. She sat up slowly, her eyes struggling to focus. Wincing at the torn throat of the Vampyre beneath her. She pressed herself against him again, licking the angry jagged laceration closed.

“Venus, why did you not finish it?” Apollyon called from across the room. “I was having such a delight watching  you feast.”

Venus swallowed hard, confusion making her head pound so hard that she swayed. She looked into the Vampyre’s face and he was staring intently at her, a look that froze her and wiped away any thought that wasn’t him. She didn’t know his name. She felt like she should know. But the knowledge wasn’t there. She brought a hand to her head as the pounding wasn’t relenting. And miracle of miracles, the Vampyre raised his hand and caressed her face infusing her with some sort of different energy and it lightened her entire being, chasing away the daggers in her brain. She sat back on her haunches and turned her head, regarding Apollyon thoughtfully.

“His blood is so delicious, I wanted to save him like a daily snack instead of feast upon him like a 5 course dinner.”

The lie slipped off her tongue and Apollyon easily approved of it, opening his arms beckoning her to him. She hopped off the fallen Vampyre and let herself be coddled in her Master’s arms.

“Would it please you my Queen to have him as your daily source of food?” Apollyon whispered in her ear.

Venus nodded and indulged in her lie. “I will of course need variety because I will become bored with him after a while but yes, his blood is strong and energizes me.”

“It is done, then. Come my sweet, we have much to do.”

Venus allowed herself to be tugged along and she shifted her eyes to the enormous Vampyre as they passed him on their way out of the room. Those swirling black eyes were waiting to meet hers and she almost let herself pause and get lost in them but was too aware of her Master at her side. The consequences of his displeasure were more influential than her curiosity of the Vampyre at her feet.

Arias was seized by eight stinking Talmidim. He would have fought them off, twisted their heads from their stinking bodies any other day of the week. But one, he had just been deprived of several pints of blood. And two, he was just demoted to his Queen's food source. The moment she pulled away from his throat, he could sense her wheels turning. Whatever Apollyon had done to her, her bright intelligence was still in tact.  When those migraines racked her brain and he touched her, he could tell it roused something within her. Arias was willing to suffer anything, even death to get Venus back. He needed to get a message out to Justice somehow though. He needed help and the help he needed wouldn't be the most willing to offer. As the bloodsuckers led him past Ivan in the hallway, the prince locked eyes with the Talmidim leader for several long-lasting seconds until Ivan gave him a single sober nod.