Pretty Bloody - K.A Knight Page 0,1

me and I want them alive.

She seems to be ignoring my charm altogether, causing a frown to curl my lips, maybe I’m rusty or she is simply hiding her reaction to it. Find someone, a boyfriend, a husband, a mate? Perhaps, but I don’t ask, it shouldn’t matter to me. She is a means to an end, but a nightwalker always keeps his promises and oaths.

Of course, love. Here is how you can find me. Dig me up and I swear to you on the blood burning through me that I shall find this person for you. So, it is willed, so it will be, I finish, knowing the universe will take that oath seriously.

She sucks in a breath, recognising that. I will be there tonight. If you try to kill me or go on a massacre, I’ll stake you back into the ground, she warns, her voice as threatening as a puppy’s.

Of course, love. I would bring someone for me to feed on though, since it has been… I would guess around two hundred years.

I pull from her head with a laugh, sitting back in my coffin and waiting for the mysterious woman to come and save me. If only my brothers could see me now, I would never live it down. Being rescued like some damsel in distress—some god I am.

So why does my heart beat faster, my cock beg for her, and my fangs crave her blood? It is clear I want this woman just from her voice. Maybe I can have some fun with her while I find this person she hunts, satisfy my hunger between her legs and at her veins. It would be easy to seduce her and once I am done, I can move on and carry on searching.

Almost laughing with glee, I settle myself and wait.

She thinks she is a hunter, but the hunter just became the hunted, and I can almost taste my prey.

Bella

Fucking nightwalker. If I didn’t need his help so badly to track down that asshole, I would have left his ass to rot in the ground. There’s a reason someone put him down there, he probably drank from the wrong person or pissed off a wolf—they are always at each other’s throats. I tend to stay clear from all of them, all other races, to protect myself and my secret.

They can never know. It’s easier this way, even if it does get lonely, but Raph told me time and time again why this was so important…and I broke that rule once and look where it landed me. Never trust anyone, I learned that early on. I can only rely on me and…well, it used to be Raph. Pain slashes through me at the reminder of what I’ve lost all because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut.

Yet here I am, trusting another supe, but I won’t let him know. I’ll guard my secrets and take them to the grave. I will use him, track the bastard who betrayed me—us—and then we’ll go our separate ways, all without him ever knowing…it will be easy, right?

Sighing out loud, I toss the shovel into the trunk of my car. I had stopped at a shitty hotel, trying to get some rest and figure out my next move when the bastard slipped right into my head like he owned the joint.

Nightwalkers, they are all the same, cocky little pretty boys who think everyone and everything should do as they please. It physically pained me to accept his deal, but they are some of the best trackers, below wolves of course, but no fucking way am I letting a furball sniff around me for that long. They have a way of seeing the truth. So nightwalker it is, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stake his ass if he annoys me. Raph once told me I have the patience of a fat kid in a sweet shop…that man got stranger and stranger every day.

Pain runs through my heart at the thought of him, he might have been odd and some might even say slightly unhinged, but he was my everything, the only family I ever had, and now he’s gone and I’m left in this world all alone. His teachings and warnings echo in my head, guiding me even while he’s not here. I guess I’ve been training for this most of my life, to stay under the radar, he was always preparing me for the inevitable, but it doesn’t mean I’m ready.

Fuck,