Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
From the moment I sunk my fangs into her neck, I could feel it. Slithering through her bloodstream. Her blood tastes the same as before she changed, which shocks me. The initial taste of it hitting my tongue overwhelms me, so much that I feel my grip on her throat become tighter. Bloodlust takes over completely.
But that’s not all I taste. At first, I didn’t recognize what it was. Well, until I feel its icy tendrils seep into me. I knew something was wrong when I first sank my fangs into her but couldn’t figure out what, until I felt it.
The darkness that has been plaguing her, addictive and sweet. Yet, so cold. I haven’t felt the cold since I was changed. But this is like ice cold, and I can’t help but shiver as I feel it consumes me. I try to pull away, but I fail; the darkness sinks into me, refusing to let me go, making me crave it like a drug addict. I can literally feel it bleeding into my soul, scarring it as it leaves its mark there forever, tainting the darkest parts of me.
If insanity has a flavor, this is it, sitting on the verge between slipping from light to darkness. I feel Imogen wriggling, trying to loosen my grip on her, but I just hold on tighter, refusing to let go. I know I should have the moment I feel it, yet I can’t seem to pry my lips away from her neck. And after a while, I don’t want to anymore. My hunger becomes insatiable when I feel the darkness leave her, her blood changes taste to an entirely different level of purity and I can taste her magic. Strong and powerful, flexing like a muscle as it pulses through her.
Imogen goes limp against me. Yet, it still isn’t enough. I can feel the darkness leave her and creep over me like a snake wrapping itself around me. Tobias’ voice pulls me out of my hunger filled craze.
I feel him grab my hand that is on her waist. “Theo, let her go, she is out.” His voice is stern and laced in panic.
When I can’t let her go, he suddenly rips her forward, her body pulling from my grip as she slumps onto his chest. I growl, and it sounds foreign even to me. Sadistic and crazed.
“Theo, stop,” he growls warningly at me before I feel his claws dig into my arm and I realize I’m trying to take her back from him.
I freeze, realizing I’m being taken over by the darkness that consumes her. I fight against it, shaking the feeling off though it never leaves. I feel it move about my body, wriggling under my skin, trying to find its way back in.
Tobias rolls between my legs, turning and laying Imogen beside him, her hair falls over her face. She is so blue looking, drained of life, and the sight is quite shocking to witness.
Standing up, I move to the window, forcing myself away from her. Tobias glances at me and I can tell he is feeling through the bond, trying to figure out what is wrong. My fangs ache in my gums, almost throbbing; the pain is so great. Hunger is something I usually have a good grip on, but whatever magic she possesses is throwing my control out the window.
“You okay?” He asks, brushing Imogen’s hair out of her face.
“Fine,” I tell him, but the words are slurred from my fangs still protruding painfully.
“Shit, Theo, she is ice cold,” Tobias says, making me walk over to her.
“She is fine. If she was dead, you would have felt the bond break. I can hear her heart still; it is just faint.” I tell him. He nods before tucking the blanket under her chin.
“What was that? I could feel it taking you over through the bond.” Tobias asks.
I don’t know how to explain it. “I’m not sure, whatever magic she possesses is dark and light at the same time. It wouldn’t let me go.”
“What do you mean, Theo?” He asks, looking at her then, back at me.
“I don’t know how to explain it. I have drank from witches before, you can taste their element in their blood, but Imogen is different.”
“How?”
“Like, she tastes like all of them combined, like it is too much, overpowering everything. To think I thought she was crazy when she said she wanted to take down the council. But after tasting whatever that is, I have no doubt she could.”
Tobias’ eyes flick to me, and I can see the fear behind them.
“Whatever it is, whatever she is. It isn’t just light but also dark. Like the more she uses her magic, the darker it affects her. It is like teetering on the edge of insanity.”
“That would explain her mood swings then,” Tobias says, sitting up.
“No, it’s more than that, Tobias. It’s addictive. The more power she uses, the more she will let it overtake her. Her magic scares me.” I tell him, honestly. I don’t understand how she is strong enough to not give into it. Can’t understand how she isn’t crazed by it. The malevolence it brings is something I have never felt before. Twisted, dark and so cold.
I can still feel it running rampant, trying to find a way to take over me. She is a newborn vampire with a power I never felt before and being a vampire it is like it is feeding off of her, like a never-ending battery source, only strengthening it.
Now that it is in me, I can feel it trying to feed off me like a leech. Trying to strengthen and take over, making me want to give into the darkest parts of myself. It scares me, knowing I want to let it. But if I feel like this, I can only imagine how she feels.
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