I Thirst For You

I Thirst For You

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Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?" "Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with your pet beside you." Not to mention your eye-catching blindfold and wearing your ominous black trench coat so early in the morning, she wanted to add those but refrained. Cord this time lifted his chin and curved a little smile directly on her way. "I am the Master here, I do as I please." "So it looks," Amanda rebutted, flushed. Just as she did last night, she oddly felt he was looking right through that bloody hell of a blindfold, straight to her... straight to her inviting form in a mattress that needed a blessing of moans, grunts and mixed heavy breaths. ~ 0 ~ Humans, in their quest for imagination and a momentary cut from reality, created what were known as blood-sucking corpses - 'vampires'. They manufactured such immortal, beautiful, powerful creatures needing only that crimson liquid to survive. They created these beings who do not require air to breath, to do normal human activities, defecate, urinate, and even eat solid foods. Such limited imagination the humans have, yes, for they know not the true story of these creatures in the dark.... Follow Amanda as she uncovers those and how her blood sings to the Lord of the Vampires. Genre: Vampire-Supernatural Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 Copyright JMFelic Books

I Thirst For You Chapter 0 Prologue

"Blood type O positive. Donor number XZ-09-2024."

The Master of the Vitalis House tapped a finger in his right temple as the butler servant recited.

Sitting in his throne-like chair fronting the grand hall never had been this painful. Parched, very hungry, and almost at his limit, he waited for his servant to finish. The wine flute that contained the delicious crimson liquid was just within his reach.

Just. Within. His. Reach.

Yet he didn't move a muscle and just waited for the servant to hand it to him.

"Milord, this is the blood that you have been waiting for, " the butler noted, lifting the silver tray nearer.

Amidst seeing nothing other than entire darkness in his front, a small smile grew on his lips.

"At last, " came his reply and with ease, he straightened in his seat and managed to take out the flute from the tray without tumbling it down.

The cold contact of the glass against his warm fingers was a great welcome. It reminded him of the feeling he had in a similar wintry season last year when he held the same container with the same blood flowing with life.

As much as he wanted to drink such precious liquid every day, he couldn't as the supposed donor opt a yearly donation only, in a blood bank where his butler gets to purchase it. He doesn't even know whether the donor, who stayed in the opposite side of the world, was a male or a female, but as if that mattered to him.

He smelt it first, tipping the rim of the glass close to his nostrils and instantaneously caught the faint smell of the jasmine leaves mixed inside.

Ahh, what an aroma, his mind confessed and right then and there, ghosted another smile.

He, of all the living and nonliving beings under his wing, was the only one who preferred to have his meal like this - in a wine flute and mixed with jasmine leaves. Atypical for a dark creature like him, yes, but this was the only leisure that he ever preferred since he disliked feeding directly from the humans.

"As indicated in the Red Cross database, the donor decided for two bags this time so you have two days' supply of the blood Milord, " informed the butler as he watched his Master sip leisurely. One hand was now on the forehead of a fully grown black panther, making doodles while the big cat purred and nudged its cheek against the armrest.

"Good to know, Jerome, " the Master stated with a small nod; his voice in equal parts soporific and velvety. "At least I have two days before my fasting begins again."

"Right, and I believe you are doing that on purpose?" came out a male voice behind the throne. Immediately, the panther stood on guard, hissing and growling as it locked its feline eyes on the trespasser.

To give some privacy, the butler dismissed himself, walking out of the dais into a closed door where it led to a huge kitchen.

Though it was without warning, the Master wasn't at all surprised. He knew exactly who the trespasser was just judging on the sound of his gravelly voice and the foul-stench of dried up blood in the corner of his mouth from a very recent feeding.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, " was his cool and composed answer. He continued sipping and acting nonchalant all the while his cousin snorted and inched forward in his side.

"Of course, you don't need to. You are too high and mighty for that, " the man replied, not scared with the black beast at all. He scrunched up his nose and bared his teeth towards the cat momentarily.

The panther didn't budge. It stayed in a guarded posture and remained standing on all fours.

"You are the Master of the House oh my dear cousin, and I, just your lowly relative, " he continued with a tight smug on his face. "But from what I heard from the rumors, you hate biting the humans. You prefer to drink from blood bags ever since that was invented."

He paused and strolled in front, waving a hand near the blindfold-wrapped eyes of the Master in the process. When he got no response, he let out another arrogant smug.

"And not only that, you seem to favor one certain source. That makes me wonder why?"

From beneath the blindfold, the Master felt the initial process of regaining a precious faculty owing to the blood he had just ingested. He felt tiny pinprick sensations in his eyelids and then a sharp shooting pain in both the back of his eyes.

Although his cousin couldn't see, there was a blue glow in his eyeballs that appeared, followed by flashes of gold. By the time it subsided, the Master of the House of Vitalis was restored of sight, but he chose not to pull his blindfold out.

What for when the effects of the miraculous blood wouldn't last anyway? Why bother fancying oneself of borrowed sight when it was just only temporary?

"Go and wonder other things, Trace. Don't include me with your childish agendas. I'm not in the mood for that, " he answered coldly just as he usually does to all those around him.

The man named Trace grinned and wrinkled his nose. "Oh, but you are always not in the mood cousin, " he rebuked.

The Master, through the black silk cloth, shot his cousin a murderous glare. "Get out or I'll throw you where the hellhounds dine, " he ordered whilst curling one fist on the armrest.

The panther growled louder, feeling the Master's burst of anger.

"Huh, " Trace scoffed. "As if you can do that oh Unseeing One." He climbed down one step from the dais and gave the Master and the pet a wide grin.

Definitely, it was a mock of the Master's dire situation but as if that would get him to start a fang fight with his cocky cousin. Instead, he just ignored him and continued on sipping the honey-like blood - a perfect blood he first discovered six years ago.

Luckily, Trace left after a long silence and with that, finally he was able to dine in peace - a much awaited moment indeed.

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“Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?" "Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with your pet beside you." Not to mention your eye-catching blindfold and wearing your ominous black trench coat so early in the morning, she wanted to add those but refrained. Cord this time lifted his chin and curved a little smile directly on her way. "I am the Master here, I do as I please." "So it looks," Amanda rebutted, flushed. Just as she did last night, she oddly felt he was looking right through that bloody hell of a blindfold, straight to her... straight to her inviting form in a mattress that needed a blessing of moans, grunts and mixed heavy breaths. ~ 0 ~ Humans, in their quest for imagination and a momentary cut from reality, created what were known as blood-sucking corpses - 'vampires'. They manufactured such immortal, beautiful, powerful creatures needing only that crimson liquid to survive. They created these beings who do not require air to breath, to do normal human activities, defecate, urinate, and even eat solid foods. Such limited imagination the humans have, yes, for they know not the true story of these creatures in the dark.... Follow Amanda as she uncovers those and how her blood sings to the Lord of the Vampires. Genre: Vampire-Supernatural Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 Copyright JMFelic Books”
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Chapter 0 Prologue

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Chapter 1 Crimson Red

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Chapter 2 Aching Fangs

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Chapter 3 Becoming a Witness

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Chapter 4 Enigmatic Eyes

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Chapter 5 The First Dinner

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Chapter 6 Trespassing Her Chamber

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Chapter 7 Honeysuckle Sweet

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Chapter 8 Tension and Temptations Rising

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Chapter 9 Tasting the Flesh

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Chapter 10 Control is the Key

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Chapter 11 Piercing His Fangs Deep

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Chapter 12 The Dark One

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Chapter 13 In The Master's Chamber

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Chapter 14 A Most Dangerous Position

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Chapter 15 A Disaster On The Way

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Chapter 16 The Taste of Her Lips

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Chapter 17 Sweetly Cruel

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Chapter 18 Enemies As Best Partners In Bed

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Chapter 19 Fangs of Pleasure

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Chapter 20 Commit to Memory

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Chapter 21 A Not So Good Morning

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Chapter 22 Beating Heart

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Chapter 23 A Witch's Curse

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Chapter 24 The Attacker

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Chapter 25 Free of the Chains

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Chapter 26 The Mage In His Glory

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Chapter 27 Under the Mage's Control

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Chapter 28 Unlike The Master's Hand

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Chapter 29 The Meeting of Two

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Chapter 30 Hungry For Her

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Chapter 31 Breathless Desires

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Chapter 32 The Day of the Abduction

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Chapter 33 The Awakening

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Chapter 34 A Promise of Forever

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Chapter 35 Epilogue

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Chapter 36 I CRAVE FOR YOU - PROLOGUE

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