NEVER ENDING STORY by Tifanny (bill gates books recommendations .TXT) 📕

I leaned against the steel rail of the balcony, taking in the night air. When I noticed hands rubbing my chest from behind.

“Charles, come back to bed.” She purred. Rolling my eyes in disgust, I smiled.
“I’ll be there in a sec, Vanessa.” Turning around I placed her palm against my lips and grinned. Then sending her back into the room. I returned to the balcony cursing myself fucking sluts with no dignity. I searched for the full moon with her in my mind. Charlotte one of pure noble blood. The only woman I was with that didn’t spread her legs like sluts I’m surrounded with. She made me feel alive, making me realize I’m my own man. The reminiscent of our sweet memories flashed before my eyes. Its a pity she’s dead. I could use someone like her.

“Vanessa, I have to go.” I picked up my clothes that I trashed all over the floor earlier and slip them on. Running my hands through the already messy hair not bothering to look back. I headed back to the headquarters.

I’m a part of the highest ranked black association called the ‘Night Hunters’. There are seven generals consist of wrath, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed and Pride. The one known as Greed I supposed would be me. The common night drawlers do not know of our identities besides the elders. Making it easier for us to roam around our turfs unaffected.

“Hey, Greed. Funny seeing your sorry ass here so late.”
“Still playing with your sex toys, Lust?” I mocked. She is a member of the generals. The only female in the squad but not one to be underestimated, she was only second to Wrath. Wrath was the leader of this association he called all the shots whether we like it or not. He simply doesn’t give a damn.
“Ah, you and your sluts. I bet that little guy down there was scared shitless.”

Man, her body rocks. I mean I hate her personality but who can say no to that sexy body? My eyes travelled up and down her body, checking her out. Definitely a top grade piece of ass I would kill for some of that. I walked pass her slapping her butt as a joke. I had the widest perverted grin.

“He won’t be scared of you.”
“What a joke.” She followed me into the building with a scowl.
“Where’s your brother anyway?” I asked while ascending the stairs.

“Pride? Don’t see him enough these days. He knows how to take care of himself. He’s not a kid anymore.”

“You got to be kidding. You guys are like inseparable.”

“Maybe its time we went our own ways.” She had a dark tone. Her brother means the world to her. It’s not that easy to separate them. I shut myself the hell up obviously pushing the wrong button. We are a part of a dark guild and love thrashing each other but we’re like siblings. Family…

Everyone was staring at us as I opened the huge door. Lust came in as soon as I stepped aside.
“Take a seat.” Wrath’s stern voice commanded. We did as told with lust seating in the farthest seat from pride. Whoa, awkward.

“Mammon, Asmodeus. Why are you late?” Clearly anger took over for him to use our demon names.
“We have failed you. Please forgive us, my Lord.” We both stood and fell to our knees thus crushing our fists to the ground in unison.
“Very well, arise. I am not here to wait on you. I will assume you will not repeat this disrespectful behaviour.” We silently nod and seated ourselves.

The meeting went on as usual hearing reports by each general. Once it is over we all stood and bowed to the leader as an act of respect and exited the room. Lust, the last one through the door was under the responsibility of closing it. Lust, Envy, Sloth and myself were the only ones to descend downstairs. The others disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Lust slouched on the couched after grabbing a bottle of tequila from the bar. She crossed her feet on the coffee table and chugged it, probably deep in thoughts. Envy took out a box of cigarettes and took a piece. He lit it up and smoked. Sloth collapsed beside lust, curled into a ball and slept. Yea, we’re a boring bunch. I leaned against the wall and then moved towards the bar to get me some liquor. I checked my cell and realised I got thirty messages and forty missed calls all from those sluts.

I took the whole bottle of whisky and materialized on the roof of the headquarters. I sat down and observe the view of the city from above. I closed my eyes, lie on my back and relax under the moonlight. The corner of my lips curved upwards as I remembered about how beautiful Charlotte was that night.

She was beautiful, mesmerizing. A woman of pride and dignity.

She looked even better with her blood all over. The taste of her blood still loiters on the tips of my tongue. Leaving that sweet and thick yet subtle taste of her blood fresh in my mind. I bit my lower lip and frowned. I’m happy she’s dead.

And he drank the whole night.

Charlotte embraced the night air as she stood on the roof of a motel, eyeing the lone alley with a smirk. She’s about to have supper and she picked the best spot to catch and kill. This is the first time Max let her hunt alone. He usually spoon feed her but for a woman with pride like her that is not an option. Treating her like a baby was bad enough but getting herself killed was much worse. She had to bottle her anger inside preventing herself from lashing it out at Max for being such a control freak.

She comes, snatches, drinks, abandon. Easy. She had it all sorted out. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. By the time her thoughts subsided, a prey comes into the trap. A male probably in his late thirties in a suit so, he had a drink after work. A few drinks actually, he can’t even walk straight let alone run. The perfect prey.

She jumps down from the roof and landed on the balls of her feet, bending her knees to absorb the impact. She twisted her long silky black hair and rested it on the left side of her neck. She walked silently, no sounds produced from the high heel leather boots she wore. She felt powerful, dominant as she strides closer to her victim. The male as if he sensed her looked back but saw nothing as she blended well in the darkness. Before he managed to take a step forward she lunged at him, sinking her fangs into his vein draining him dry. Resistance was futile.

After a few minutes, he collapsed on the concrete floor cold and lifeless. Her green emerald eyes glowed with energy no longer black as she regained her lost strength. She stood in front of the dead man for a while. Thinking why this didn’t make her feel disgusted and miserable. Throwing that thought far away, she licked her lips clean and abandoned him beside piles of garbage. She would have to send someone over to pick him up later.

She took firm and steady steps exiting the alley. Before she could disappear, a strange scent wafted in the air. Oh, this is not good.

I tried to ‘dematerialise’ as Max thought me. But then I got pinned to the wall by a large bulgy man. He was taller than max. HUGE. “Hey gorgeous.” He growled.

I squirmed trying to take his hands off my throat. He laughed a throaty laugh at my weak response. Still thinking like human me, I lifted my feet and kicked where it hurts most. Instantly, it did the trick. He fell to his knees curling like a ball on the floor whimpering from the pain. I had a satisfied smile on my face. I was just about to leave the scene when that guy grabbed my right foot and made me fall on my face. I rubbed my red nose.

Oh that is it!

I looked back at him, the pain’s already gone by the look of it. He was back on his feet. I swore under my breath when he sends me flying to the opposite building. I did a somersault and landed on my feet launching myself back at him. I slammed his body to the wall. He was a tough cookie; he got back up in no time and went for my head. I knew it was a kill or be killed situation.

I braced myself took the impact, hurts like hell.

Ignoring the pain, I used my mind control a typical technique for those of noble blood and he froze. He was strong, really strong it took me most of my energy to focus. I appeared in front of him and pierce my hand through his chest, ripping his heart out. That was it he’s dead. Whoever he is. I had bruises and scratches all over my body. My clothes were ragged with cuts all over. By the time I reached home, the cuts and bruises were all gone. I checked myself making sure all of had been healed.

“What a great night.” Those words dripping with sarcasm as I entered the mansion. Dusting the dust off my destroyed clothes from my earlier encounter. I just wanted some damn supper. I used most of my refilled energy fighting that guy. I was back to being tired and hungry. Fred approached me with a shocked expression on his face.

“Mistress!” He gave me a worried look before ordering Laura to get the bath ready.
“Oh Fred, cut it out. If you need me I’ll be in the study the whole night.” I said before taking off to my room. Laura helped me undress even though I can do it myself, no matter. I dipped into the flower bath relaxing the sore muscles. Laura kneeled behind the tub and scrubbed by back with a wet towel. I closed my eyes enjoying the bath.

“Mistress, may I ask a question?” Her soft fairy like voice chimed.
“Go ahead.”
“What happened? We were worried when you came home late and your clothes. We don’t know what to do if