Blood Dripping Fingertips by Meghan Escott (read ebook pdf .txt) 📕

As I walked further into the room, I saw it was one big open plan room. There was a double bed on left which symbolized the bedroom. There was a door leading off from the bedroom and that was the only other door in the room so that must be the bathroom. On my right there was a couch and a television with a coffee table between the two. That must be the living room. Behind the couch, there was a kitchen diner with a dining table placed in the middle of all the cupboards and cooking equipment. There was plenty of space for all my cloths and my make-up and hair utensils.
I started to move my suitcase onto my bed and look around the closets to make a system when Sam made a noise outside the door. I walked over to him and stepped outside my new room. He had been writing and decorating my paper on the door.
He had drawn my name in the coolest bubble writing I had ever seen. He had also decorated my name with beautiful red hearts and delicate swirls in purples and pinks. Mine was the only one with colour on it. All the rest we written in black. It was absolutely beautiful combination of black, pink, purple and red. I had just opened my mouth to thank Sam for it but he spoke first.
“No problem. I was getting tiered of the black in my block. I’m sure you will add some colour to it.” Sam said and stepped into my room. He walked around it and sat on the couch while I continued to unpack my things. Every now and again I would catch some of his thoughts wonder over to me and they were all about me and how it was in this very room that I admitted my love for him. That slightly freaked me out so I walked over to Sam and asked him a question.
“Is there a way of blocking out certain people’s thoughts?” I asked him in a serious manner but he just laughed at me and told me in due time. I walked back to my bedroom and started hanging clothes up. “Can I contact my parents here?” I asked him wondering what the answer would be. “Of course you can Lucy. Your phone is on the cabinet by your bed. You left it in that hall we were in when I turned you. I picked it up and it has been there ever since. Your schedule is underneath it.”
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Classes at night time? Obviously, vampire’s and night go well together. Hang on. If classes were at night, I could go to normal school during the day and come back for night school here. That way I would get my A-levels and become a good vampire.
I smiled to myself and turned on my phone. I text Tom my plan and he said it was great and he would come and pick me up every morning if he had to. He seriously loves me and I have to tell him soon that I don’t love him. I sat on my bed at that thought and leaned back to see Sam standing over the top of me. He moved the empty suitcase off the bed and put it under the double bed. While he was doing that, I sat up against the soft and cushiony head board.
He came out from under the bed and crawled up the bed to me. He came so close to me, I thought he was going to start kissing me but he pulled away and sat cross legged opposite to me so he could stare into my beautiful, pure green eyes. I got that from his mind. He really wanted to kiss me there and then and not care who came in. He didn’t actually care about who came in, all he cared about was me and making sure I didn’t get damaged and that meant one thing. I knew what was coming before he even opened his mouth.
I held out my hand palm up and he put his left hand into it. He then put his hand out palm up but I didn’t but my hand into his. Instead, I kissed his cheek and then bit into his wrist again. Once again the cool taste was amazing in my mouth. I much preferred vampire’s blood to humans. Human was too hot and it burned the inside of your mouth where vampires was cool but with the amazing taste.
As I pulled away from Sam’s wrist and healed it, I looked up to his face. He had his free hand on his cheek. The one I kissed. He loved the tender way I had kissed him but wished I could have kissed his lips for a long time. I looked at my phone and realised that I needed to get ready for vampire school. I asked Sam what I should wear to class because I had never been before and he was my mentor.
He looked through my wardrobe and picked out a black dress and a pink cardigan. He had great taste in clothes! I slipped in to the bathroom to get dressed. I didn’t feel comfortable with Sam watching me. I also put my hair back into a slick ponytail with hanging out fringe and slapped on some make-up I expected Sam to have left by the time I came out of the bathroom but he was sat on my bed exactly where I was sat before going into the bathroom.
“I am going to escort you to and from your classes for the next couple of days so you can get used to your schedule and classes. I will also be dropping in here so you can have your blood. That will probably last for the first couple of weeks so you can get used to a routine. Are you ready?” I nodded even though I was thinking a blatant NO! In my head. “Remember, I can feel what you’re feeling and I can read your mind like a book. Now, are you ready?” This time I shook my head. He smiled and walked over to me and hugged me.
He also caught hold of my wrist and bit into it. First there was pain then there was intense pleasure. I moaned with the feeling filling me up.
I defiantly love him
At that thought he pulled away from me and rubbed his fingers over my wrist healing it instantly. When he looked up to me, he had a huge smile on his face. “What?” I shot at him. He started laughing and shook his head.
It was only later that I remembered that he could listen to my mind and see the future.


Chapter Six

Sam escorted me to my first lesson in silence but I couldn’t help but notice everyone staring at me. I knew I was new but I didn’t draw that much attention. All the girls were wearing dresses that were black with some detail but no colour. And as I walked through the next hallway I saw the boys. They were also dressed in black; Black trousers or jeans and a black shirt and or jumper. Now I knew why I stood out. I was wearing pink and colours didn’t seem to happen in this school.
As I walked into the next hallway, I quickly took off my cardigan and put it in my bag which I had hurriedly packed with anything that Sam said to put in. I had my schedule, some textbooks and some pens and pencils. Sensibly, my pack was black so that wasn’t a problem.
After stuffing my cardigan into my bag, people carried on looking at me all the way to my first lesson. I figured out it must be because I was new so people wanted a good look at me to judge me before they knew me. Sam and I carried on walking and it seemed like forever before we finally stopped. We had stopped outside a brown door with ‘Professor Reeves’ written in another style of neat handwriting.
“This is your first lesson. Combat for Beginners. Today this lesson will be theory work so you will be working from textbooks. The desks are named so just look for name on the desk. It will be easy to find, I made sure of that.” Sam said to me in a comforting yet stern voice. I nodded once and he looked at my now naked arms. “I would put your cardigan back on Lucy. You don’t want to get cold. It takes a while to get used to the cold in the school.” He removed my cardigan from my bag and handed it to me. I put it on hastily and nodded again to Sam. He kissed my mark and then my lips lightly. He then looked away from me and knocked on the door to the classroom and opened it.
“I have Lucy Daniels for you Professor. I am sorry she is late but she had a hard time getting her here.” Sam said to the listening classroom. He then beckoned me to him and stood back to let me into the classroom. He lightly brushed my arm with his finger as I went past him and into the classroom.
“Have your seat Lucy. Thank you Professor Jahd for bringing Lucy.” Professor Reeves had a loud and low voice that made me wince. I looked around the classroom and on finding my seat I walked towards it. Sam was right. It was hard to miss. It was in the same colours as the name on my door and it was written in the same beautiful handwriting. My name was squarely in the middle with intricate designs and swirls surrounding it in many bright colours.
As I sat down and placed my ‘Combat for Beginners – Theory’ book on the table and got a pen out of my bag, I glanced around at everyone else’s desks. Their names were once again, all black with the same designs around them. I concentrated back on Professor Reeves as he launched into a lecture about how these moves were invented, who by and why. It was an interesting lecture and it was the weirdest I’ve ever had. Neither the less, I enjoyed it and took down notes like the other students.
The lessons were two hours long in this school but they went by so quickly and before I knew it I was packing up my text book and my pens and standing at the front of the classroom where Professor Reeves had beckoned me.
“I hear Samuel is your mentor.” I nodded. “He turned you himself.” I nodded. “You understand how unusual this is for Samuel?” I nodded again. “You are telepathic like him?” I nodded. “You are one of the only people who have had permission from parents or guardians to be turned. You must be mighty special to Samuel to be chosen by