Ambrosia (Nectar 2)

And he’s not super vampire or a royal. He’d absolutely kill you. He killed his enchanted blooded pet and that sent him on that killing spree. What kind of a threat will he be on your blood? He’s out there now, processing it, getting stronger after feeding from you. And you’re ovulating so it was innate for him to try to fuck you,” his nostrils flared, “He probably waltzed in there with no intention of sex but then couldn’t fucking help it. I’ve got to stop him.”

“Okay, I have questions…”

“I have so much to tell you. So much.”

“Sam? Why was he there? How come he didn’t attack me?”

“That’s part of the problem. Sam. Fuck. If he wasn’t there, Liam would’ve done more damage. He probably would’ve taken you and run. But the fact that he was there is not a good thing because it means I’m dealing with even more disloyalty. Sam found Liam but then followed him here; clearly he figured out which hotel I’d booked us into. Then Sam was hot on his heels. Sam is on that experimental drug Adrian wants to use on me. That’s why he didn’t attack you. But Sam should’ve warned me. He clearly has more loyalty to Adrian than me.”

“Okay, listen to me for a sec..” she said, “What if you make me what you are. Then Liam can’t take me, kill me, or get me pregnant. Make me become a vampire and then it solves all our problems.”

“No fucking way.”

“But isn’t that how this is destined to go?”

“What?”

“Standard vampire romance, right? The vampire falls for the human, the human falls for the vampire, and then she becomes a vampire and they live happily ever after? Isn’t how this goes? That’s how it always goes.”

“No. Not even close.”

“Why not? You were turned. What if I…”

“No. Most female vamps are even worse than males. They’re diabolical. They’re cold. If I’m rotten, a female vamp is festering and putrid. I refuse to make you into that. I’d give up your blood, never again have it or the nectar, I love you that much that I don’t want you to be a vampire. You won’t be you. And even more important, you won’t wanna be you. There are things worse than death for you. And being a female vamp is worse than being dead. If I turned you, you’d hate me.” He stopped and got a faraway look in his eyes, then softly added, “Just like Becky. Only with you, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

“Becky?”

“Rebecca is a walking, talking, blood-sucking piece of hatred. She hates me for turning her.”

“Wait. What?”

“Andre loved her and she was dying. She had a brain tumor the size of a grapefruit. He was keeping her, feeding from her, loving that she wasn’t mesmerized. He fell for her and hard. She was the sweetest fucking thing, baby, the sweetest girl. So fuckin’ full of life. She was on the verge of death and I was newly vamp and I was working for Andre. He’s from a strong bloodline and he was teaching me the ropes, grooming me. And I saved her on her death bed by turning her. For Andre. For her. So she wouldn’t have to die. He was losing her and he was a mess and I told him to turn her but he said he couldn’t, that she wouldn’t be Becky anymore. She was wasting away and I was so green, still so human-like that I didn’t believe it could be that bad, so I turned her, thinking I’d help him keep her but it was a mistake. She wasn’t the same. Rebecca became evil, hateful. Now they’re in a prison together.

He won’t give her up because of who she was and neither of them are happy because of who she now is. There’s a very small piece of Becky left in that evil bitch vamp’s body and that small remaining piece hates my guts for turning her into a monster. She kills for sport. And because she was turned with my blood she’s a powerful fucking monster. She’s a tortured soul who hates herself. She wishes she were dead because she can’t help but be evil. Believe me, I don’t ever want to say goodbye to you; I’d pick goodbye before turning you into that. Rebecca lives in a hell-on-earth because of what being a female vamp means. I thought vampire Rebecca was better than no Becky but I was wrong. If you had been there the night she ended Julia, you’d have been killed. Or, if she knew how much you mean to me, she would’ve turned you, to ruin you, to hurt me back.”

Kyla was numb.

“I need to tell you more.”

“I can hardly breathe. I want to puke.”

“I’m sorry that this is your fate. I don’t know what we’ll do but I will do everything I can do to save you from this.”