Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“So you’re saying you do not want to take out this vampire?” Damien highly doubted it.
I’m saying that I want something in return for doing your dirty work.
“What?”
I want one week a month to do whatever the fuck I want. Eat, kill, kill some more, fuck. Whatever.
“Not a chance.” The beast would just run out to the nearest mall and slaughter indiscriminately, leaving Damien holding the bag.
You believe that I cannot control myself, that I will go on a rampage.
“Yes.”
But is it also true that if I decided to do such a thing, you could easily take back over.
“I suppose.”
So then, if I promise not to kill, and I break our deal, you could return to keeping me at bay.
“Are you saying that you agree not to kill anyone?” Damien tried not to laugh.
Only one way to find out.
The beast had a point. Damien was the stronger one. He could always take over. The only problem was that in that brief amount of time it took to overpower the beast, the beast could take out dozens of people.
“I’ll have to think about it.”
Sure. But I’m not fighting that vampire until you agree.
“Then I don’t agree. So I guess I’ll just have to fight the vampire on my own.”
“Damien!” Pet called out from above. “Something’s coming your way.”
But they weren’t anywhere near the top.
“It’s him!” Pet called out. “Yoo-hoo. Maxton!” She waved.
Damien could see the brush and vines moving up ahead.
Changing your mind about my offer, tailor?
“No. I can take him,” Damien said, though in his heart, he wasn’t so sure. Fact was he’d likely have to kill this vampire, and that meant the deaths of Willa and Sky. How would he ever explain this to them or forgive himself for failing these women yet again? They deserved better. They deserved happiness and long lives.
But I can take him faster.
“Forget it. I’m not letting you out one week a month.”
Fine, one weekend a month.
The vampire drew closer.
“One weekend a year,” Damien countered.
Fine. Deal.
“Fine. Deal.”
Now let me out, brother. Let me show this smug sonofabitch who is the true king of the jungle.
Damien closed his eyes, inhaled slowly, and relaxed his mind, opening the cage where the beast lived.
Like a shock to the system, Damien felt his twin flow through his veins, filling his muscles, organs, and skin. Meanwhile, Damien shrank into a place in his own mind where he could see, feel, and hear everything while his brother drove.
Suddenly, a tall figure with shoulder-length dark hair appeared up ahead on the path. He wore the ascot, scarf, and the fine Armani suit.
The man actually looked great.
“Maxton the vampire, I presume,” growled the beast.
“Damien Greystone the tailor, I presume.” The vampire’s bright green eyes glowed in the shadows.
“Afraid not, vampire.”
“Then who are you?” Maxton asked.
“I am the one who is going to bathe in your blood, tear out your organs, and make your balls into a charm I shall wear around my neck. All while you remain awake. I hear from the locals, that’s the way you do business, yes?”
Beast! You must try to subdue him first! Damien roared.
“It has been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a fair fight. Bring it on, tailor.”
“I already said I’m not the tailor. I am your executioner.” The beast charged.
Beast! Subdue! Damien tried to force the beast back into the cage, but the fight was already on.
Late in the afternoon, Damien woke by the side of the raging river, Brutus staring down with a grin. “Looks like someone had fun.”
Damien glanced at his naked body covered in mud, blood, and bits of leaves. “What happened?” The last thing he remembered, the beast had the vampire in a headlock and the two were rolling down the steep mountain toward the waterfall. Then they went over. He distinctly recalled screaming his lungs out as they fell hundreds of feet toward a cluster of boulders below.
“You and that vampire went at it for hours,” Brutus said.
“Went…at…it?” Damien questioned, sitting up and rubbing the huge knot at the back of his head.
“Not that way, tailor. You fought nonstop for hours. The ladies even got out the popcorn and chairs. It was quite the spectacle.” Brutus scratched the side of his head. “Never seen anything like it.”
MF ran up, panting. “Oh good! He finally found you! Damien. Ohmygod. That was amazing! I’ve never seen anyone take so many punches. And, wow, the way you dished right back? How are your balls, by the way?”
“What are you talking about?” Damien looked down at his penis and then covered it with his hand. Thankfully, everything looked intact.
“Don’t you remember?” MF asked.
“No.” And it was highly unusual. Had he blacked out after the waterfall while his beast stayed conscious?
Damien reached into his mind, feeling around for his brother. He was asleep. Passed out, actually. What the hell?