The NightMan (16 page)

“The
father
refused
and
it
was
Dorian
who
saved
his
life
that
dreadful
night.
Dorian’s
coven
killed
the
entire
group
with
the
exception
of
the
young
man
who
was
Lillian’s
lover.
He
saved
him
for
last
and
drained
him
dry
of
blood
before
he
tore
his
body
from
limb
to
limb.

“The
father
revealed
the
truth
to
Dorian
the
only
way
he
knew
how.
The
family’s
secret.
Dorian
was
amused
when
he
saw
the
father
change
into
a
wolf
before
his
eyes.
He
knew
the
benefits
of
such
creatures.
Dorian
named
us
NightMen
because
we
could
change
into
wolves.”
Adriel
released
another
sigh
as
he
waited
for
Caitlin
to
run
screaming
out
of
the
room.

His
expectations
were
high.
There
was
no
screaming.
No
one
ran
for
the
door.
As
a
matter
of
fact,
Caitlin
remained
perfectly
still.

“My
love?”
Adriel’s
heart
was
in
his
throat.

Caitlin
shifted
and
turned
on
her
side
to
face
him.
The
amulet
slid
slightly
over
her
left
breast
as
she
braced
herself
on
her
elbow.
Inside,
her
heart
broke
for
him
over
the
years
of
torment
and
loneliness
he
must
have
suffered.
Tears
welled
behind
those
blue
eyes.
Slowly
the
tears
fell,
one
by
one
and
drifted
aimlessly
down
her
check.
A
single
tear
drop
fell
onto
the
blood
red
ruby
in
the
center
of
the
necklace.

“Adriel,
I’m
so
sorry.”

Adriel
watched
the
tear
drop
fall
onto
the
necklace.
He
picked
up
the
cross
and
held
it
up.
His
finger
ran
over
the
wet
spot
where
the
tear
had
landed.
Under
the
slightest
pressure
the
vial
of
blood
shattered.
The
tiny
shards
of
glass
and
blood
pierced
his
skin.

Caitlin’s
eyes
widened
with
fear,
as
a
deep
revelation
snapped
inside
of
her.
In
that
moment,
she
remembered
something
her
father
had
told
her.
It
was
beyond
the
initial
statement
of
never
removing
the
necklace.

“My
father
told
me
something
before
he
died.
He
said
whomever
my
heart
longed
for
would
shatter
the
curse
of
my
family
and
I
would
be
set
free.
The
vial
would
break
and
the
blood
of
life
would
be
spilled.
By
the
hands
of
my
one
true
love
I
would
be
set
free.”
Her
tears
continued
to
fall
as
she
looked
deeply
into
those
dark
hellish
eyes.

Chapter
7

Dorian
pulled
his
head
back
from
the
neck
of
the
beauty
he
had
acquired
only
an
hour
ago.
A
single
drop
of
blood
ran
down
from
the
corner
of
his
mouth
as
he
turned
to
Alessandra.
She
had
decided
to
take
her
favorite
spot
to
feed,
inside
the
groin
area.
The
blood
was
more
flavorful
there
and
satisfying.
 
He
held
no
regrets
over
the
damage
he
inflicted
on
this
human.
The
mess
he
left
behind,
he
knew
Alessandra
didn’t
mind
cleaning
up.

“Enough,”
Dorian
stated
firmly.

The
young
woman
lay
on
her
back,
her
breath
shallow
and
her
heart
barely
beat
from
the
lack
of
blood.
She
would
die
soon,
and
it
was
not
good
to
take
the
last
ounce
of
blood,
he
thought.
It
never
tasted
the
same
anyway.
Dorian
watched
as
Alessandra’s
head
rose
from
between
the
girl’s
legs.
Her
pale
hand
lifted
to
her
face
to
wipe
away
the
red
crimson
blood.

Dorian
was
satisfied
at
the
moment.
However
he
knew
Alessandra
wanted
more.
She
always
wanted
more.
His
hand
ran
down
the
length
of
his
stomach.
The
pale
fingers
grasped
his
erection,
well
he
could
take
her
now
before
she
marked
Caitlin,
he
thought.
He
wanted
to
make
sure
there
were
no
mishaps.

Dorian’s
green
eyes
smoldered
as
he
moved
swiftly
to
Alessandra.
With
a
blurry
motion,
his
hands
clasped
onto
her
pearlescent
thighs.
He
lifted
her
to
his
waist
where
she
wrapped
her
slender
legs
around
his
hips.
He
would
take
her
like
he
wanted.
He
entered
her
long
and
hard,
slamming
her
back
against
the
far
wall.

Alessandra
released
a
hiss
and
bared
her
fangs.
A
low
and
throaty
laugh
escaped
him
as
he
thrust
himself
deeper
into
her
body.
She
had
no
choice
but
to
take
him.
His
eyes
narrowed
when
she
tried
to
move.
He
knew
she
would
try
to
bite
him.
This
he
could
not
have.
Her
mouth
moved
closer
to
him,
but
not
fast
enough
as
he
grabbed
her
neck
with
his
hand.
His
fingers
applied
more
pressure
to
her
neck
while
she
struggled
to
free
herself.

Again,
Dorian
thrust
harder
inside
of
her
until
the
breath
released
from
her
lungs.
She
may
be
a
vampire,
he
thought,
but
she
still
felt
good.
He
enjoyed
the
warmth
the
humans
provided.
But
all
in
all
he
admitted
he
enjoyed
the
feeling
of
Alessandra.
After
all
of
their
years
together,
her
body
molded
to
his
with
ease.
He
fit
perfectly
inside
of
her.
It
didn’t
matter
to
him
how
many
men
she
had,
they
were
still
no
comparison
to
him.
He
released
another
laugh,
watching
her
tight
breasts
bounce
against
his
thrusting.

Dorian’s
eyes
traveled
from
her
breasts
down
to
her
mid-section.
She
did
have
a
very
appealing
body.
Slim,
toned
and
beautifully
shaped
breasts
despite
her
pale
features.
Her
blood
thirsty
red
eyes
were
once
a
dark
brown,
but
that
was
before
he
had
turned
her.

Dorian
thought
back
to
that
moment
when
he
first
met
Alessandra.
It
was
shortly
after
he
acquired
Caitlin.
Dorian’s
discovery
of
the
curse
had
left
him
in
a
discomforting
frenzy.
He
went
into
town
to
take
out
his
frustrations
on
someone.
Any
whore
would
do
at
that
point.

The
dirt
roads
of
the
little
town
were
often
dark
and
lonely.
After
dark,
the
only
few
people
who
remained
were
found
at
the
local
tavern.
A
tavern
where
Dorian
visited
only
when
he
needed
something
more
than
what
the
local
hunting
provided.
It
was
not
good
to
stay
in
one
place
very
long,
for
a
vampire
anyway.

Most
people
in
the
little
town
didn’t
know
Dorian’s
true
identity.
However,
the
locals
still
carried
the
gossip
and
many
questions
arose
as
to
Dorian’s
dark
demeanor
and
presence.

Dorian
made
his
way
through
the
dark
night
to
the
tavern.
He
was
more
or
less
bored
and
needed
something
to
entertain
himself.
His
coven
remained
behind
as
he
strolled
into
the
little
pub.