And now for Part 6, the finale!
Dreadful Tales: A Matter of Discretion Part 6
Carstairs grabbed Lady Brae’s hair, twisting it till she yelped. Like a doll, he dragged her, kicking and struggling all the while, across the floor by her hair towards the whimpering captives. Kneeling, Carstairs gazed at one of the captives, quelling his fear and mesmerizing him with his eyes. The helpless man bent his head aside, offering his throat to the True Blood. Carstairs opened the man’s neck with a slash of his nails. Dark blood spurt from the wound, running down the man’s clothes. But he did not move, even as his life was fleeing from him.
“Drink, cousin, and know what I know.” He pushed Lady Brae towards the dying man, trying to force her lips upon the wound. With all the strength remaining to her, Lady Brae struggled against Carstairs and the rising hunger within her. She’d spent so much of herself just getting here, she was so terribly, terribly hungry. But she’d never done this, never fed without consent, never drank the heart’s blood. Her fangs pushed forward in anticipation of the feast, while her eyes changed, the iris’ becoming the yellow-green of a hungry wolf. That little bit of her that was still herself cried out against this sacrilege and turned away, inches from the man’s neck.
“Drink, damn it, I said drink!” Carstairs shouted, gripping her jaw and forcing her head down on the crimson fountain.
Life and power surged within her. All her reluctance disappeared beneath the red wave. The captive crooned and sank into her as she savaged him, tearing deeper into his neck.
“Yes little cousin, that’s right, drink your fill. See what they would deny you? Never again,” Carstairs said, his own hunger rising at the sight of the feast.
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