Hellhound Prince of Fire (Hellhound #3) - Rue Volley Page 0,8

venom into Dorin, sending the poison racing through him at the speed of light. He then dropped Dorin back onto the bed as Dorin gasped for air and reached up with one trembling hand to his throat. He touched it and pulled it back as red and black blood now mingled on his fingertips. He looked up at Vlad who stared down on him. Vlad reached over and took the blade at his bedside and raised it up. He stabbed it into his own heart as he cried out and then jerked the blade out and tossed it. The gaping wound oozed black blood as Dorin stared up at it and continued to fight for his next breath. Vlad reached under him as his body remained ridged and pulled him to his chest. He looked down and nodded to him.

“Drink of me,” he said as Dorin closed his eyes and placed his lips to the poisonous black blood and swallowed it, thick and bitter tasting. He choked as he suddenly fell back and arched his back, black blood staining his teeth and lips. He cried out as the blood rolled from his mouth and down the sides of his cheeks. Vlad slid from the bed and stumbled towards the window as he watched the sun start to rise. The sunlight hit the gaping wound in his chest and his skin sizzled as it pulled itself back together and looked as if nothing had happened at all. The only traces of it being the black blood left behind. He rubbed his hand up his chest and licked his fingers as he opened his eyes and the yellow of the sun lit his pupils up like the fires of hell itself.

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I watched as my Mom held Jet in her arms. My cheeks were warm with tears, but my ability to ask any questions of her was not even possible yet. I was shocked to see her, shocked at how much Jet had grown and still coming down from what I had to think was hormones associated with giving birth. Mine much more intense as I had come to be pregnant, Jet had grown and been birthed in such a short amount of time. I watched as the door opened and two women walked in, the same who had tried to calm me earlier. Mom turned and handed Jet to one of them and I stepped forward as she turned back to me and held a hand up. I opened my mouth and they left the room quickly, taking Jet from me.

“Move,” I said as I stepped forward and she placed a hand to my arm. I felt her coldness, not so unlike Lucifer’s and I knew she had to be truly damned.

“Halo, you need rest.”

“I need my son.”

“If you continue he will take him from you and you will never see him again.”

“Fuck him. I will kill him first,” I said as she hugged me and I fought her for a moment until something about her calmed me. I could not tell if it was her stroking my hair or a drug to be quite honest. I had never had my anger leave me so quickly before.

“I appreciate your determination to protect your son, I do. It is a quality each Mother possesses, or should anyway,” she said softly to me. I raised my arms and hugged her back as my eyes closed.

“Mom,” I said quietly.

“Halo, I have missed you so much, I do love you,” she said as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“I want to show you something,” she said. I reached up and her hand touched my cheek first as she wiped away my tears.

“You should not be upset love.”

“Mom, you have no idea.”

“I can imagine,” she said as she took my hand and started to walk out of the room pulling me along. We stepped out into the hallway, one I already recognized. I saw all of the doors lining it. She started to walk along it as I looked up and saw humming and buzzing lights on the ceiling. She stopped in front of a door and grinned. She reached for the doorknob and then stopped to look back at me.

“Your Father is in here.”

“What?” I said as my stomach tightened.

“Oh yes,” she said as she opened the door up and I looked in to see a gray sky with black clouds. The ground looked black and all I could see was one large tree in the