Todos los capítulos de The Vampire's Red Pellet : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Sorah's POV.- I remain standing in shock, with eyes wide and resisting to believe the event just now. No matter how I remain to stare out the gaping hole, those crimsons don't surface and neither does his taunting presence. "You did plead you wanted him to go away."A voice chimes into my mind and I make a turn to see Dyrean walking up to me casually. He's so repaired now that it's hard to believe he was a participant in the scuffle minutes ago.Stella makes a frown at me, also stepping up to meet me as she disregards, "You can't possibly feel sympathy for that thing, do you? I won't let you be hypnotized by his scheming again."His scheming...is that why I keep defying my resolve and hastening to him like an idiot from the slight weakness he demonstrates?His parting words repeat across my mind, in its echoes, crumpling my heart bitterly. It's a painful realization that I might truly be handicapped without him."How you've come to feel so deeply for Andreas is beyond me, Lady Sora

Sorah's POV.-"You belong only to me."What a thing to say. Staring down at me with shoulders high and void belittling eyes. His nonchalant countenance makes me stir with intense irritation. And I scoff. Bitterly.I spew my words through fastening jaws with a scowl distorting my facial muscles. "You own nothing of me, Andreas," I fearlessly step forward and stab my right index into the middle of his chest to emphasize my words."How dare you think you've got any right to exercise upon me after committing such a heinous crime against me?" My voice stutters, picking up my rioting emotions as I continue to reiterate my finger stabs against his chest."You..." I exasperate with hot tears swarming my eyes and limbs already trembling. "You took everything I had away...he was all I lived for. My baby was all the hope to keep me going!"My fierce stabs morph into pounding fists as my emotions consume me with contempt towards the heartless Vampire quietly withstanding my outlandish spurt of p

Sorah's POV.-His eyes roll over to meet my quavering ones, holding for seconds. Why is he just staring at me with that confusing casual aura about him? He winces promptly, still trying to stay with my eyes but his curse plagues him viciously and I leap from my seat the instant his eyes roll shut and his body falls freely forward.I hold his head, hugging it against my chest amidst my pouring tears. Time and again, I leap to his rescue at his slightest pang. I do this on an impulse I have no influence over. My heart just leaps and all that blares in my mind is the grave need to save him and abolish all pain he suffers from.“You mean Vampire...why do you keep toying with my heart and making a fool of my conviction?” I sniffle and hold him tighter to me. “I won’t forgive you for harassing me like this,” I whisper as I lower my face into his hair. “I really won’t this time.”Shutting my eyes, I will the tension in my body to calm down until I can concentrate on the pounds of my

Sorah’s POV.-“Are you in love with me, Andreas?”This is risky, but it’s bizarrely fun. Why didn’t I think of this before now? Since he’s painstakingly clueless about love, I can wield it against him. Two might as well play the mind game.As expected, he only falls further into a haze of confusion, absolutely stupefied by the implication of my words. I tusk aside and shake my shoulders, “You may go on about the thousands of women you’ve frolicked into deception but, never have you settled down to understand the mechanisms of a woman’s heart, Andreas.”“In reality, you know next to nothing about women and love.”Is he just going to keep staring at me like this? I tilt my head to inspect his still expression with a scrunch of my brows. Hmm, I think I gave him a fatal blow by accident. It’s shocking, never imagined I could disarm him like this.He pulls back, staggering in his retreat as if still suffering the impact of my fatal blow. I just watch him until he’s made four f

Sorah’s POV.-We’re left in this odious cell, thrown flat to the cold concrete floor to emphatically inculcate some manners. I groan as I heave my body up on my flattened palms, turning my neck to glance around the dim cell. The lighting is so poor and I don’t think there’re any windows at all. Sitting up, I bring an arm to go across my crumpling face.“Stella?” I call, feeling her around me but not trusting my vision at all. I hear scratches of some sort and an angry groan. It’s coming from my right. I move to crawl and bump into something.“It’ll take a while for your eyes to fully adjust. I’m right next to you,” I hear her grouchy voice and rescind to squint my eyes so I can make out her silhouette.“Are you alright?” I inquire anxiously.“I’m good. Only brushed my knee a bit,” She replies. “I’m so gonna get Eliot for this once we make it out of here.”That sounds relieving. I sit on my heels and find my hands over my thighs. I know we’re not alone here since I heard v