Semua Bab A Taste Of Sin: Awakening Her Darkest Desires: Bab 61 - Bab 70

[Tabitha’s POV]“What?” I hiss as Vance’s weight presses against me. “What is this about the moon?”“The blood moon,” Abigail gasps, slumping to the ground and pressing her hand between her thighs.Frowning, I take in the two, trying to make sense of what is going on. When I can’t seem to understand, Vance pushes me against the wall and presses his crotch against my stomach so I can feel the bulge there.Eyes widening, I look up into Vance’s fevered gaze.“The blood moon,” he grunts, seeming to truly struggle. "It's a heat period for all vampires.”A heat period... So they all became mindless animals and fucked like crazy during the blood moon. This was what Allister meant by it being their most sacred period. Then would this be my chance to escape while they were all so fucking out of it they couldn’t stop me?Snapping out of my head, I stare into Vance’s eyes to find not only lust but also pain there, and despite knowing that I shouldn’t care, I feel guilt.“Sorry.”Not willing to m

[Atticus’ POV]I sit in a cell, staring at the bars in front of me while trying to figure out how the fuck I ended up in this place, especially when Tabitha needed me. Oh right, those bastard vampires set up the perfect trap and set me up.Closing my eyes, I see the scene again. The destroyed living room, Bonnie’s body lying motionless on the ground, and the empty space where Tabitha should have been but wasn't—it was all still so fucking fresh, and it caused me to feel utterly useless.The panic I felt in that moment was very similar to the night I lost my family, almost, but it was enough to make me want to turn the fucking city upside down. However, before I even got the chance to do it, the police appeared. I could only assume that Bonnie’s neighbors heard whatever commotion was going on before her death, and there I was, the prime suspect in a fucking murder investigation.It didn’t take long for me to be cuffed and brought downtown, and despite explaining the situation to my sup

[Vance’s POV]A chill races down my spine as Allister’s words echo in my head again and again. I wouldn’t have much time. Did that mean that my father was already planning my trial?“Oi,” I call at the motionless man in front of me. “Can you hear me?”I knew that it was a long shot that he was actually able to wake up, let alone attempt to help me get these fucking cuffs off, but I didn’t intend to stick around and see what my father and brother were up to.“If you just lay there, something bad is going to happen to Tabitha.”To my surprise, the man begins to move at the mention of Tabitha, and when his dark eyes lift to meet mine, they are full of rage.“Tabitha,” he rasps, clearly struggling to form words. “Where is she?”Where indeed. My only assumption was that she was with the rest of the toys, but maybe Allister was keeping her close. That was the only thing I could think of given the situation, but why was father and Allister so determined to have her?Something was off. This w

[Tabitha’s POV]I watch on in confusion over the clear display of affection and devotion between Evangaline and Titus. How did they go from this to what they were in the end? Was it Evangaline’s doing or Titus’?As this thought hits me, the scene around me begins to shift again. This time I find myself standing in my room again, and on the bed in front of me are Evangaline and Titus. Their bodies are twisted together, and in the dim red moonlight, I can’t really tell where one begins and the other ends.“Are you sure about this?” Evangaline asks, lifting onto her elbow. “There is still time to change your mind. I’ve warned you that an immortal existence isn’t what others may think.”“If it means being with you forever, I’m sure.” Titus assures her. “Please make me like you.”For a moment, Evangaline doesn’t move as she stares into Titus’ eyes, and when she leans down and presses her mouth against his neck, I know exactly what she is doing.When she finishes drinking, she brings her wr

[Tabitha’s POV]The world around me fades in and out as I struggle to breathe. No. I couldn’t go out like this, not when there was so much that still needed to be done. I needed to fight, but with each passing minute, any energy I may have had left drained until even keeping my eyes open was impossible, and as they began to close images of my parents and my brother dancing in front of them, they weren’t comforting; instead, they were accusatory.‘You killed us.’‘This is your fault.’‘If we never found you.'Again and again, their accusations echo around me until they’re deafening, and I just want to escape them, but I can’t.“No,” I whimper, wanting to cover my ears only to find that my body won’t cooperate. “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.”No matter how I tried to deny it, in the end, I knew that they were right. Because I was born. Because I was apparently this reincarnation of the vampire goddess Evangaline, I had led them to their downfall and cost them their lives.As this realizat