𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 #𝟣 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓈 ↬ The future looks grim for Darien Valentine.
After being betrayed by his best friend, Darien's thirst for vengeance leads him on a murderous rampage, targeting members of the vampire council who threaten his fam...
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MY HANDS WERE STAINED RED.
It was the lawful truth. Everything that lived must die. And the universe wasn't biased - whether saint or sinner, villain or hero...death was inevitable, even for immortal beings such as myself. I just never imagined myself dying in fucking anstaltskleidung. Given how often I was imprisoned, I probably should have, but for the first time in a long time, I didn't want to die.
My eyes strained as bullets flew in my direction.
It was a dizzying sensation–something like a warzone, as adrenaline rushed through my undead veins. I dove across the small opening of the hallway, skidding on my calf and elbow as I fired back toward the guards. Not at. Towards.
They'd taken cover behind the adjacent stone wall at the far end of the hallway, shooting back at us wildly as Deacon reloaded his gun. I knew this place like the back of my hand. This prison was like a maze, but surprisingly, that worked in our favour since that also meant there were a lot of blind spots. This hallway was shaped like an 'I,' leaving the long passage free as we all took cover on opposing sides of the hallway in teams of two - like a weird, twisted game of Tennis; we all had our corner to cover. Deacon was pressed tightly to the dirty wall closest to me. It was on the opposite side of the hall I'd jumped across, and I didn't miss his hard glare. I could practically feel his thoughts screaming at me, not that I wanted to. He knew, just as I did, that it wasn't like me to miss a target.
