There's been a slight delay with the ninth chapter of Cauchemar Vivant. It seems I've picked up a beta reader, who I greatly appreciate, and the chapter was giving me a bit of trouble. I'm hoping that the story will be updated before or around Sunday (depending on my beta), but until then how about a little teaser?
The vampire’s arms came around my neck in what I assumed he meant to be a comforting gesture but my skin crawled with the contact. His nose skimmed my neck and kissed my cheek gently. “Your friends were so very sweet. Would you like a taste?”
My body was dead weight; I couldn’t move, I couldn’t fight. It was fucking scary. “Let me go.” I wasn’t sure I said anything, I couldn’t hear my voice over the pounding in my ears, but he chuckled.
“And let this saccharine treat escape? Never. You smell so much sweeter than all your companions combined; it makes me wonder how you taste.” He moved my hair to one side, tilting my head for better access—and I let him. I felt sick, but I let him. I couldn’t move, could only stare out at the ocean of blood and bodies.
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