Chained By The Ruthless Vampire Lord

the foot imprints of a man, by the looks of it. They were smaller. A child perhaps, or a woman. A small woman. They went on and on through the woods until they disappeared completely, vanish

rt with a hand on his shoulder. 'Pick only the most sure footed, most discreet of them.' He ordered the man. 'Yes sir,' Edmund said, then started on his way towards the men, where they were gathered on their horses. Melvin did not want word of his sister's proclivities reaching public notice. It would be the buzz of the week. Maybe the month or even the next few years. People like him, vampires, had a lot of time on their hands, so they clung on to trivial thing longer. Things such as meaningless gossip. Edmund had left three guards with Melvin, all in full body armour, all too conspicuous with their metal greaves gleaming, helms mirroring the pale full moon that had risen in the airy mauve sky. He knew Edmund would not find her, neither would any of the men he sent out. It was the way it had happened the last four times. Claire vanished and he followed not her her trail, but her thoughts, or rather, traces of the thoughts she left behind and she whirled her way through the city. Melvin always found a way to evade his escort before he found her. And once again, that was what he would be forced to do. They could not find Claire as he had found her that first time: at a quiet corner of a tavern with a man, their bodies twisted oddly in the darkness. But instead of doing what would have been expected of two people, man and woman, in the privacy of darkness, she had her mouth pressed against the soft spot of the man's throat. Claire sucked noisily. Melvin had felt something between rage and disgust. He was not sure which emotion it leaned towards more. He yanked her off the man's body and marched her home. But not before he cleared up the evidence. It was better the humans did not even kno