bryn n sinjin 02.5 - blood lust by h p mallory Page A

continued forward until I reached the unpaved road, where I turned left. At the end of the street was a two-story building that easily dwarfed the rest of the “homes” along the street. There were a few lights glowing in the numerous windows that shone onto the road. How ironic , I thought. Not only was the residence of the Breeders akin to a brothel, but it also looked the part.
    I glanced around before tuning my expert sense of hearing to detect any footsteps or breathing in the vicinity around me. When I could see and hear no one, I darted forward, seeking shelter from the shadows along the wall created by the angle of the moonlight against the roofline. There were no windows along that particular wall, but I did not require them. I held my ear against the wall and listened for the familiar sounds of frolicking that might suggest some carnal activities taking place in the rooms inside.
    I could hear nothing, which led me to conclude that either the occupant on the other side of the wall was asleep, or I was not adjacent to a bedroom. No matter. Closing my eyes and summoning my strength, I began to levitate, feeling my feet lifting into the air as the rest of my body grew weightless. When I reached the second story of the box-shaped building, I stopped my upward motion and held my ear again to the wall. This time, I could hear grunting and heavy breathing. I sincerely hoped the animal sounds emerging from behind the wall belonged to Jack Jeffers, as I was not in any mood for a hunt.
    I scaled the wall, using my hands to guide me as my body floated. When I reached the front of the building, I glanced down to ensure there were no soldiers below who might spot me. Thankfully, there were none.
    I floated around the corner of the building before I found myself in front of a window. The room on the other side was dark, but I knew this was the room from which the sounds of carnal activities had come … and, as I listened now, I could still hear them.
    The moon overhead was shrouded by quickly moving clouds. As soon as the clouds broke free, the milky rays threw themselves into the window, lighting up the room. As I glanced through the window, I watched as the woman on the bed, who was underneath the man, looked right at me. I immediately widened my eyes as soon as I captured hers.
    You will disable the wards protecting the room, I commanded her.
    She did not respond, but by the fact that she held my gaze for as long as she did, it was safe to assume that she was under my influence. I placed my palms on the pane of glass and pushed upward. I was slightly surprised when the window slid right open, as I had assumed it might be locked. The opening was large enough to allow me fairly easily to slide my lower half in as my upper body followed.
    When I stepped foot into the room, I was pleased to find that I did not burst into flames. It was good to possess the power of persuasion …
    The woman on the bed was now staring at the ceiling while the man continued to bounce atop her, not in the least bit aware of his guest.
    “Ahem,” I uttered once it became fairly obvious that my entrance was going to continue to go unnoticed.
    The man lying on top of the woman immediately stopped thrusting inside her. He rolled off her in record time, gripping the bedsheet and using it to cover him up to his chin. When he faced me, he was understandably angry.
    “What the hell?” he started, narrowing his eyes on me as his suspicion grew evident. He was a Daywalker, for he had no magical aura. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded.
    I took a few steps toward them. Because I broke eye contact with the woman, she was no longer under my spell. She pulled herself to the top of the bed and hid beneath the comforter to cover herself. She did not say anything either, but neither did she look overly concerned at my untimely interruption. Of course, after glimpsing the brute’s less than attractive visage, I was almost certain she was more than grateful