GOLDEN BLOOD

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Summary

Her Blood is a Boon to his Life.

Genre:
Fantasy / Romance
Author:
P S S
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
20
Rating:
4.5 10 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

Chapter 1

HERE IT IS MY FIRST CHAPTER. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ENJOYED IT.

C O P Y R I G H T :

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Meet Paris Noel, a sweet, lovely girl who loves romance, flowers, chocolates, pink colors, and glitters, and just like the fantasies, she always wanted to meet someone, fall in love, and cuddle at night. But after being distrustful by some men who wished only for splendid nights, she’d lost confidence in trusting anyone again.

She works at a four-star restaurant in the city. She was a sous chef, and tonight at their restaurant, they were catering to an event.

In the assembly, the crowd was tip-top dressed in their most elegant outfits—ladies in their beautiful gown and men in their suits and tux. The party was flowing well, calm and serene, with the sound of the piano playing in the background.

But in the kitchen, it was the opposite. From morning to nearly a fortnight, all the chefs were busy cooking, prepping, dicing, chopping meat, and vegetables.

Waiters and servers were flying in and out of the double kitchen door, like the worker bees.

There were yelling and shouting, just another way of asking and requesting ingredients or searching for food.

While chopping the fresh herb, our Paris nipped her finger, and the blood squeezed out. Little that she knew, a drop of her blood dripped on the steak that was above to fly out to its recipient.

~*~

Among the guests, there was a man also attending the occasion. He was rich enough to buy a state and powerful enough to rule the world, but he’d to keep a low profile; because the greater the man, the smaller his place to hide.

He was a nine hundred-year-old Vampire with the boyish charm, handsome enough to break many girls’ hearts, just by ignoring their presence. Only a few chosen ones lingered on his bed, long enough to allow the coldness to come back.

However, he was slowly dying. He may have a couple of years left to live, but there was not a wince of a sign on his face that shows his vulnerability—Terence, his close confidant, and the evil people who’d poisoned him—were the witness to this act of barbarity.

The steak garnish with Paris’ blood got served to Vampire. The aroma invaded his nose, but something made him swipe his finger on his steak.

The man dipped the finger in his mouth, and he tasted the delicate blood.

That made Terence’s eyebrows come together. ‘Master never eats human food, then why did he want to taste that?’ The man could only be stunned.

The Vampire instantly jolted out of his seat. Terence understood something went wrong with the steak. He sniffed, and all he could smell was a stench of blood—human blood.

But for the Vampire, it was the redolence that invaded his tongue with a sharp sweetness. And it was the most potent red fluid he’d tasted in his entire lifespan.

He scrambled his way among the people and admitted into the kitchen, looking for the one around this place. He pushed people out of the way to reach her.

The aroma of the food, the sizzling of the meat on the pan, the bubbling sauce on the gas stove with the several heartbeats in the room disturbing his power to hear HER heartbeat, he switches gear and focuses on the smell of HER blood.

Earlier, she’d blotted on the tissue papers, thrown in the trash can next to her.

With each step, his heart pounded, and his breath thinned as he got closer to her. The Vampire slowed down when he stared at the back of this brown-haired girl—who was busy preparing food. Her scent was too strong for him. He felt a storm brewing inside him, but he didn’t stop; his fangs had descended, his eyes were glowing blood red.

The closer he got to her, he felt an amazing mixture of curiosity and fascination. Paris turned around, and he felt a tightening on every muscle in his body. The Vampire barely saw her, as emotion swirled inside him, and he vanished out of there.

The Vampire sat away from the fireplace in his house, staring, burning his gaze fiercely at the flames.

“That girl?” Her scent filled his mind, but the blood taste lasted on his tongue, and he wanted more.

“I want her.” He shut his eyes. His mouth was salivating. “I want her blood.”

~*~

The next day, Terence contacted the catering company’s manager with more inquiry, and after questioning, Terence found out a girl named Paris working at the event.

“Find out who she is? Where does she live? I need to know everything about her.” The man ordered Terence.

“It could also be someone else?” Terence questioned.

The Vampire smirked. “It’s her.”

“How can you be so sure, Master?”

“Every server and chef working that night didn’t even come close to her scent. She’s the one.”

“How can you be so precise?” Terence was still doubtful.

“I went back to the restaurant and had a tasting menu. Unfortunately, the girl wasn’t there.”

“Bloody hell!” Terence exclaimed. “You know you can’t do that?”

“I don’t care... I need that blood, so do whatever it takes and bring me her blood.”

“Yes, Master.” Terence sighed.

~*~

Terence had set up a fictitious dinner for two at the Vampire’s residency, and Paris was highly recommended and suggested to send her alone.

In Paris’s mind, she thought she was exclusively hired for a job by some billionaire, to go to his house and cook a special dinner for his date.

Our lovely Paris adores this kind of lovey-dovey stuff, and to top it off, a man surprises his girl with a romantic dinner for two in an idyllic setting. ‘How romantic.’ She thought.

She was very excited about this small event, and she’d planned a perfect meal accordingly and packed extra goodness with her, like pink, red, and gold sprinkles and heart-shaped mold for desert.

~*~

But the Vampire had some other plans. In his business nature, he wanted to get Paris alone and talk and make a deal—a contract to supply her blood every two weeks, and in return, he would compensate her with one million dollars. That’s what he’d planned.

Paris got to his mansion a little earlier than expected. Outside of the iron gate, she was immediately awed by how big this dwelling was.

The guard inside the booth at the gate let her in upon her arrival and gave her admittance. Paris parked her car, and Terence greeted her at the door. She opened her car trunk to get the grocery out; Terence told her he’d help get everything out of her car. She was simply delighted.

Once they entered the house, Paris dropped her jaw at the sight of a richly decorated wall with arts and a beautiful chandelier hanging on from the ceiling, making a statement. The carpet she was walking on, she thought they would get dirty as she didn’t rub her shoes on the mat before entering.

“Wow, this house is so beautiful,” Paris said admirably. “Where’s the kitchen?” She asked.

“This way.”

They made their way to the kitchen, and Paris couldn’t believe the size of this kitchen.

“This kitchen is… huge. It makes my kitchen look the size of a microwave.” She giggled, then started getting the stuff out of the bags and began sorting them out. She thought to place refrigerated items in the fridge, so she opened the refrigerator, and her jaw fell open when she saw. “BLOOD!”

“Before you could get started on anything, the Master would require your blood sample… Miss—?”

Paris had collapsed.

~*~

“How clumsy?” The Vampire got irritated when he learned the girl had fainted. “Do you have to insist on telling her as soon as she came in?”

“It felt like she needed to know, so I blurted out. She would have discovered anyway, Master. Although she has this strong Aura emanating from her and I cannot put my finger on. She is also lovely.” Terence mentions.

The Vampire raised his brows.

“Oh, so, Terence thinks of someone beautiful. That’s the first. Besides, I don’t care if she’s beautiful. I just need her blood.” He scoffed.

“Don’t be rude. You don’t want to scare the girl, so I’d suggest keeping your fangs hidden.”

“And where is this beautiful person?” He asked.

“She is sleeping in the guest bedroom.”

“Fine.”

The Vampire knocked on the door to make sure she was awake, but he ducked in and welcomed himself inside the room when nobody answered.

He strolled towards this sleeping person, and his eyes fell on her brown hair, spread on the white pillow. The closer he got, he saw her face and took a fresh deep breath in, as if something inside him felt inspired.

Terence’s words were the utter truth. ’She does hold a strong Aura of mystique.

A small part inside his chest held jealousy for Terence, considering; he liked her.

The girl has been tucked under a velvet duvet cover on a queen-sized bed. She seemed small and vulnerable in this giant bed.

Next to the bed on a black leather chair was him sitting in wait for her to wake up.

Only one and a half minutes had passed, and he was already impatient. In the meantime, he couldn’t deny this pretty little person lying on the bed.

He’d a small grin on his lips, knowing that now everything will smell of her, which he secretly adored.

The Vampire got out of the chair and went and sat closed to her, the warmth from her body made him shift, and he moved even closer. He took into her angelic features and soaked himself in all her beauty. Slowly his eyes drifted down to her lips and subconsciously licked his own. His hand moved to touch her to brush his knuckles on her cheek.

No one has made his cold heartbeat like this before.

It was the first time he’d seen something so divine and was intrigued by it in a very long, long time.

“Where have you been all my life?”

He stared at the cover—covering her body, his mind was persuading him to unravel the tease hidden underneath, and he slowly removed the duvet cover.

His eyes scanned her fully clothed body and halts when he noticed her dress’s hem had raised, exposing her thighs and her creamy skin. He slowly went to pull the hem down to cover her; but, instead, he placed his hand on her, and his eyes closed on their own as he let out a moan in satisfaction. He loved her warm, soft human skin against his cold touch. It comforted him in a primal sense.

‘I shouldn’t.’ He thought to himself.

Disregarding, he grabbed a fistful of her flesh. ‘Fuck, I’m in trouble.’

The Vampire knew what he was doing. It was a dangerous desire, but his dishonorable action was only giving him peace of mind. He grazed her thigh, feeling her smooth, silky skin.

He inhaled her scent—intoxicated.

The thirst for her miracle blood stimulated his natural control, and under the influence of desire, he bends down when Paris’s blue eyes opened wide.

They stared back at his glowing red, and his eyes tossed between her eyes and lips; he noticed Paris was staring at him strangely, but he chose to ignore the look she gave, and without a second thought, he pressed his lips on hers and began to kiss her. The touch of her juicy plump pink lips that he so wanted to take a bite and taste the blood, but her moan, aroused him to do what wasn’t supposed to happen.

In a moonlight, a requisition occurred. Alexander had sunk his fangs into her neck’s delicate vein and sipped her blood; each drop tasted like ambrosia. He felt alive, an elixir of life, as the blood rushed through his vein.

‘He’s so strong.’ Paris tried to shove him and push him away.

That annoyed him. “MORE!” He said and pinned her hands over her head. A thought did not miss to cross his mind when he saw her laid underneath him.

‘My, my she looked sexy in this position.’

She indeed possessed a gift, a cure, the taste of her blood intensified, which caused him to desire to drink more. He latched his mouth on her neck again. Blood droplets rolled down his jaw as he feasted on her.

~*~

Paris was sobbing, sitting in the corner of that room, covering her neck with the duvet. Her painful cry filled the room, creating a wave of noise, leaving him numb and defeated. The Vampire stood hidden in the darknesses in case she panicked.

“What did you do?” She asked, and he slowly revealed and walked towards her, but she flinched and wedged herself further into the corner she was occupying. She was scared of him, and that bothered him so much.

“Paris…--” He began, but she cut him off.

“Stay away from me.” Her words stung him, making him a little angry, but he sighed. What he did to her was awful.

He watched her for several seconds. All Alexander could see was terror; the fear in her eyes spoke volumes. He didn’t know what to say but to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I lost control and got greedy.” He said, trying to ease the frightened young girl. It was a totally human response.

“W-who are you?”

“I’m a Vampire.” Her blue eyes shot up in horror.

“Are you going to kill me?” She sobbed, and more tears began to fall. “Please let me go. I-I-I won’t tell anybody, just let me go home, please...please spare me,” Paris said, promising him and pleading him for her life. Her body was shaking with fear. The sadness in Paris’s eyes hurt his soul.

A loss for words; there was nothing he could do or say that would rectify this situation. The damage was already done, and since there was no time for a good introduction, he left it at that. Alexander couldn’t stand that look of pain on her face, so the Vampire disappeared into thin air.

Paris scrambled up quickly, wiped her tears, and hastened out of the hell hole. Throughout the drive, the poor girl was crying and shivering badly. The throbbing pain in her neck also added to her misery.

~xXx~

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