Sex, Blood & Revenge

By Melanie Cantor

This vampire love story continues. Mina and Adam are planning a wedding, but planning a wedding for two vampires has its obstacles. Between the invitations, the dress and the honeymoon also comes unwanted houseguests, uninvited advances, un warranted attacks and unexpected gifts.

This chapter in Mina and Adam's story is full of blood, battles and as always passion. Old friends and foes come back into their lives, stir things up and change things forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melanie Cantor
• Release date: Nov 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311594488

Melanie Cantor

Grew up in Philadelphia, went to Hussian School of Art where I graduated with honors with an A.A. in Graphic Arts. I have had some short stories printed in some adult papers distributed in New York, New Jersey and Philadelphia and this is the first time I have tried my hand at writing a full length novella.I'm a mom and a wife and now currently living still in Philadelphia and working as a graphic artist in New Jersey.

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Sex, Blood, and Rock ’n’ Roll

By Melanie Cantor

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Published by Melanie Cantor at Smashwords

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Copyright 2013 Melanie Cantor

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Thank you!

To my family and friends for all your suggestions and opinions, whether I listened or not.

Also thank you so much to my editor Rich Dalglish who so gracefully helped me mold this book into what it is today with his wonderful editing skills and critique.

Dedication

To anyone, friend or stranger who have downloaded, read and enjoyed my books.

I greatly appreciate your support.

Table of Contents

Title page

Copyright

Thank you

Dedication

Chapter 1: Drowning my heartache in a pint of Chunky Monkey

Chapter 2: You’re not making this very appealing

Chapter 3: My maid of honor is M.I.A.

Chapter 4: Shut up, Mi! You look fucking beautiful

Chapter 5: You just acted like a dog pissing on a tree

Chapter 6: He’s a fucking animal

Chapter 7: You have no idea how much I needed that

Chapter 8: Living with him must be quite the temptation

Chapter 9: Nice one, man. Thanks for sharing

Chapter 10: Maybe we should move up the wedding

Chapter 11: If we don’t leave, I am going to rip off all your clothes and have my own V party.

Chapter 12: I don’t think adoption is the best idea for two vampires, babe.

Chapter 13: I’m just not willing to give up that easily

Chapter 14: I don’t want to kill him, but I will if I have to

Chapter 15: Come little chicken … I’m going to chew you up and spit out your guts

Chapter 16: She just wanted to spend a day at IKEA

Chapter 17: Miracles happen all the time

Chapter 18: But if they’re there, it’s not gay, right

Chapter 19: I’m not stupid, don’t fuck with me

Chapter 20: I don’t have to know about the blood-sucking part

Chapter 21: Look at you, crying like a weak child—who’s disgusting now

Chapter 22: Yeah, I thought it was a nice touch

Chapter 23: Sounds like you boys had fun

Chapter 24: What did I do

Chapter 25: I’m really doing this, aren’t I

Chapter 1

Drowning my heartache in a pint of Chunky Monkey

Darla

Standing in front of Mina’s house, my mind went into a whirlwind of emotions. I walked to the corner and hailed a cab without even thinking about it. The yellow car pulled up to the curb, and I opened the door and gave the driver my address. I sat in the back seat, thinking about everything that had just happened. I had walked into my girlfriend Naomi’s office earlier that day and found her in the arms of her ex-boyfriend Jack. She had dated him just before dating me, and he had treated her like garbage. I didn’t know which was worse, that she was cheating on me or that she was cheating with a man who had treated her so badly.

I had finally allowed myself to fall in love and trust someone with my heart, and I got kicked in the face. That wasn’t what I signed up for, not what I thought it would be.

In my depressed state, I went to my best friend, seeking some understanding and a means to an end. But instead, we fought. I had only asked her to turn me, to make me like her, a vampire. I thought that once I was turned, my heartbreak would stop, that this pain, this unbearable pain I feel, would cease. I wanted to be thinking of blood rather than love lost. But she had refused. It was the only thing I’d asked of her, and she wouldn’t do it. How could she think I was too emotional to make that decision? Emotions are what drive us to do everything in life; how could a person be too emotional?

The car hit a pothole, jolting me back to reality. As I gazed out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur, my cell phone buzzed against my leg. I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. It was Mina. I sent it to voicemail, same as I’d been doing to Naomi all night. I was sure I had at least a dozen voicemails from her by now. Did she think I would just forgive her? She must be delusional! Just as I was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, it buzzed again. It was a text from Mina asking me to call her. I knew ignoring her was cruel, that it would drive her crazy, and I felt bad about that. But I just couldn’t talk to her then.

That’ll be nine dollars, Miss, the cab driver said. I paid him twelve bucks and got out of the car. I stood in front of my apartment building and began to cry again. My head was starting to hurt, my stomach was still in knots, and I was beginning to feel as if I hadn’t slept in days. I walked into my apartment, shut the door behind me, and collapsed onto my couch, burying my face in my hands and letting the tears flow freely.

Eventually, I made my way into the kitchen. I opened the freezer, pulled out a pint of ice cream, and locked myself in my bedroom. As I lay in my bed, drowning my heartache in a pint of Chunky Monkey, I heard my phone ringing over and over again. I muted the horror movie playing on my flat screen television to listen to the first message, but as soon as I heard Naomi’s voice, I turned up the volume on the TV. I lost count of how many messages she’d left, and I turned my cell phone off because she wouldn’t stop calling that, either. I put the empty ice cream container on the nightstand and buried my head under my comforter, crying myself to sleep.

I woke up the next afternoon and dragged myself out of bed to pee. On the way out of the bathroom, I walked past the answering machine and saw the number 34 blinking over and over again. Wow, I thought. That’s a lot of messages. I checked the caller ID and saw they were all from Naomi, none from Mina. She must have finally realized I needed to cool off.

In the light of day, and after a night of crying, I realized I shouldn’t have been so upset with Mina. As much as I wanted this heartbreak to end, I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to end my life and turn me into a vampire. She was right. As curious as I was about the life of the undead, a lost love was not the right reason to change. Not ready to talk to her just yet, I turned on my cell phone and texted her. Apologizing was not easy. Admitting I was wrong just goes against the grain for me, so I would have to build up to it. Since I wasn’t prepared to eat crow just then, I kept the text simple.

I turned my cell phone off and headed back to the bedroom. But my phone rang again. I listened to the message this time. Darla, honey, please pick up. Naomi paused, giving me the chance to answer the phone. I continued heading into the bedroom, crawling into bed as I listened. Okay, I just wanted to let you know that I got someone to cover your shifts this week. I want you to come back to the bar, even if you won’t talk to me. Our issues shouldn’t affect your job here. I could hear the misery in her voice. But I wish you would talk to me and let me explain, please. She gave up when I didn’t pick up. Um … all right, I love you. Then she hung up. She sounded so pitiful. Good.

My head in the pillow, I considered what I could do to feel better. I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a joint, lit it, and drew it in deep. I held it for as long as I could, and then I blew out a long stream of smoke. After a few more hits I began to relax, wishing I had thought of getting high the night before. I looked in the drawer and spotted my pink phone book, which I hadn’t looked at in months, not since I’d been with Naomi. That’s what I needed, to get laid. Fucking someone else would make me feel better and help me forget about Naomi. After flipping through the pages, I finally came across a few names I had labeled F.T.F. (Friends that fuck). I had both girls and guys on the list and thought about which would be more retribution for me. That’s when I found the number that gave me the most satisfaction to call—Alex.

Chapter 2

You’re not making this very appealing.

Darla

Naomi and I had bumped into Alex about a month before at a party. He had flirted his ass off with me, and it really pissed her off. It would certainly feel good to fuck him and get back at Naomi in a big way. It would be the perfect revenge. I turned my cell phone back on and listened to it buzz after it started up. I ignored the dozens of text messages and voicemails from Naomi and Mina and dialed Alex’s number.

Well, well, look who it is, he answered.

Hey there, stranger.

It’s been a long time, Dar, you missing me? he asked, his voice low and full of flirtation.

What are you doing tonight?

You, if I’m lucky, he said. No games with Alex, he was always straight and to the point.

What time can you come over?

As soon as you want me there. Just like a guy. He could be in the middle of brain surgery and would drop the drill to get laid.

I laughed and said, Just give me a few hours, stud.

After we hung up, I dragged myself into the bathroom to shower and shave. I slipped into a pair of black cotton panties and a pink cami. There was no sense in getting dressed in actual clothes. Alex never wasted any time, which was exactly what I needed.

Alex was tall, about six feet two inches, and his skin was the color of coffee with cream. He had hazel eyes and a killer smile. His body was absolutely amazing, ripped and slender. I had to admit I loved running my fingers over his abs. He was at my door two hours later, in blue scrubs, sporting a cocky grin and flashing me his perfect teeth. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Just get in here, Alex, I said, pulling him into the apartment.

I’m glad you called, he said as he walked over and wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me into him. He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head. I don’t know why I did that. Hadn’t I invited him over for some much-needed affection?

You want a drink? I asked, walking into the kitchen. I needed some alcohol. The weed was wearing off, and I needed something to take the edge off. I was starting to think about Naomi again, but missing her instead of hating her.

No, thanks, I’m on call tonight. He watched me pour myself a shot of whisky and swallow it down. As I poured another one, I felt his arms around me and his breath against my ear. What’s going on, Darla, what’s with the drinking?

Nothing, I replied. I’m fine. I turned to face him and began kissing him. He responded, running his hands down my back and around my bottom, his fingers slipping under my panties. A sick feeling took over my body, and I abruptly pushed him away. He stood in front of me, looking bewildered.

Darla, what the hell?

I’m sorry, I said. I needed to push through this. I just felt a little lightheaded from the whiskey, I lied and leaned back in for another kiss. Sex with Alex would help me get over Naomi, I just knew it. It had to. What other options did I have? He kissed me back, pressing against me. His scrubs didn’t do much to hide anything, and he was rock hard and ready to go. I was beginning to feel sick again, but I didn’t push away this time. I swallowed back the pain and the tears.

I took his hand in mine and led him to my bedroom. He undressed, and I stood there looking at his body. He had beautiful brown skin that emphasized his hard-worked muscles. He was slender, but every muscle in his body was defined, his chest, arms, and especially his abs. If I hadn’t preferred to be with women, Alex would have certainly been on the top of my list of boyfriends. He has always tried to convince me to get more serious with him but was just as happy with the sex alone. He turned and sat on the bed, motioning for me to join him. I walked slowly toward to him, trying to smile and look sexy, but his face fell.

Darla, you’re not making this very appealing, he said. I didn’t know what he was talking about. I stopped and frowned at him.

Shit, Alex, I thought I looked pretty good! I looked down at myself, wondering if had I had gained weight or something.

Babe, you’re crying. He walked over and ran his fingers across my cheek, showing me his wet fingertips.

Damn it! I said and ran for the bathroom to pull myself together. I rinsed my face off and stood in front of the mirror. My long, curly red hair lay in waves around my pale face. My blue eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles underneath showed I had