Bound to the Vampire: Vampire Warriors, #1

By Sabrina C Rose

Her magic makes her a target. Falling for her hotter-than-hell vampire rescuer might get her killed...

Kayla's magic is dangerous. If it destabilizes, it'll level a city block in minutes. A power, every supernatural in the city wants a piece of.

Which is why she's spent her entire life suppressing it. A resounding success until she's kidnapped then rescued by a brooding sexy-as-sin vampire whose touch makes her magic explode from her.

Which absolutely can't happen.

Not when containing her magic was the only thing keeping them alive...

If you love fast-paced romances with steam, high-tension, hot protective vampires, and feisty heroines, this one is for you.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sabrina C Rose
• Release date: Nov 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215311509

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BOUND TO THE

VAMPIRE

VAMPIRE WARRIORS BOOK 1

SABRINA C ROSE

BOUND TO THE VAMPIRE

Copyright © 2022 by Sabrina C Rose

All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this publication only. Published in the United States of America by Sabrina C Rose.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

For information visit: www.sabrinacrose.com

Book Cover design by Moore Book Designs

Line Edits: Zainab of Heart Full of Reads

First Edition

A woman is unstoppable after she realizes her power.

You are powerful.

You are unstoppable.

Before you read

Hello Gorgeous!

One quick thing before we jump in.

Bound to the Vampire is Book 1 of a multi-part, ongoing serial story. Book 1 contains episodes 1-14 and is about 50,000 words.

Each book is written like a tv episode, where readers can enjoy a full story in one sitting. Please note that while each part contains a full story, they must be read in order and open loop to the next.

Bound to the Vampire is pre-published as a serial on my website, and once an arc is complete, the episodes are bundled into an ebook for readers who prefer that format.

The story is currently ongoing with no scheduled end date.

1

KAYLA

You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!

Kayla stared at several tiny purplish spider-like veins spreading across the lines of her palms in disbelief. Her tonic could not be flaking out on her now. Not tonight. Not on the biggest night of her life.

I have a date with Brian. You get that hands? Brian.

She’d spent weeks sending him flirty glances in class, and he finally, finally, noticed she existed a couple of days ago. And tonight was their big night. Their first date. Well, kind of. He’d asked if she’d planned to attend the homecoming afterparty and she’d said yes. It was practically the same thing.

Ever since she’d seen Brian walking across the quad, she knew she had to have him. On top of being a walking hair commercial with a mane that screamed to be pulled while in the throes of passion, he had the most devastating pair of gray eyes she’d ever seen. She couldn’t pass that up.

And she couldn’t very well thread her fingers through his thick dark curls if her hands were threatening to explode at any minute. So, her hands needed get their act together. Weeks of flirty eye contact couldn’t go to waste.

Please don’t do this to me. Pretty please!

The color deepened and her palms grew hot out of defiance.

Fine. If they didn’t want to stop their nonsense, then she had something for them. She’d just have to up her dosage again.

Racing to the mirrored dresser at the far end of her room, Kayla ripped open the top drawer and raked through every sock, panty, and bralette she owned until her fingers touched the black velvet box hidden in the very back.

Barely a centimeter from it, the box flew from the drawer and slugged her in the gut.

Ouch!

That was going to leave a nasty bruise. Biting the inside of her cheek, she rubbed her stomach until the pain eased, then pressed the lock to open it. A box full of tear-shaped glass vials chimed as she sorted through them.

No, no, no!

All of them were empty.

She couldn’t be out. There should be at least a half dozen full vials left. How had she lost count? She triple-checked to be sure. Yep, all empty.

Shit. She slammed the lid closed and threw the box back into the drawer. On impact, the heavy dresser screeched across the wood floors. It had taken two men and a healthy dose of magic to get it into her room in the first place. Now, it had no trouble scraping across her hardwoods in what sounded like metal cutting through stone.

She leaped back. Shh, please be quiet.

Unfortunately, it kept its momentum until it hit the wall with a loud boom.

A deafening silence followed. Her breath caught in her throat. Was it too much to hope that her roommate had her earphones in?

She really, really, really didn’t want her roommate to come bursting into the room to investigate.

Kay, is everything alright in there? Breanne asked from the living room.

Fuck.

Please don’t come investigate, please don’t come investigate.

Their creaky floor betrayed Breanne’s footfalls as she disembarked from the couch.

Kayla’s head snapped up to her bedroom door, then back down to her now glowing palms. Breanne couldn’t see her like this.

In agreement, streams of purple mist spurted from the glowing center of her palms. Balling her fists into her clothing, she shot into her bathroom as Breanne’s footsteps stopped at her door.

It was decided—the entire universe was against her tonight. She gave her rogue hands the evil eye.

Get yourself under control. She couldn’t lose it when there was an innocent in the house. That was the last thing she needed—to blow up her only friend—because she couldn’t keep her magic from bursting out of her.

Breanne knocked.

Hey, everything okay? she asked. Kayla? Her voice became clearer as her door squealed on its hinges.

I’m fine, just in the bathroom, Kayla croaked from the opposite side of the door, straining to hear her roommate’s next move. Breanne walked to her bed.

Kayla’s face grew hot like she’d lit a bonfire next to her cheek, which was not far from the truth.

The tips of her fingers lit like matches. The open flames blackened the cream-colored bathroom door and caught fire.

She soared backward and fiddled with the faucet until a jet of cold water poured out. She thrust her hands in a makeshift cup under the cold tap and threw water at her door until the budding flames went out. Charred streaks remained, though.

Shit. There went their security deposit. Her dad was going to kill her.

Are you really okay in there? Breanne’s voice pinched in concern.

Yeah, I’m fine. The words came flying out of her mouth unconvincingly fast as she reached for a towel to dry the wet floor.

Did you hear that noise? It sounded like…I don’t know, screaming or something.

No, I didn’t hear anything. Still too fast and even less convincing. Instead of letting Breanne come to that same conclusion, she changed the subject. Are you dressed for the party yet?

Yep, I’m good to go. You?

Ha! She wished. She was too busy trying to keep her hands from becoming Satan’s personal tools of doom.

Uh, I’m getting ready now. A complete lie, but a little white lie never hurt anyone.

No rush. I have to study anyway.

Okay, she croaked with a false cheeriness.

It only took a few minutes to hear the hardwoods in the hallway squeak as Breanne traveled back to the living room.

Kayla relaxed. Well, as much as she could while trying not to set the entire apartment building on fire. A problem she needed to rectify post haste if she was ever going to get to that party.

She slid her phone from her back pocket to text her dealer, but was caught by the time.

8:00 pm.

That was it? She’d taken her tonic before dinner. It could not have possibly wore off that quickly. It should’ve taken her past midnight at least.

Unless she hadn’t taken a full dose. She’d done it before when she’d been so busy it slipped her mind. And she had busy in spades these days with midterms coming up. Classes were pounding on her hard. Not to mention, today was Friday. With back-to-back classes all day, she was swamped.

Her only bright spot was her evening class with Brian. Sure, Econ 301 was her hardest class but sitting next to Brian made it worth it.

As long as she got there early. If she didn’t, the seat next to him would be taken. And that was completely out of the question.

It was the reason she’d spent the first half of the semester getting her timing just right. With her Friday schedule as it was, she barely had enough time in the half hour window between classes to shovel her dinner, get to her apartment to shower and brush her teeth before racing across the quad to make it to class to snag a seat.

In her haste, she might not have taken the full dose before class.

One could hope.

Drying her hands, Kayla retraced her steps. The sole survivor tonic had to be here somewhere.

Her eyes scanned the bathroom first. A slight sparkle caught her eye. There, sitting on the ledge of her bathtub next to her lemon scented soap, sat a half-empty vial of clear liquid.

Relief clamored inside her ribcage as she uncorked her tonic and downed it in one shot. She nearly cried real tears of joy.

After a few moments, the purple swirling mist dissipated leaving her with clear, non-burning, cool to the touch, regular ole human palms.

Thank you, foremages.

Now, she only had to make sure they didn’t go haywire tonight. She dried her hands, then grabbed for her phone to text the alchemist who brewed her tonic.

The day she’d walked into Chem’s broken-down hole-in-the-wall fake Psychic Readings storefront was the day he’d changed her life.

The instant she told him what she needed, he went on to produce pure gold. Up until then, every one she’d tried only lasted a few minutes before her magic became destructive again. He brewed the only tonic that actually worked.

Even after a year, it worked like a charm. Sure, she had to tweak the dosage every now and then, but it amazed her that he could fashion her such a strong brew out of a few household ingredients and a pop of magic.

He was good. Too bad, he knew it too.

Everything about the foul-mouthed mage made her want to wretch. He swore like it was his religion, didn’t care about balance or magical secrecy or any of the other foremages’ teachings, and he was ridiculously rude.

If Chem hadn’t been the best damn alchemist that had ever lived, she would have told him to go screw himself a long time ago. But she was desperate.

She steeled herself and texted him.

Hey Chem, I need a favor.

I’m all out of tonic.

It wasn’t long before he texted back.

Already? What the fuck?

Yeah, I’m out.

I just made you some a month ago. It should’ve lasted you for at least three.

What fucking happened?

You selling my shit?

No, I’m not selling it.

Then, I repeat: what the fuck happened?

You’re not overusing it, are you?

Shit.

It’s just to take the edge off, right?

If by taking the edge off, he meant getting rid of her magic altogether, then yes. Though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t like it if she told him that. She scrambled for an answer.

I accidently dropped some and it spilled.

What the fuck? It’s not easy making that shit, you know. I can’t just go outside and collect lawn clippings, say abra-fucking-cadabra and miraculously it’s made.

Could have fooled her. Every time she’d ordered a batch, he had it ready within a day. Two at the most.

After a minute he texted.

How much do you need?

A case of it.

Whatever you have.

Maybe I can scrounge enough together to make a half batch. When do you need it?

Kayla did the calculation in her mind. That would barely last three weeks if she tried to stretch to two tonics a day instead of three.

Now.

When Chem didn’t respond right away, she texted,

Please, as a favor?

You sure you’re not inhaling that shit? It’s to use sparingly.

If your magic is giving you that much hell, you don’t need this. You need to learn to control it.

Come on, don’t grow a conscience now, Chem. She rolled her eyes. He sounded like her father.

I told you I spilled what I had.

Dead air followed. Foremages, she wished she could see his face right now. After a long minute, she started to sweat. Maybe she should respond back, tell him it was no big deal, she had a handle on it. Just as she started to text him again, his text came in.

What time do you want to swing by?

I was hoping you’d bring it to me.

Another pause. She was definitely pushing his limits.

When and where.

She texted him the time and address to the party. After another long minute, he replied.

Fine. $1500.

Are you freaking kidding me? That’s double the price of a full batch.

Don’t be an ungrateful little shit.

This is a rush job with delivery.

Take it or leave it.

Now he wanted to be a heartless greedy bastard? Where was that caring compassionate soul from a minute ago?

I can do $450 now and the rest when I get back home.

I’m going to pretend you didn’t just text that shit to me. 1500 cash. Clean.

Do you know how impossible it is to get that much clean cash???

That sounds like your fucking problem. No money, no tonic.

Fine, I’ll have it.

You better. I don’t have time to play anymore fucking games today. I already got stiffed once. I’m doing you a favor.

Remember that.

Got it.

Jackass.

I’ll let you know when I’m on my way. Clean cash only. I’m fucking serious.

How was she going to get that much clean cash on such short notice?

The night hadn’t even started and it was already turning into a steaming pile of dog poo. On top of everything else, she had to figure out how she was going to convince her bodyguard to take her off route to the bank. Derrek was a stickler for the rules and convincing him was going to be an epic mage battle in itself.

Yay. Not.

The odds were not in her favor but getting to see Brian was worth it.

She inwardly sighed, then shook her head. She’d just have to cross that