Steadily, the bite mark on his neck fades away. 'Oh, come to think of it -' I stuff my wrist into his mouth, forcing him to drink. You came to New Orleans, went on a tour and now you will go back home,' I bite my wrist until there is enough blood to make the man forget his traumatic experience.
I roll my eyes in resignation and start to compel him. The human in my arms whimpers and I slowly open my eyes, looking down upon him. I THROW BACK MY head and relish in the taste of the blood, as some rivulets cascade down my chin. Thank you! I appreciate the support a lot.ĬHAPTER SIX - THE BABY AND THE DEAL WITH THE WITCHES This chapter is dedicated to an amazing follower, Musical_abyss, for that awesome comment that you wrote on my fifth chapter and for voting for my every part in this book so far. I suggest that you watch the shows to understand some occurrences.Īll rights go to The Originals television show on the CW, and Lisa Jane Smith (the author), except the characters and events that are purely of my imagination. This book is based and inspired by the Originals, with a tinge of the Vampire Diaries.
