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Chapter two

EPOV

"Bonsoir, monsieur Cullen!" Jasper, the guard at my front door, greeted. The red hue around his blue eyes glowed brighter. I could feel the control I had over him tighten.

I walked through my foyer, leading into a large outdoor courtyard. When the moon was full, the light is to align on the family crest. The crest was a circle, and in the middle was a star with eight points, the center had a name, and each point had a dot at the end that glowed a different color.

I passed the crest and when straight to my bathroom where I had to strip my blood-stain clothes. The marks on my back were healing quickly. I could not stop thinking about what happened and an hour ago.

The movement of bodies across the dance floor was too much to handle. It is overcrowded tonight. I crossed through the sea of bodies to where Emmett sat every night.

"Welcome back. My friend, have a seat." Emmett said. He was broad and sturdy, and his shoulder-length hair was curly. Tonight, he was wearing a tight-fitted blue shirt that matched his equally glowing blue eyes. "What can I do for you?"

"I want someone small with long brown hair and brown eyes. She has to be slender with small breasts." I knew what I wanted for weeks now. She appeared in my dreams a month ago, and after that, no other could satisfy me, so I had to make do.

"Ah, the usual, I see." He winked. I had only made this request twice.

He closed his eyes, and then, not even a minute later, a small girl appeared at the table. She had on a silky, dark, knee-length dress.

"Is she legal?" I asked. Her youthful looks made it seem like she was a child. I was looking for a woman. "If you lie, you will die tonight." I made sure to keep eye contact with Emmett. His mind was blank.

"I know you will kill me, but sir, I am not lying to you." He stood up with both hands raised. Not once did I break my eye contact.

"Let's go." Grabbing the woman before me by her arms, I dragged her to the back of the club. We entered one of the back rooms Emmett installed for reasons like these. I pulled her toward the bed and let her go.

"I am for your pleasure, sir." Her voice was small, yet hearty, and her pose was submissive.

"Remove your dress," she did as I commanded. I removed my shirt but kept my pants. This would be quick. "Turn around." Her body was facing the bed. My eyes were zeroing in on her neck.

I let my instincts take over and bit down on her warm, delicious neck. She started withering and moaning against me. I controlled myself, not taking too much blood from her. When I pulled back, some of the blood squirted onto my chest. I licked the wounds I left. Her body was shaking, but she got on the bed with her ass up and pussy drenched.

"Please, take me." She begged. I grinned, licking my blood-stained lips.

The warm shower felt divine against my skins. The blood strengthened my body; after feeding, I become sensitive to my senses. I felt powerful.

When I exited the bathroom fully dressed, I felt a burning sensation throughout my body. My first instinct was to curl into a ball where I was at, but something told me to go to the family crest. As I walked out to the courtyard, I was staggered by a bright light.

The crest was glowing a bright blue color. It felt as if a tornado was blowing through the courtyard, whirling around all the dead leaves and dust.

"Isabella," I heard a soft voice whisper. I looked around, but there was no one. Suddenly, all the lights went out, and the whole place was silent.

"You need her." The voice whispered again. All the lights came back on, and the burning sensation stopped.

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