Forever Immortal

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Ye are a wee thing, are nae ye?” he chuckled as he moved closer, letting his finger trail over my naked torso. “Nae much o’ a hunter, now are ye?”

  “Hey, asshole, you want to get to second base, you best buy me dinner first.”

  “Oh, wee one, ye are my dinner,” he chuckled darkly as he watched me test the ropes.

  “Is that so? Mmm, I don’t think you will like how I taste. I’ve been told that I am bitter.”

  “I bet ye taste like heaven, siren,” he growled as he let his hand move up to my face, cupping my cheek as I pulled away.

  “Get to the fun stuff already.”

  “The part where I drain ye, or the part where I tell ye why I ‘ave nae killed ye yet?”

  “I prefer neither, to be honest; it’s not you, it’s me. Fangs are a hard limit for me,” I laughed huskily, sensing the siren as she raised her head, peering out at the male before us. Now she wanted to come out and play? The bitch was bipolar and had one freaking need. Well, maybe two. To fuck, and to kill.

  “Hello, pretty,” he uttered as he stared at me through gold-flecked eyes. “And here they said ye were all but extinct.”

  “Did they?” I asked. “Probably because you and your kind hunted us down for sport,” I hissed.

  “Nae, ye doona get tae blame that on us, wee one. Ye slaughtered human men that would nae stay with ye, and so ye murdered the poor men. Ye brought it upon yourselves.”

  “Why don’t you come closer and I’ll show you why men enjoy us,” I said huskily, letting the siren within enter my voice. “I bet you picked up some tricks in your old age, didn’t you?”

  “Tempting, lass,” he smirked. “But ye are nae even me type. I prefer my lasses with oot sass.”

  “Isa?” Jesse groaned, and I turned, eyeing him as he came to. “Fuck, my stomach aches, and my mouth taste like ass.”

  “That’s blood coursing through ye, mon. My blood tae be exact.”

  I frowned as Jesse’s eyes went wide with horror. My graze dropped to the healed wound in his stomach and nausea rolled through my stomach. His head turned, and he stared at me. I knew what was running through his mind, because it was pounding in mine, too.

  “No,” he whispered.

  “Nae, nae yet,” the vampire said. “But I’m a hybrid vampire. I am born, which means ye will change with the simple drop I gave ye, or die if ye choose nae tae feed. That choice is yours.”

  My eyes closed as I exhaled slowly, fighting for strength to endure what would come if Jesse changed into one of them. I heard the emotion in his voice as he said my name over and over again. Slowly, I opened my eyes and turned, staring at him as the blood pounded in my ears.

  “No, Isa, he’s lying. You and me, forever, remember?” he pleaded.

  “Isn’t that cute?” the vampire crooned as he closed the distance between us and bit into his wrist. I turned, staring at him as his eyes turned golden and my pulse jumped. Jesus H. Christ, he really was a fucking hybrid? “It’s your turn, wee bonnie lass,” he uttered.

  I closed my mouth, begging the siren to fight with me, and yet she did nothing. I felt her with me, the calmness of her, as if she was growing bored with what was happening. His warm flesh touched against my lips, and I shook my head, fighting against it as his body pressed against mine. His free hand pushed against my jaw, forcing it open as the copper taste of him touched against my tongue. Instead of fighting it, I bit into his flesh, flashing emerald eyes as I sucked him in. His own eyes lit from within, as if his own monster was watching me.

  His hand that held my jaw released it, and something bellowed beside us as I drank deeply, sucking it down my throat as he watched me. I wanted to climb him, and sink him into my flesh. He was addictive. The taste of him against my taste buds exploded as I moaned around his flesh.

  “Jesus, she’s a beast,” someone else muttered.

  The vampire I fed from pushed my hair away from my eyes, watching me with a look of pure lust in his golden hybrid eyes until he pulled his arm away.

  “Isadora MacPherson, you look at me!” Jesse screamed, and I turned, staring at him with blood dripping down my chin. I groaned as my eyes swung back to the vampire I craved.

  “More,” I hissed as I licked my lips, and a sinful smile flitted over his lips as his stare grew heavy with lust.

  “Dayum, I want one,” the other vampire muttered, and my eyes moved to him, staring at him briefly before my gaze dropped to his frame and then slowly moved back to the vampire I’d tasted.

  “Nae, ye doona want one o’ them,” he growled.

  “Cian, I want one. Look at her,” he crooned as he stepped forward. “She’s fucking beautiful.”

  “She’s a fucking siren,” he growled harshly, and the other vampire stopped mid-step.

  “You’re fucking kidding, mon. She can nae be, they’re all but gone.”

  “Oh, the wee thing is definitely one. Ye smell that? That is her essence, luring us in. Everything aboot that creature is created tae bring men down tae theirs knees at her dainty wee feet. With nary a whisper o’ a word, she can destroy a man.”

  “Isadora, look at me. Push her away,” Jesse begged.

  “Nae, let the wee thing oot tae play,” Cian said. “I like her more,” he uttered as his friend brought over an assortment of knives laid out on a metal tray.

  “Use me,” Jesse snapped.

  “Play with me,” I begged in a husky tone. “Come play with me.”

  Cian’s mouth curved into a knowing smile as his golden eyes lifted to hold mine. He uttered words to the man who continued to unveil his torture table, and yet the only thing the siren processed was his power, his blood that coursed through her as he stood just out of reach. I watched as he lifted the shirt over his head to reveal thick coils of muscle and tattoos that littered his chest and arms as he turned back, watching me through hooded eyes.

  “I’m ready tae play with ye, siren.”

  No one paid attention to Jesse, who was screaming as he fought against the ropes that held him. The siren turned my head, staring at the tray of instruments he planned to use for torture before my lip curved into a smile. I felt her pulling back and screamed as I shivered with the change; the subtle exit of her sent a shock through my body, and I shivered violently as a moan expelled from my throat.

  “That’s nae normal, is it?” the other vamp asked as he took in my emerald-green eyes.

  “Nae, she’s a half-breed.” Cian stepped forward, his hand rose to touch my cheek, and I pulled away. My eyes burned with rage as I tasted the blood in my mouth and I kicked out, nailing him on the shin, which was way off from where I had aimed for, but blood was coursing through me, ancient, powerful blood that intensified everything. “Meet the real wee Isa,” he laughed huskily.

  “Nae, I liked the other one. This one seems almost human, aye?” He scoffed.

  “Almost, but nae immune tae my blood,” Cian said, staring at me with a dark look that terrified me, and made the siren perk up and take notice. Bipolar bitch needed to pick a side, and hopefully, she chose mine since she was a part of me. “We’re tae the fun stuff, Isa.”

  “My name is Isadora, asshole. My friends call me Isa, and you and me? We’re not there yet, sweetheart.”

  “Your siren enjoys me; maybe I’ll take her fer a ride later? I bet she lets me play with ye and more, aye?”

  “She doesn’t want your dick, asshole. She wants to rip out your throat. Besides, she’s bipolar at best, and nasty when she’s pissed off.” I watched him through narrow eyes as he reached for a blade and stepped in front of me.

  “I like it rough, ye ken? I actually prefer it that way. We’re going tae play a game. I’m going tae carve ye up, and the boy is going tae watch me. If he answers me truthfully, ye won’t feel as much pain. If he lies, I take a piece of ye, and ye get tae live with what is left.”

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bsp; “Sounds kinky,” I uttered as I turned to look at Jesse with a sad smile. “Remember that time I kissed your girlfriend, and she dumped you because I kissed better?” I asked.

  “Isa…”

  “I’m going to need you to go back to that day and remember how pissed off you were.”

  “You said the siren kissed her,” he frowned.

  “No, all me,” I replied as I watched the vampire moving closer. “I knew she was shallow, so I made out with her. I knew you’d find out, and you did. It was better you be mad at me than find out she’d slept with half the football team and the cheerleaders,” I babbled as my nerves started to tense.

  “The football team and the cheerleaders? Damn, I thought she looked exhausted.”

  I laughed as I turned to look at him. “She was,” I busted out laughing as he watched me.

  “Isa, you’re evil, but I love you,” he uttered as he swallowed hard.

  “I know,” I stated. “I’m going to need you not to give this asshole what he wants.”

  “I won’t,” he said as he closed his eyes and then turned away, staring up at the ceiling as the knife skimmed over my flesh.

  “Ye two are cute, how long ye been fucking one another?” Cian asked as I stared at the blade that kissed my flesh.

  “I’m a virgin,” I smirked as I lifted my eyes to his.

  “I can teste that theory if ye want,” he laughed huskily as he dragged the blunt edge of the blade over my flesh.

  The blade stopped, and I lifted my eyes to his, unwilling to watch as it pushed through my flesh. I felt it cut through it, pushing through the split between my ribs as a scream bubbled in my lungs. I refused to make a noise; at least, I refused until my mouth opened and I hissed until it rushed out as a scream of pain.

  “Hunters broke into a warehouse and took a female, where is she?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” Jesse said and the blade twisted as a whimper escaped my lips.

  “Wrong answer,” he hissed as he pulled the blade out and pushed into a new spot, missing every organ with precision as he pressed it deeper. I screamed as sweat beaded against my brow, the dripping of my blood running down my naked torso and over the thin panties I wore. Dripping against the metal tin that collected it. “I won’t ask ye again, ye understand? I will carve her flesh and feed it tae ye.”

  “You think we get told dick? We are nothing but the ones they send out to die, asshole. I cannot tell you, because I don’t fucking know. This wasn’t the plan, you never fucking…”

  “Silence, boy. Tsk, tsk,” his tongue clicked against his teeth as he bent over, licking a trail of my blood up to the knife. He twisted it as his eyes narrowed and his hand stilled. I whimpered as his eyes widened as he stared at me, even as I began to cave to the pain that took me into the black velvet of nothingness. “Fucking hell,” he snapped harshly. “Ye taste like sin.”

  Chapter 3

  Cian

  I watched the female, her pale skin smooth as the crimson blood dripped from the wound, sliding over the creamy white flesh until it dripped into the pan at her feet. She was utter perfection. Silver hair clung from her back in soft curls, emerald eyes focused, only to lose it with the pain I delivered. Her red lips opened as screams and moans escaped even as she tried to silence them.

  If they didn’t have my sister, I’d have enjoyed playing a more subtle game of cat and mouse with her, but this was fucking war. Adelaide was the sixth female to go missing from my kingdom, and I was tired of them thinking we wouldn’t fight back.

  My tongue ached to taste her blood again, to watch as she fed from mine. I hadn’t expected that, and at my age, it was hard to shock me. A siren hidden among hunters, now that was something you didn’t see every day either. Even more shocking was her emerald eyes, which belonged to an ancient order of sirens who ruled and coveted power.

  “She’s in and oot,” I growled as I turned, staring at the boy she’d joked with in the moments before being tortured.

  “Leave her alone,” he begged.

  “Tell me what ye ken aboot the women the hunters are taking and I will. Ye have my word.” I watched him as he shook his head.

  “I honestly don’t know dick about any women. We don’t take prisoners. We kill them all, no mercy. I didn’t do it, and neither did she. You know that already, so what the fuck is this?”

  “Ye ken ye should lie tae me aboot that, aye?” I snapped. “And I never promised tae be gentle or kind, nae did I?”

  “Would you spare her life if I did?” he asked as my eyes narrowed.

  “Ye love her,” I laughed wickedly.

  “Since the moment she broke Bobby’s nose for calling me a sissy. She was five.”

  “Pussy,” Lars laughed.

  “He was ten, I was four, and he was three times our size.”

  “Ouch,” I laughed as I turned, studying the blood that ran down her scantily-clad body. She was strong-minded, but then as a siren, she’d have to be to gain any control over it. Her breasts weren’t large but enough to fit in my hands perfectly. Her thin hips were tattooed with pink bows on them that sat just above her panties, something that drew the eye, and yet I could taste her pureness in her blood.

  She hadn’t lied; she was a virgin, and how she’d contained the siren was curious. There was an addiction in her blood; the call to feed from her was addictive. Fucking hunters and their messing with creatures they didn’t understand, they made her suppress her inner beast. When she finally let loose the hold she held, she’d fuck her way into next year, and my inner wolf preened at the idea of being the one she rode.

  “Your father comes, aye?”

  “Nae, he’s oot fer the week. He’s hunting down leads on the women. More went missing last week in the lowlands, and now the entire clan is coming tae find them. Fer now, we focus on that warehouse.”

  I knew the boy listened to every word, hung on them as if he thought he was escaping this dungeon that held him without some punishment. He wouldn’t be leaving here mortal, and his own kind would hunt him down for what he was, but I’d received an offer too good to pass up on. I’d be damn sure whatever the two shared was severed to teach him that deals with the devil had consequences.

  “Bring in the lass,” I ordered as I turned, staring at the boy who stared at the siren, unknowingly drawn to the sweet flesh that oozed her pheromones to any male close enough to smell them. Shit was heady, alluring, and deadly. It was a good thing I was immune, or I’d be so deep in her that they would never find me again with the scent her flesh was giving off.

  My eyes swung back to the female who rolled her head, emerald-green eyes ablaze with pain as she inhaled and whimpered. Fuck if my cock didn’t respond to the sweetness of her noises as I watched her coming alert to her predicament. Her lips parted as I stepped closer, dragging my index finger over those full, soft lips.

  “There’s me wee bonnie lass,” I uttered as I pushed my finger into the heat of her mouth, watching as she blinked. I withdrew it the moment her teeth crashed together to snap it off. “Ye like tae bite? I like tae bite too,” I growled as I moved closer, pressing my muscles against the soft curves of her body as I threaded my fingers through her hair, exposing the sweet curve of her neck. My tongue slid over her weak pulse as I let the incisors push from my gums. The moment I pushed against her neck, she moaned as if I’d entered her sweet cunt.

  Her body responded instantly, and hell if mine didn’t ignite with excitement at the arousal that slid between her thighs. She whimpered as I drank from her, sucking her life essence into my veins. She tasted of heaven and sex, her sweet noises increasing as I took more from her, slowly pulling away to watch her blood slide down her firm breast before I leaned over, flicking my tongue against the wound before cleaning the mess she’d made.

  My hybrid senses pulsed, sensing the wrongness of her as color brightened and my heart
thudded, beating faster as I pulled back, staring at her with the knowledge that her blood tasted different from others, and it wasn’t the siren within that created it. My mind refused to acknowledge what my blooded heart felt. It didn’t matter what my body did, or how it reacted. She was a hunter, bred to hunt down and murder my kind. That was just fucking fine with me, because I’d been created to face her kind head-on. So what the fuck was the universe thinking with this sick joke?

  I wasn’t known for having mercy either, and I enjoyed playing with my food. Her eyes opened and her mouth moved, but no words escaped past her lips. Her blood coated my flesh, ran through my veins, and I felt her arousal as she hung there, helpless to do aught but what I allowed her to.

  “Sweet girl,” I crooned as I moved closer, kissing her lips as my fangs scraped over her delicate lip, letting her taste her own blood as she moaned against me. Fuck, she was addicting to taste. Her arousal made my balls twinge, and worse, the more noises she made, the more my cock stood to attention. “Wake up; it’s time tae play with me.” My voice was thick, husky from the taste of her blood mixed with the scent of her sweet flesh.

  “No,” she hissed. “Didn’t even buy me dinner first, you dick,” she uttered through bloodied lips swollen from the slice I’d placed there. My hand loosened against her hair as I licked the wound, closing it. A smile tugged against my lips as her words registered.

  “I told ye, ye are my dinner, lass. Yer pussy is wet fer me,” I pointed out crudely, watching as she lifted her eyes to mine, studying them as she realized she was in control, and that her cunt wept to be fucked still, even though her siren had burrowed into her. Everything that was masculine inside of me growled at her reaction to me. “It’s all ye, she has nae even peeked through those bonnie green eyes o’ yours.”