A Vampire's Fury: A Gritty Urban Fantasy Novel (Rouen Chronicles Book 8)
Raven Steele & Ava MasonDrip, drip, drip. The smell of rust and sewage filled the air, and my nose flared in disgust. I tried to open my eyes, but they were too heavy. My fingers twitched, but I couldn’t move anything else. So I focused on my senses.
Was I in hell? By the distinct smells, it definitely wasn’t heaven. Not my version if it, anyway.
The air was cool but damp, and the sounds of a scampering mouse drew near. I could hear it sniffing, its little hairs on its nose trailing the ground, coming closer to me. Blood sloshed through its little body, sparking a hunger inside me. It grew until it was overwhelming, and I tried to reach my hand again, but no part of my body would move. The little squeaker drew closer, his tiny footfalls echoing in my mind, until I felt its tickling nose sniffing the tips of my middle finger.
Pain shot through my hand as small teeth clamped down into my skin, and I yelped. My hand moved on its own accord in instinct, trying to capture the poor creature. I missed and little feet scampered off in a hurry towards the far side of the room.
I groaned, head pounding, smelling my own blood from the bite. I slowly dragged it to my lips. The flavor sparked on my tongue as I sucked it into my mouth. I rested my hand back onto the floor, cold and covered in tiny poop pellets beneath the palm of my hand. It was concrete.