Blood Red Kiss Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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Who knows, but I slept with the light on for the rest of the night, tossing and turning even worse than before.

Sleep eventually found me again, and this time Hans did not. I woke up to the sound of a car horn tooting on the street. With a groggy head, I pinched myself hard, half-expecting Hans Weyer to step out from my wardrobe. But no.

Just a dream.

My housemates were at work when I pulled myself out from under the covers at just gone midday. The house was empty, and I was like a ghost as I mulled around, getting myself a breakfast-lunch. I most definitely avoided jam. Strawberries could leave me alone for the foreseeable. Possibly for ever.

My toes were still sore from the pounding on cobbles, and I felt like I really had run a marathon. All of my muscles were aching. It was crazy, what I’d done, running around the streets in nothing but a satin slip. I wondered if I’d been seen, flashing myself as I ran. I could have been arrested – or worse.

I was shaking when I got dressed for work, trying to talk rational sense into my stupid imagination.

The dream wasn’t real. Hans Weyer wasn’t chasing me. Hans Weyer didn’t hit the spot. Hans Weyer most definitely isn’t a vampire. Vampires don’t even exist.

I buttoned up my freshly washed and ironed crip white blouse. I made sure my bun was tight and neat, and made sure my foundation was solid enough to keep my skin glowing, as though I hadn’t just spent a night on the run.

I wished it was summer as I set off on my way to Regency. The nights were already drawing in, and the air was chilling more every day. It was especially eerie when I reached the cobbled street, and I made a dash for it on instinct, despite getting strange looks from passers-by.

I figured I’d calm down when I reached the other side without anyone chasing me, but I jumped a mile when a bus pulled up and a group of girls climbed off, cackling and dressed up as witches.

I needed to get a hold of myself before I got to the bar. I’d be the worst barmaid in creation if I was wide-eyed in panic, too shaky to so much as hand over a beer. Eliza would probably fire me on the spot if I spilt red wine over someone’s tailored suit across the bar.

Red wine.

Blood-red wine.

Hans Weyer drinking blood-red wine.

I could have screamed at myself. On some level I even wished my grandma was standing there next to me, pulling her usual nasty face about how stupid my fairytale reality was.

I did my best to imitate her.

Katherine, grow up. You’re being a fool over a ridiculous night terror.

You probably embarrassed yourself in front of half of Hyde Street. They were likely peeping through their curtains at you. Stupid girl.

I gathered myself at the staff door of Regency, my last chance at coming back to my senses. I took a breath and braced myself, pasting on the closest attempt at a natural smile I could manage.

I stepped into the hall, closed the door heavily and hurried to the staffroom. I hung up my coat on the hanger, hung up my bag alongside it, and then I made my entrance into the bar, praying to hell I didn’t look as scatter-brained as I felt.

Here goes…

I was ready to face it…

Face him…

But no. There was nothing to face.

The anti-climax was powerful. Hans was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Frederick, or Benjamin, or Stephan or Max or the gang. The place was virtually empty, with Eliza serving a solitary George Miller his regular whisky.

“Where is everyone?” I asked her when she was done.

She shrugged. “You tell me. Something must be happening somewhere else in the city. The place has been dead since I opened the door.”

I wanted to feel relief, but I didn’t. I got the most bizarre sense of disappointment as I scouted the empty seats, a distant part of me aching to see my dream stalker.

Stupid girl.

I shrugged it off along with Eliza.

“Maybe there was a polo game over in Cirencester?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I checked the calendar.”

“Is it someone’s birthday? One of the Barons?”

“Not that I know of. We’d normally get to know in advance.”

“Strange,” I said.

“Very,” she agreed.

George Miller was known as an eccentric, but I’d never heard him laugh as he laughed across the bar at us. His grin was almost feral as his hand clutched his whisky.

“They’ve been barred,” he cackled. “All of them, forbidden.”

Eliza pulled a face at him.

“Forbidden from here? Who?”

“Everyone.” He kept on laughing. “But I like breaking the rules.”

She walked on up to him, with genuine concern on her face.

“Are you feeling ok, George? Do you want a mineral water instead of your whisky?”



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