My Vampire System novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Fake Peter

In the dark alley away from the prying eyes of others, the two of them stood there in shock as they watched Peter feasting on a human body. Even though they were now only a few feet away from them, Peter continued to rip chunks of flesh from the body and shoving it in his mouth, as if he had been deprived of food for weeks.

Seeing the shocking sight, Layla could no longer stomach it. She turned her head away and felt like she was about to throw up, but before she did Vorden grabbed her, turning her back around and looked her in the eye.

"Don’t throw up, keep it in. we can’t leave anything behind. It would leave clues for them to find out we were here." As Vorden said these words there was a look on his face, it almost looked like panic.

Seeing the near panic on Vorden’s face. Layla closed her eyes and started to imagine. ’Think of your happy place Layla. Just think of your happy places.’

The uneasiness in her stomach started to settle and when she opened her eyes once again she could see Vorden was now heading over towards Peter. But when the sight of the ripped up body came into view once again, the feeling in her stomach returned.

"I think I’m just going to step out of the alley for a bit and keep watch." Layla said as she quickly rushed out.

Layla seemed to be experiencing more and more gruesome things lately. When she saw that head the Dalki threw at them, she didn’t really have time to take it in before the fear of being killed herself took over.

But this was different; she was able to fully take in the sight of Peter eating another person in front of her. Seeing what Peter was doing, suddenly she was starting to get second ideas about Quinn turning her into a vampire. Was it something she could really handle? The books made it seem so much easier.

"Peter!" Vorden said in an aggressive but quiet voice, "Peter!"

Suddenly, Peter seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in. He looked at the body on the floor and in his hand was a piece of reddish-pink flesh. He had no idea which part of the body it had come from. He immediately dropped what was in his hand and started to scurry away backwards into the alley.

"Was this me?" Peter said as he thought back to what had happened just moments ago.

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When Earl had called out to him and had kicked him down the alley a type of rage had consumed him.

As Peter stood there looking at Earl’s face all the memories of what had been done to him started to surface once again. Everything that happened to him, just because he was weak. Well, Peter wasn’t weak anymore.

Earl readied his arm and went in for another slap to the face.

Peter grabbed it mid-air and using all his strength crushed Earl’s fingers. As Earl yelled in pain the image Peter had earlier came true, making his hand into a claw like shape and using all the supernatural strength he had, he clawed towards Earl’s neck ripping out the jugular in one go.

Then soon after, Earl had become a tasty snack for Peter.

Peter would have liked to say his mind was out of it, he didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew that was all a lie. For every step of the way Peter knew exactly what he was doing.

The second Earl had hit him he knew what he had planned to do. For once he could get his sweet revenge, all the people that betrayed him, he would get rid of. They weren’t needed in human society anyway.

The only thing Peter didn’t plan for was what happened after. When seeing Earl’s body on the floor, his eyes seemed to be attracted to something. It wasn’t the blood but what laid beneath it. The pink line of muscle fibre and fatty cells.

Before he knew it he was digging in.

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"I don’t know, maybe ten minutes I would say." Peter answered. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}