Bound By Blood

BOUND BY BLOOD A Curvy Girl Dark Vampire Romance DV FISCHER AMANDA K. MANN Bound By Blood Copyright © 2023 by DV Fischer, Amanda K. Mann, & Divinius Kingdom Publishing All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any printed or electronic form, without written consent from the author. This book is fictional. All names, characters, and incidents within are pure fiction, produced by the author’s vivid imagination. Created with Vellum Chapter 1 Landon Creed The air was filled with the coppery stench of blood as poor Peter sat naked, tied to a chair in the middle of his own living room. The plastic sheeting beneath their feet crinkled as Landon Creed circled the man menacingly, wiping off a bloody scalpel on a dirty towel. He was taking a moment to admire the lines of blood glistening on Peter’s sweat-sheathed skin. He always did enjoy the sight of the stuff. He liked the way the red liquid seemed to sparkle if he turned his head a certain way and it made his cock twitch in his jeans. The old, musty couch and reclining chair were covered with the thick plastic sheeting as well, and the coffee table had been shoved to the side to give him more room to work. Landon even had a nice little fire going in the old fireplace, though it wasn’t to provide a calming atmosphere. He had a different purpose for the roaring flames. It did, however, cast an eerie glow in the otherwise dim lighting of the room. A few hours prior to Peter’s return home, Landon had let himself into the house in order to set up. He draped the walls and floor in plastic so he could keep the blood contained, and he had brought several of his favorite ‘tools’ with him. He had set them up on a folding table. To protect his clothing, he had donned a rubber apron. Beneath that, he wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a nice pair of dark blue jeans. He had also removed his shoes as he happened to enjoy the feeling of the blood squishing beneath his feet, and he liked the feeling of it drying against his skin too. Peter owed the coven a lot of money. He had taken out a loan with them a while back, hoping to pay off some of his gambling debts, but he had yet to start paying them back. He claimed that he had gotten himself in too deep and didn’t have it, but to them, that was unacceptable. Because of this, Landon’s father, Drayton, who also happened to be the leader of their coven, sent him to Peter in order to send a very distinct message. Pay up, or die. Being the enforcer for his coven, Landon’s job was to do all of his father’s dirty work, to take care of the problems that Drayton was too busy to take care of himself. Landon had killed so many people during his lifetime that he had lost count a long time ago, and he had far more blood on his hands than he cared to admit. However, he had grown quite fond of that fact as it helped to feed his bloodlust. Somewhere along the line, he felt as though he had lost quite a bit of his humanity due to these ‘jobs’ he did for his father, but he had accepted that as being a part of what he was. Drayton had taken over the coven two centuries ago after he had killed the previous leader. Landon had become the enforcer at the same time. Because of the unsavory nature in which they took over, the others were too afraid to challenge them. Both Landon and his father instilled fear in everyone they met, and they thoroughly enjoyed that fact. His father was a ruthless man, bloodthirsty and power-hungry. Landon was the same, and together they ran the coven with that same mindset. Landon did everything his father told him to do without question or hesitation. And while the existence of vampires was not common knowledge, they continued to kill without remorse and left the clean-up to the police and government officials they had in the palm of their hands. Landon wasn’t here to kill Peter though. He was only there to teach him what happened when someone didn’t follow the rules and when they crossed the coven. It was a harsh and very painful lesson, but it was one that Landon thoroughly enjoyed teaching. It was one of the few times where he got to be himself and his dark side got to come out and play. Peter was struggling to remain conscious as they had been at this for quite some time. His flabby body was covered in various cuts and bruises, his right eye was ballooning and nearly swollen shut, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. He had blood all over his teeth too as he was finding it difficult to swallow. His thumb and pinky finger on each hand were bent and broken at odd angles, and Landon had torn the nails off every single one of his toes with a pair of pliers. The pool of blood at Peter’s feet was growing larger by the minute, which meant that it was time for Landon to slow down a bit. Lest he wanted to accidentally kill the guy. Despite Peter’s wounds and the rapid pace at which he was losing blood, he was still a blubbering mess. He looked up at Landon with his one good eye, through his matted blond hair. “Please, Landon,” he croaked. “I’m… I’m sorry.” An evil smirk spread across Landon’s face. He loved it when they started to beg. It never worked, but it was fun to hear them try. “Not yet, you’re not,” he retorted. “But you will be.” Peter swallowed hard around the blood in his mouth before continuing. “You