Loving a Vampire Is Total Chaos (Total Chaos, #1)

by Aura Hayes

Besides, I don’t like blood unless I’m drinking it. Even then I’m a picky bitch.

Vampirism isn’t a cure for everything, and my shit eyesight carried over when I was changed. It’s not entirely a bad thing since I can pull off a pair of glasses like nobody’s business.

I hope most people will never know the excruciating pain of walking into a room and having one of the most important people in their life not recognize them.

Ava is a social butterfly and flourishes in all kinds of settings, whereas I would much rather be at home, curled into the couch reading or at the small gym I like to box at. Boxing has always helped me clear my head and work out any frustrations.

And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.

“I think...” His humerus bone snaps under my shoe. “...that I don’t want a filthy creature like you...” His fingers crunch with ease in my hand. “...touching what belongs to me.”

“A divine angel like her is a blessing to the eyes and you are nothing but lowly trash unworthy of looking upon her,”

Some girls might be able to brave the chilly Chicago weather in skimpy outfits, but not me. I’ll never choose beauty over function.

I’m practically humping her like a dog, and I’d let her leash me any day.

Children are one of my least favorite things with their whining, screaming, and messiness but it can usually be blamed on shitty parenting. My one exception for a crotch goblin is if Celine wants children. I’ll give her as many as she desires. I look forward to practicing the baby making. Wait. Babies. Celine. I need to write that down. Pulling my trusty notebook and pen out of my pocket I lick my finger and flip it open to a new page. Quickly scribbling, Breed Celine, under a new list titled Goals in my long life with Celine.

The obsession is INSANE

“Are you okay?” she presses. “I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission,” she apologizes. “No, no, it’s not that.” I swallow down my desperation to say yes, please, touch me some more. Touch me everywhere. Touch me any time you want. “Just lost in my thoughts,” I finish with instead.

I straighten, slowly removing Zavier’s hand from my neck. He frowns but doesn’t comment. I notice him clench his hand and cradle it in his other reverently like the one that touched me is something to be treasured.

He grabs my finger so quickly I can barely react and nips at it. I try to pull away, but he refuses to let go. “Lockwood. Zavier Lockwood. L-O-C-K-W-O-O-D. Why aren’t you writing this down? It’s going to be your last name one day, too.” His grin is downright wicked.

I speed walk over to my victim and give him the death stare. Fisting his apron in my hand, I drag him away from the students and over to the kiln in the back corner of the room. He grins the entire way like he enjoys me yanking him along like a dog on a leash.

“You. Called. Me. Zav.” A girly sounding teehee comes out of his mouth and I roll my eyes.

LOL

"You look stunning. You’re such a catch anyone would be lucky to have you. Me? Oh, please you flatter me.” Batting a hand at the mirror I chuckle and turn away.

The few people I have in my life and care about, I struggle to go against them because I worry they’ll leave me.

“I’ll take the couch.” She announces suddenly and I have to resist the urge to hold my hand to my chest like a Victorian child with the plague. “I think the fuck not,” I refute.

I left a blood drawn heart this time instead of a smiley face. Just for Celine. Even when I’m killing, I’m only thinking of her.

Celine. My mate. This can’t be the end. She doesn’t know how big of a dick I have yet. I’m going to die and she doesn’t even know. This is the worst.

Zavier wasn’t happy about it when I told him I was headed back to work this morning. The mopey pout he sported, and koala hug he latched onto me with were pitiful.

As humans we’re taught something and forced to believe it to be true. Hell, we spend years of our lives in school being fed facts to remember. To come to the realization anything could be a lie, and our history books could be so off base is a wild thought.

True

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out with a smile I can’t seem to stop. “Yes?” I cross my arm under the elbow of my other that holds the phone to my ear. Silence greets me. “Hellloooo?” “I miss you,” a sappy voice croons from the other end. “Zavier.” I pinch my brow. “I just left.” I can’t help but chuckle at his demeanor.

Zavier tilts his head at me like a dog begging its owner for attention.

I’ll always do whatever this woman tells me to do. She’s the only being on this earth that can do so.

She probably doesn’t realize it, but there will never come a time when I tire of her. She is the single, most important thing, in my immortal life.

“You rang for me and my emotional support pussy?” He strokes Midnight’s tail like an evil villain waiting expectantly in their chair.

Zavier plops the box filled with miscellaneous clothes and toiletries on my bed. Stopping, he zeroes in on something at the bottom of the box. Gasping he pulls out a pair lacy black underwear I found him hoarding in his dresser. “You stole these!” He holds the lacy panties to his chest like they’re something precious. “That’s what I should be saying to you, mister.” He pockets them once again but I roll my eyes and let it go.

“Grab the cat, please.” I gesture toward the black void that wants nothing more than to suck me into endless darkness. “I think we need a schedule.” He doesn’t make any move to grab Midnight. “Schedule?” I question with a hand on my hip. “Childcare schedule. You get him one day and then I get him the next.”

No being in hell, heaven, or on Earth will keep me from finding my mate. Whoever took her from me has no fucking idea the monster they’ve unleashed.