Mistakenly Departed (Bite Me #1)

8. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Calder

“ H ello,” I shout down at the ground, and I’m sure I look like a complete idiot, but I know what I heard. He’s in there. He needs my help. I’m not crazy, I tell myself sternly. I heard his voice calling out for help. I look around and find a discarded shovel propped up against a nearby headstone.

I let out a little sigh of relief, because I didn’t think I would have managed well with just digging him out with my bare hands. I cringe at the thought of dirt getting stuck underneath my nails. I would have done it though if I had to.

“I’m going to get you out of there. Just hold on, okay,” I shout down at the dirt. I strain my ears to hear him, but he gives no reply to let me know if he hears me. I bite the corner of my lip and try to calm down the nerves running through me. He’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.

I pull off my cape and set it on top of the headstone and snatch up the discarded shovel. This Halloween has been insane. It’s not at all what I had expected, but so far it’s been a night that I’ll never forget, that’s for sure. I never thought I would be digging up a grave in the middle of the night. I guess there’s a first time for everything.

My eyes land on the gravestone and read over the scrawling words engraved into the white cement of the grave that I’m about to decimate.

Jeremy Morgan

Beloved son

October 4 th 1990-2024

“I’m sorry Jeremy,” I mumble through a grimace, “but I’m going to have to dig up your grave. I hope you’re okay with that. Someone’s down there and needs help.”

Without further delay, I shove the shovel down into the dirt and start digging. Six feet down seems a bit much. Whatever happened to shallow graves. Sigh.

I can hear his little whimpering cries for help, and I can tell he’s panicking which is not a good sign. Past that I can also hear his sluggish heartbeat which is making me nervous. It’s making it harder to concentrate as I keep digging. Every little hitch of his gasping breathes has my chest tightening with concern. He has minutes if he’s lucky, but I don’t even think he has that.

His panic is just depleting his oxygen, and if he doesn’t calm down, I’m not going to make it to him in time. I shake my head hard trying to clear my mind from the sudden surge of panic. Fuck, he’s going to die before I even get a chance to get to him. I slam the shovel down harder into the dirt than necessary, digging faster than before.

Finally, the shovel hits something solid with a thud. The relief that pours through me is instant. All I can hear is his muffled babbling coming from inside the coffin. I let out a sigh of relief realizing he’s still conscious as I kneel in the dirt to clear the top half of the coffin lid.

I gripped the edge of the lid with both hands as I pried it off the fucking hinges. My next breath got caught in my throat when I took in the sight in the coffin. And if my heart could have raced in my cold dead chest then it would have as I stared down at the perfection before me. The guy in the coffin was absolutely beautiful.

He was perfect. His eyes were closed as I look in all his pale skin and delicate features. His messy long black hair reminded me of some serious Edward Scissorhands vibes. My gaze scans his almost feminine features and gets stuck on his sharp jaw that made my lips tingle with the need to kiss and lick. His delicate Adams apple bobbed, and I bite down on my lip to hold in the groan building up deep inside my chest.

Everything about him entices me to get closer. You would think he was the damn vampire here! I blink my eyes slowly as if to refocus my brain because I was clearly losing it.

That’s when he slowly blinks his eyes open. The most beautiful bright blue eyes I’d ever seen stare back at me in a daze and my next breath caught in my throat. It’s short lived though because in the next moment his eyes roll back into his head. All I can see is the whites of his eyes and he let out a strangled breath. His chest stops moving and everything goes dead silent.

My hands a mind of their own as they flutter around his body. Pressing my fingers to his pulse point has my chest tightening with horror and fear. I don’t feel a pulse. I stain my ears, and the sluggish thump of his heart is getting slower and weaker.

My decision is already made up for me as I rip the collar of his black shirt to the side revealing his delicately pale skin. The column of his throat has me pausing my movements for a brief moment. I run my nose along his throat down to the sensitive skin of his neck.

I’ve never smelt someone so delicious. My mouth waters, and then I’m pressing forward to sink my fangs into the pale skin of his neck. The sound that leaves my throat is muffled but pure sex when his delicious blood hits my tastebuds. My grip on him tightens to the point I’m worried that I may be causing him pain.

His body jolts against mine and I growl like a psychopath. I’m not ready to release my hold on him. Not yet. My fangs release their venom into his body, but I still swallow down another mouthful of his blood with a deep groan that I can’t seem to control.

I feel his hands suddenly curl into my hair holding me tightly to him. A little gasp that I hear escape him has me sinking my fangs in further. If I don’t stop, I’m going to end up murdering him. I tense as his blood rushes through me, and I have to force myself to pull away.

“Did you just bite me,” his whisper is barely audible to even my vamp hearing and he’s disturbingly limp in my arms, “I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to save the damsel in distress.” I snort out a surprised laugh at his comment. I suppose that’s not how you go about saving someone. His words are slurred from being in the coffin for far too long.

“Yes, little bat, and now you’re going to drink this,” I murmur in a daze before biting into my wrist to rip it open. The crimson red blood drips down my wrist and I quickly shove it up to his mouth and hope like hell this works.

“Come on,” I murmur to myself as I watch my blood smear against his slightly parted mouth. I’ve never actually turned anyone before, but it doesn’t take a mad scientist to figure out the logistics… right? Shouldn’t he be sucking down my blood right now?

The sight of my blood against his porcelain skin is erotic and has my cock twitching with interest against my jeans. I bite down hard on my bottom lip. He grips my wrist and begins to take swallows of my blood. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t even contain my moans. His mouth finally latches onto my wrist and I breath out a heavy breath.

“You taste like strawberries,” he murmurs as his head tilts back releasing my wrist from his mouth right before he passes out. And I hope to fuck that’s normal. I brush his hair off his brow gently with the backs of my fingers. His expression is peaceful as I stare down at him like a total weirdo. For some reason my chest tightens taking in his fragile state.

I gently lift him into my arms and glance back down into the coffin just to make sure he didn’t drop anything. Noticing his phone, I reach my hand back into the coffin and grab it shoving it into my pants pocket. I stand up with him in my arms and climb out of the grave as gently as possible.

I guess my night turned out to be a night that I will never forget.