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Not once in her life did farm girl Renee Crocker, imagine she would encounter a world found only in the minds of myth-seeking men. Although the things they sought were not always unheard of in the 1930’s in other parts of the world, life was just too harsh in the small Texas community, to pay mind to anything other than raising a healthy crop to ensure the survival of one’s family. But late one evening during supper, a stranger comes knocking on the door of the Crocker family farm house and is invited inside.
It doesn’t take long for Renee to discover a great number of things that people in her neck of the woods couldn’t even contemplate. The dark of night takes on a whole new meaning, and the once vulnerable young country woman finds herself struggling to survive in a world that demands she live forever in darkness.
It doesn’t take long for Renee to discover a great number of things that people in her neck of the woods couldn’t even contemplate. The dark of night takes on a whole new meaning, and the once vulnerable young country woman finds herself struggling to survive in a world that demands she live forever in darkness.
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Robin Renee Ray's imagination has run wild with Bloodbreeders. Ray honed a truly intriguing tale filled with terror, suspense, sex, and human bondage with a great deal of intense storytelling that leaves your emotions on edge! Think "Cinderella" meets "Beauty and the Beast" as an adult tale told with great enthusiasm and vigor. Ms. Ray has pulled out all the stops to give us a story that raises the heart rate of any good soul. Parts of it I read numerous times to ponder the story all over again. Tasty! Read the story and find yourself under Robin Renee Ray's spell. You have been warned! There is no turning back!
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When I awoke, the four of them were in what seemed to be a heavy discussion. I could tell it was about Martin and me, because the instant they noticed I was awake, the conversation stopped and they all turned my direction.
“Oh, you’re awake. How does your arm feel?” Rebecca asked.
“It’s better, thank you. Um, is there a problem?” I asked, looking from her to the men.
“No, everything is fine. We just had a small disagreement, it’s nothing to worry yourself about,” she said.
I didn’t know what was going on, but I wasn’t about to ask in the presence of the three men. I just wanted to be gone from here. I knew Martin was already looking for me, I could feel it. Even if he wasn’t I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was.
“So, where do we go from here? Did ya’ll find a car?” I asked.
“Yes,” Rebecca answered. “Ronny has one ready outside.”
“Then can we leave? He’s looking for me, I know it,” I said.
Omar looked at Rebecca and gave her a small smile, one you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking straight at him. I didn’t try to question his antics; I just got up and started for the stairs. I didn’t have any intention of having a conversation with the likes of Omar, even if I did want to know what that little smirk was all about. He made my skin crawl the first time he opened his mouth, and has had my nerves on edge ever since.
We all loaded in the vehicle, and traveled throughout the night, stopping only to steal gas. No one spoke much, though Rebecca asked how I was several times. Along our way, we found abandoned houses to seek refuge from the day, even staying in a cramped little crypt in a rundown cemetery. We were usually crowded, but once the sun came up, it didn’t really matter where we slept. The days and nights passed uneventfully. On the fourth night as we were huddled in a dank cellar, the pain in my stomach returned with a vengeance.
“She needs to feed. We don’t need her weak,” Omar told Rebecca.
“No!” I cried out. “I won’t hurt another person, I can’t.”
Omar opened his mouth as if to say something, but Rebecca grabbed his arm.
“We will teach her to feed without taking life. That is Martin’s way, not ours,” she said looking at me. “We can show you how to survive without causing harm to a normal. Even animals can serve us well.”
I thought about it for a moment before agreeing. “Ok, then I’ll feed. I don’t want to slow us down, and give that bastard a chance to catch up. I would rather die than go back with him,” I said.
I knew that was only part truth. Despite everything, I missed him, or at least some part of me did. The other part wanted his neck hanging from a noose. I could still feel the kiss…our last kiss. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought it was real? Just another of his tricks, I told myself. The neigh of a goat brought me back to reality. I looked up the cellar stairs to see Ronny and Marcos peering down with a brown and white goat between them.
“Anyone ready for breakfast?” Marcos laughed.
The rest of us made our way up, and when we surfaced, Ronny pulled out a blade like I had never seen. “What are you going to do with that?” I asked.
“It’s better to get the blood flowing than trying to bite,” he said. “They‘re to dirty for my taste, if you get my meaning.”
“Oh, I see...”
“I prefer the blood of a normal,” Omar interrupted. “This is beneath me,” he said disgustedly.
“Shut up, Omar,” Rebecca demanded angrily. “You know this is our way now.”
Omar puffed out his chest, but didn’t say another word. It was obvious he had more to say, but her look stopped him before he could open his mouth. Instead, he clenched his jaws, and left the room. Marcos, with a tin cup in hand, looked to Ronny who then sliced through the goat’s throat. The gurgling noises that followed were enough to make me want to leave the room as well, but I stayed where I was.
Marcos filled the cup to the top and handed it to me.
“Ladies first,” he said.
I took it, sloshing the blood causing it to run down the side of the cup and over my fingers. I licked my lips and reluctantly took a sip. The taste was wonderful. I gulped down the viscous fluid, trying not to leave a single drop. The pain was gone the moment the blood hit my stomach. I handed Marcos the cup and greedily licked my fingers clean, as I thanked them in-between the very un-lady like spectacle. When everyone had, had their share, we were off again.
“We will reach the ocean sometime tonight,” Rebecca said. “Then the real journey will begin.”
“Oh, you’re awake. How does your arm feel?” Rebecca asked.
“It’s better, thank you. Um, is there a problem?” I asked, looking from her to the men.
“No, everything is fine. We just had a small disagreement, it’s nothing to worry yourself about,” she said.
I didn’t know what was going on, but I wasn’t about to ask in the presence of the three men. I just wanted to be gone from here. I knew Martin was already looking for me, I could feel it. Even if he wasn’t I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was.
“So, where do we go from here? Did ya’ll find a car?” I asked.
“Yes,” Rebecca answered. “Ronny has one ready outside.”
“Then can we leave? He’s looking for me, I know it,” I said.
Omar looked at Rebecca and gave her a small smile, one you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking straight at him. I didn’t try to question his antics; I just got up and started for the stairs. I didn’t have any intention of having a conversation with the likes of Omar, even if I did want to know what that little smirk was all about. He made my skin crawl the first time he opened his mouth, and has had my nerves on edge ever since.
We all loaded in the vehicle, and traveled throughout the night, stopping only to steal gas. No one spoke much, though Rebecca asked how I was several times. Along our way, we found abandoned houses to seek refuge from the day, even staying in a cramped little crypt in a rundown cemetery. We were usually crowded, but once the sun came up, it didn’t really matter where we slept. The days and nights passed uneventfully. On the fourth night as we were huddled in a dank cellar, the pain in my stomach returned with a vengeance.
“She needs to feed. We don’t need her weak,” Omar told Rebecca.
“No!” I cried out. “I won’t hurt another person, I can’t.”
Omar opened his mouth as if to say something, but Rebecca grabbed his arm.
“We will teach her to feed without taking life. That is Martin’s way, not ours,” she said looking at me. “We can show you how to survive without causing harm to a normal. Even animals can serve us well.”
I thought about it for a moment before agreeing. “Ok, then I’ll feed. I don’t want to slow us down, and give that bastard a chance to catch up. I would rather die than go back with him,” I said.
I knew that was only part truth. Despite everything, I missed him, or at least some part of me did. The other part wanted his neck hanging from a noose. I could still feel the kiss…our last kiss. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought it was real? Just another of his tricks, I told myself. The neigh of a goat brought me back to reality. I looked up the cellar stairs to see Ronny and Marcos peering down with a brown and white goat between them.
“Anyone ready for breakfast?” Marcos laughed.
The rest of us made our way up, and when we surfaced, Ronny pulled out a blade like I had never seen. “What are you going to do with that?” I asked.
“It’s better to get the blood flowing than trying to bite,” he said. “They‘re to dirty for my taste, if you get my meaning.”
“Oh, I see...”
“I prefer the blood of a normal,” Omar interrupted. “This is beneath me,” he said disgustedly.
“Shut up, Omar,” Rebecca demanded angrily. “You know this is our way now.”
Omar puffed out his chest, but didn’t say another word. It was obvious he had more to say, but her look stopped him before he could open his mouth. Instead, he clenched his jaws, and left the room. Marcos, with a tin cup in hand, looked to Ronny who then sliced through the goat’s throat. The gurgling noises that followed were enough to make me want to leave the room as well, but I stayed where I was.
Marcos filled the cup to the top and handed it to me.
“Ladies first,” he said.
I took it, sloshing the blood causing it to run down the side of the cup and over my fingers. I licked my lips and reluctantly took a sip. The taste was wonderful. I gulped down the viscous fluid, trying not to leave a single drop. The pain was gone the moment the blood hit my stomach. I handed Marcos the cup and greedily licked my fingers clean, as I thanked them in-between the very un-lady like spectacle. When everyone had, had their share, we were off again.
“We will reach the ocean sometime tonight,” Rebecca said. “Then the real journey will begin.”
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