The Bell - Tales of the Mumbai Coven

This is the continuation of the story of Calum McNeill. I do hope I don't need to warn you that the story contains violence. Vampires aren't nice people.

The tears, of which he'd seen an ocean's worth, seized his feelings in an unpleasant and unfamiliar way. "Run along," he said, a little more tersely.

"I'll do you for free," she said softly, stepping closer to him. "I ain't got nowheres to sleep. The cheapest doss is full."

Calum could not understand why he hadn't walked away already, but something kept him. "I've just given you sixpence. That should get you some place warm."

She tightened her lips, giving her the aspect of a small child finding courage, and glanced sideways. "That goes to the landlord for letting me catch you up at the bar," she whispered, one fat tear sliding over her reddened cheek. She sniffed. "Buy us another gin, won't cha? I might be ginger, but I'm nice and tight where it matters."

It was the desperation, the pointed frankness and the fear she kept so well hidden beneath the waif-like exterior that made his cock twitch. Walk away, he thought, there are a million like her, but the steady pulse in his groin didn't agree.

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