Tasting Darkness

Read Tasting Darkness [Tempting Darkness] By Jessica Hall Book 2 Chapter 40 – At first, I thought I was staring at Tobias as a child, but it didn’t take me long to realize it was his twin, Thomas. He would have only been about five-year-old. We were in what looked like some banquet room. A long table ran down the center as his father, who was an imposing man, snarled at Thomas.

Tobias watched in horror as he grabbed his brother and then him by the back of the neck, dragging them closer to the table that lay in the center of the huge room. Blood spilled over the edges of the table onto the tiled floors. A woman with a crown atop her head glared at them with pursed lips. She reminded me of Tobias, making me wonder if it was his mother.

“Please, daddy, please,” Thomas begged, and they are steered toward the table.

“You were both told not to come down here. Both told to stay in your rooms; this is what you get for disobeying me,” the man snapped at his sons, his grip on both their necks was hard and pinched their skin.

As we drew closer to the table, we found a woman lying on it, covered in bite marks. Thomas thrashes, trying to escape. “You wanted to disobey me. You wanted to see. Well, have a good look then,” his father tells them, shoving them toward the table. Tobias stumbles, catching himself on the table, his hands sliding across the slick surface, coating them in blood.

Tobias pulls his hands back in horror, staring at his palms covered in the woman’s blood before his eyes dart to her pale blue ones. “Help me!” she chokes and gurgles on her blood. Tobias knew she was human and one of his parents’ victims.

“Now I’ll teach you a lesson Thomas, one you’ll never forget,” his father says, smacking Thomas up the back of the head.

“Go on, no sippy cups for you anymore. You think you are old enough to disobey me. Then you are old enough to learn where your fruit juice comes from. You both drink straight from the vein as a true vampiric-fae does.” his father says. His mother huffs, looking bored and staring at her nails.

“You heard your father.” she says.

clicking her fingers at them. Thomas backs away, shaking his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Her eyes are open. She is breathing; I can feel her,” Thomas murmurs, looking at his father.

“You will feel all over once you sink your teeth into her neck, boy. Now hurry up, drain her,” he snaps at his son. Thomas shakes his head, and I notice, like me;

Thomas was power born, a rarity. He was already picking up on his gifts before manifestation. Tobias also knew this and knew his brother would be smacked and locked in his room away from him if he didn’t do as he was told. He also knew Thomas couldn’t hurt the woman.

When neither boy moves to do as they’re told, this angers his father, who grabs Thomas by the back of his neck and drags him closer, forcing his face in her neck. The woman whimpers, and Thomas thrashes.

“One of you will finish her, or it is a week in the cellar; now choose,” his father bellows while his son wails in his grip. Shakily Tobias steps forward. “I’ll do it,” he murmurs before a s***b escapes him. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to bite her. Vampiric Fae were born with fangs, relied on blood, and they were just curious where their parents went every day at tea time, so they followed and peeked through the door. They just didn’t expect it to be like this, not truly understanding the meaning of what they were yet because they were so young.

His father looks over at him and shoves off his twin, who falls down beside the table, “Go on then,” his father waves him forward, Tobias hesitantly takes a step forward. He swallows, staring down at the petrified woman slowly bleeding out on the table. He hesitates only for a second until his father grips the back of his neck, forcing it into her bleeding neck.

Tiny fangs protrude past his lips as a foreign hunger takes over him, Yet he shakes his head, tears trekking down his face as he realizes where his juice came from each morning and where his parents went every night to feast on the flesh of others and drain their lives. For his child-like mind, it was shocking but not as shocking as his father’s twisted anger when he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

His father’s angry roar makes him jump to see his father grip Thomas by his hair and force him against the table.

“On with it,” his father snapped and snarled, thrusting a knife into his brother’s hand. Thomas shook like a leaf in a strong gust as he shook his head.

“Please, daddy,” he begged and pleaded as the woman sobbed, knowing her death was sure to come. His father gripped his brother’s hand and hovered the knife above her heart while Thomas fought not to take her life. Feeling her fear and reliving, Tobias knew if his brother did it, he wouldn’t be able to shut her death out. That he would feel every second of her life slipping away along with his.

Tobias shoves his brother’s hand away, earning a snarl from his father, but he ignores the sound to whisper into his brother’s ear.

“Close your eyes, Thomas,” Tobias whispers as tears prick his eyes once more, his vision turning to a blur as Tobias did as he was told, and Tobias sank his teeth into the woman’s neck. She thrashed against him as he gave himself over to instinct, taking her life so his brother wouldn’t feel it, so that he wouldn’t have her blood on his hands.

No, Tobias would carry the burden of her death, not Thomas. Even at this young age, Tobias understood the full weight of what he had done, what he had taken from the woman who was now staring up with wide vacant eyes at the ceiling

The light had gone from her eyes, and the color drained from her skin, her lips turning shades of blue. He took her life as her body turned cold before his innocent eyes that saw too much and couldn’t unsee what he had done. His rose-colored glasses of his parent’s were removed, and he saw the monsters they were. Human life meant little to them, and he vowed not to be like them.

As the memory faded and a new one took its place, I found that Tobias was always Thomas’s protector. He did the things he knew Thomas couldn’t handle. With each passing day, he was sure that more and more of his humanity left him, leaving a cold hearted monster.

waited impatiently. The blood of his father’s latest victim stained his lips, and once again, Tobias was forced to take another life. He

parents the Vampiric-Fae king and Queen. A title bestowed to him once he came of age. A title

cases was built on fear. Darius followed behind his father, eyes ahead and vacant. Tobias found himself doing the same, something that was unsettling and unnatural to

ruled by their father’s iron fists. Neither really spoke. They obeyed as good sons should. They attended all the same functions, sat at tables together, and sat

own reflection in the mirror. It was no secret

I want no interruptions,” his father ordered. As they both left the ballroom, he tipped his head to his father, and so did Darius. They walked without speaking, walked in silence, when Tobias stopped abruptly, staring

Tobias called, having spoken the boy’s name for the first time. Darius’s cold, calculating eyes peered at him momentarily before they glanced away back to the

toward the trees, and Tobias follows his hand, and his shoulders sag wondering what

to fetch him when Darius’ hand fell on his shoulder. He

and your brother is an empath.

and Darius nods his head. “It gets easier. Eventually,

do you mean Thomas is not an empath?” Tobias lies. Darius raises an eyebrow at

Thomas had gone to extreme lengths to hide what he is from their parents. And now Tobias worried, with a rival kingdom’s son holding . knowledge that would surely

asks him,

magic,” he says, simply crossing the lawns

Thomas sitting on the ground, hugging his

he sobbed. Thomas had raised the baby rabbit himself after its mother tried to kill it. He

was not alone. He quickly clears the tears from his face and straightens up, knowing better than to look

castle. Moments later, his hands glowed green, then blue, and his eyes turned white

means if anyone sees. Darius was an elemental Harmony-Fae. – “You’ll have to set him free, Thomas. Your mother will question how he came back,”

harmony-” Darius winks at

plagues set to kill him. He was around the age his sister died, and if he could resurrect the dead, why didn’t he bring her back? Why was he not kept down in the

as a child, but it didn’t take me long to realize it was his twin, Thomas. He would have only been about

the table that lay in the center of the huge room. Blood spilled over the edges of the table onto the tiled floors. A woman with a crown atop her head glared at them with pursed lips. She reminded me

and they are steered

get for disobeying me,” the man snapped at his

a woman lying on it, covered in bite marks. Thomas thrashes, trying to escape. “You wanted to disobey me. You wanted to see. Well, have a good look then,” his father tells them, shoving them toward the table. Tobias

his hands back in horror, staring at his palms covered in the woman’s blood before his eyes dart to her pale blue ones. “Help me!”

forget,” his father says,

enough to disobey me. Then you are old enough to learn where your fruit juice comes from. You both drink straight from the vein as a true vampiric-fae does.” his father says. His mother huffs, looking bored and staring at her

heard your father.”

her fingers at them. Thomas backs away, shaking his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Her eyes are open. She is breathing; I

up, drain her,” he snaps at his

and knew his brother would be smacked and

the back of his neck and drags

Vampiric Fae were born with fangs, relied on blood, and they were just curious where their parents went every day at tea time, so they followed and peeked through the door.

him and shoves off his twin, who falls down beside the table, “Go on then,” his father waves him forward, Tobias hesitantly takes a step forward. He swallows, staring down at the petrified woman slowly bleeding out on the table. He hesitates only for a second until his father grips the back of his neck, forcing it into her

head, tears trekking down his face as he realizes where his juice came from each morning and where his parents went every night to feast on

to see his father grip Thomas by his hair and force

snapped and snarled, thrusting a knife into his brother’s hand. Thomas shook like a leaf in a strong gust as he shook

her death was sure to come. His father gripped his brother’s hand and hovered the knife above her heart while Thomas fought not to take her life. Feeling her