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Amara's pov

                     I had broken a lot of rules. A lot of them were broken while growing up, Amara, don't step out of the castle without your guard, I broke this rule the week Liam was employed.

Amara, always let us know what's happening with you, I broke this rule on my sixteenth birthday.

Amara don't read up about vamps, I broke this when I was tall and strong enough to climb library ladders.

Amara don't cross the borders, It was a known fact that this might have been the first rule I had ever broken.

Amara think before acting, This was a rule I have never thought of acting on in my life and it might evolve into a flaw. Amongst every trait I picked from my mother's younger self, this was one of them.

Amara don't wander off when in a strange place, A new rule which was issued while I left for New York and which I broke tonight.

Amara, do not talk to strangers! This rule was annoying, not every stranger was bad.

Amara don't get yourself into sticky situations, Rose and Cora owned this rule but then again I had a talent for getting myself in awkward situations like this one.

I didn't move from my spot as I should have.

Instead, I watched and became a peeping Thomas, don't ever become a peeping Thomas should have been a rule, Not like I would have followed it.

And then the last and final one, Amara! Don't associate yourself with a vampire if you ever come across one, I was going to break it right now cause I didn't think the rule applied to beautiful silver-eyed, dark-haired vampires that looked like they had an admirable talent in hanky panky.

                  I watched as they both finished, the silent moans of a very well-satisfied lady and the grunts of a man were all I heard. He detached his tattooed hands from her waist and let go of her and then his fingers moved so incredibly fast in fixing his pants as the worn-out woman slid down the wall.

He still hadn't turned directly towards me.

My eyes trailed on his side profile, I could see his well-sculpted nose and blood staining the corner of his lips. His hands moved to his pocket and he fished out a wallet. He leaned on his haunches in front of the woman who looked like she was passed out front intense pleasure and I wondered if she was dead.

His fingers brought out some notes and for the first time I noticed some rings on them and then he tucked the money into the woman's shirt, She's a hooker, I thought to myself as he stood up. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a handkerchief. It was a checkered hankie. He swiped it across his face cleaning any traces of blood that indicated that he just fed from her.

And then he turned to me and I had never been more bedazzled in my life.

His looks were a total knockout. He looked like he belonged in a fantasy book and his gaze was the most intimidating one I had ever held. He watched me just as I watched him.

A blank look on his face portrayed no single emotion, even his orbs that seemed to catch my fancy were empty and void of fervor.

His poise was extraordinary.

That poise you see in a person and you'd instantly know that they had a big ego, they walked with a stick up their arse, they knew that the world could crumble at their feet and they were powerful.

I had only seen one man with this equanimity, my father.

And now a vampire stood before me with that tremendous poise. A creature I was supposed to hate but was secretly fascinating to me, a creature I was warned about cause they were untrusting, scheming, and vile. They lived on blood which my kind found disgusting and they always had a trick up their sleeve looking for the next way to ruin your life.

               I didn't think the man that stood before me was vile. A vile person shouldn't have such great hair or beautiful eyes that could compel you to stare at them for eternity.

I thought he was spruce and princely, exceptionally dangerous yet devastatingly easy-on-the-eyes.

He looked gracious and pulchritudinous.

Your vocabulary works fine by seeing our enemy, great! A tiny voice crept into my mind and I pushed it away. He was the 'I will trample on your heart kind of stunning, not the I will buy you flowers and make sweet love to you kind'

It's time to go! He reeks of danger! Cora said and I had to agree with her. I should go, I should turn on my heels and flee. I should find my way and forget about tonight while putting in the energy to cuss Terren out and I should also find a way to notify my parents and friends about my stalker.

I had a very annoying unique haired vampire stalker already and it wouldn't be wise of me to add a  dark-haired vampire to the list of things happening in my life.

I shifted on my feet, trying not to squirm under his gaze, wondering what he thought of me with my broken heels in my hands, tear-stained face with the hue of black mascara on my cheeks, my disheveled slutty gown according to Terren's ideology and my very prominent hip dips, Did he think me beautiful too? I shouldn't be having such thoughts at all but there was something about him.

There is nothing about him, Cora whined, You read too many books, let's go for heaven's sake.

"Do you think I look like a whore?" I mumbled to him without thinking. I spoke to him breaking the awkward silence between us and I wanted to knock myself on the head.

He looked at me, eyes trailing on my being still not passing any emotions. I was looking for resentment or admiration in those eyes but I got none.

His eyes were cold, unfeeling as he stared at me.

"Nyet." No. He answered. His voice was a total stunner. He sounded deep and smoky, almost villainous, not almost! Villainous. 

His Russian accent was evident and thick and I knew the meaning of what he said. Liam had said it to me a couple of times and for a fleeting moment I had to think if it was my stalker standing before me but with his hair, it was a no.

"Oh, thanks." I breathed a sigh of relief, "You know my fiancé thinks I look like a slut in this dress, and look where it got me, lost in an alley with the trauma of seeing two people having sex, alleyways are not a good place for that, what if kids come by." A perfectly arched brow rose at me as he heard my words. He didn't respond with words, just a raised brow and alluring lips set in a thin line.

"Is she dead?" My gaze trailed to the woman near the wall who seemed to be in a coma. She hadn't moved and I tried to examine her very closely to know if she was still breathing.

"Krasniy." His voice pulled my attention from the woman to him and I was pretty well assured that what he had said had nothing to do with the question I asked but I was going to take It as a  compliment.

"Krasniy right back at you." I beamed and I saw a corner of his lip tilt up a bit. It wasn't a smile. It was just a slight tilt which wasn't even enough for a smirk and I knew that I had just fooled myself, "I am not a Russian native."

He didn't reply. His lips immediately morphed back to their initial form exactly how he had them set in a thin line earlier.

"You don't look dangerous." I flashed my teeth again and Cora rolled her eyes, "Do you perhaps know any vampire named Eros or any  half white and half black haired vamp? You are a vamp right?" My last question was stupid and I saw a silver of annoyance flash through his eyes. All my questions were stupid, "It's pretty obvious that you are a vampire and you wouldn't know these people, my bad."

He looked bored. Exhausted by my existence and words. He was someone who didn't like being bothered, didn't like talking a lot, and probably will hate all distraught girls in red dresses after our encounter, "Well, my name is-"

"Snyek." He cut me short and my heart jumped. The fleeting thought of him being my stalker crossed my mind again but then I saw his eyes resting on my collar bones. He probably read the name on the necklace and figured that was my name and I nodded seeing no use in introducing myself again.

"What's your name?" I stepped closer outstretching my hand for a handshake. I wasn't all too close to him but his intimidating height still made me feel small. He was tall, too tall, and lean just like I had imagined vampires from reading about them, "I never knew vampires had tattoos." I added.

He just stood there, staring down at me, ignoring my outstretched hand, that is not polite! He didn't answer my question nor did he acknowledge my last statement and he looked annoyed right now, "I guess you don't do handshakes and you have no name. So I will just call you grump." My hand fell to my side and rubbed it against the red fabric of my dress in sheer embarrassment. His face morphed into a frown which indicated that he didn't like his name, "Can you show me the way? I am lost."

"No." He spoke English this time around and immediately after he said the word, he spun around and began to walk away from me. 

I began to stride after him, "What about her?" I asked referring to the hooker, No answer, "I am lost, can you show me the way?" 

He stopped and turned around. His face is still neutral showing no emotion. I halted and he traced his steps back to me, hands in pockets walking like he owned the earth, "Stop. Following. Me." It looked like it took him a lot of effort to say those three words in one sentence and it was clear that I was coming to be annoying to him.

"Jeez! Okay." I shrugged and stepped back.

He gave me one more grim look before pulling his hoodie cap over his head covering his beautiful dark hair.

His hands were in his pocket once more and he strode off leaving me deserted in the dark alley.

All I could do was stand back and watch him fade into darkness. 

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