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It was a warm summer night just after sunset in Chicago people were all about unaware of the danger that surrounded them; I, however, was completely aware of the danger everyone was in. There was a vampire hiding in the shadows, looking for his next unsuspecting victim. He was your classic looking vampire; tall, dark and handsome; and oh-my-gosh his eyes were to die for; they looked as if he could pierce your soul and see life through the windows of your soul. Well, at least that was how I felt, and then I noticed he was looking at me. Me? Me! He was heading towards me. Did he know that I was thinking about him?? Did he know that I was immensely attracted to him? Did I mess up his plan because I noticed him??? Damn my vampire knowledge from books and movies!
"Hello there, Miss," the vampire said "Um, hi to you too," I said, totally off guard. I was completely caught up in my own thoughts. "May I ask what your name is, I saw you from across the street and couldn't resist coming to talk to such a beautiful woman?" he said with a glint in his eyes. "Well, thank you for the compliment. Yes, you may. My name is Autumn. What is your name if you don't mind me knowing, I'm not a big fan of talking to complete strangers," I replied, trying to figure out exactly what this vampire's game is? Then it dawned on me, maybe I'm supposed to be his unsuspecting victim! Well, that would totally suck since I'm not unsuspecting. "Nice to meet you, Autumn, my name is Tristan. Tristan Jordan. What are you doing this fine night in Chicago?" Tristan said. Tristan, huh; A cute name for a very handsome man, maybe I should get to know him. Then I realized I hadn't answered his question. "Well Tristan Jordan, that's a cute name by the way. I'm just trying to take in the sites before I leave for school this fall. Besides I'm sort of a tourist in Chicago even though I live near Chicago. Am I talking too much because if I am you can feel free to stop me" I babbled on. "No, you're fine. Taking in the sites, huh? What school are you leaving to?" questioned Tristan. "I go to school in the middle of nowhere. It's Western." I smiled, wondering if I should be telling this vampire this information. Does he even know that I know that he is a vampire?? "What do you study, Autumn? You know vampires are very interested in education and educated people," he commented. Did he just say vampires? Or did I imagine that? I must be crazy he didn't really say that. "Excuse me?" I squeaked "You know vampires, people like me, I know you know I'm a vampire I can see it in the way you look at me. I can even tell that you're attracted to me, yes I can read minds, but more importantly, I was here looking for you" what looking for me? Was he looking for me? Am I vampire food tonight? "No, you aren't vampire food. I have it on good knowledge that you are into vampires, and from the thoughts in your pretty little head, I would say that I am right" he smiled with a hint of deviousness. "Will you please stop reading my thoughts? There is a reason I didn't speak them out loud you know! What do you mean you were looking for me? Why were you looking for me? Who told you how I feel about vampires? What do you want from me?" I snapped in kind of a babbling way. "To answer your questions, you are well known in the vampire world; you know the world of night. We've been watching you for some time Autumn. I am the only one to approach you because I want to get to know you, not as my food, not that that can't be arranged as a possibility. It seems that you like vampires or at least have an avid interest in our kind. Besides that, you have not answered my question. What are you studying at Western?" he finished. Man his smile is almost to die for almost not quite I like the idea of my blood staying where it belongs, my veins. "I study law enforcement and justice administration for my major, most people say it's ironic that my minor in fashion, but it's really common actually a friend of mine who thinks my fascination with all things vampire is crazy is doing the same thing that I am. Wait… Do you want to get to know me? Why do you want to get to know me?" as I pondered what all this meant, he answered my questions and kept the conversation going with this delicious smile. "You caught that, did you? Yes, I want to get to know you, perhaps as a friend, perhaps more." He winked at me, he definitely wants me as more than a friend, perhaps I could live with that. "However you would be by no means food. At least not in the traditional vampire sense; what I mean to say is I am looking for a companion", countered Tristan. Him saying it really caught me off guard even though part of me completely expected it, then I was snapped back to reality and conversation at hand. "You want a companion, okay. You're telling me this because you must want me to be… well, your girlfriend. Am I missing something other than of course the fact you are a vampire that is apparently asking me out, correct?" I finished but I couldn't help but notice the excitement in my once-off guard voice. What was I doing? Had I completely lost my natural mind? "Yes Autumn, you are correct, but do you accept my request?" he was still smiling, but his smile was more of a devilish one now. For a few minutes, we walked in silence as I decided what I was going to say to Tristan. By the time I looked up, he and I were standing in Millennium Park. It is so much more beautiful and romantic, especially when with a hot vampire guy. "As exciting as this is for me I don't know what to say really. I don't even really know you; however, I suppose that's why you want to get to know me. School starts in a month. I have packing to do, um… how about this: I give you my cell number and we get to know each other and see where it goes from there?" Boy did I try hard not to flirt with him; I mean damn he's fine. "That is acceptable. How did you get here tonight? You live in Waukegan, yes I know where you live its part of the 'we've been watching you thing'. You didn't seem to have a car, may I give you a ride home?" he was still smiling (is this a vampire seduction thing?) what a gorgeous smile at that. Soundlessly we walked to his car (which by the way wasn't what I thought he would drive) but it was nice all the same. Then it hit me I have seen this very car before, driving past my house. "They" really have been watching my every move! Can you say creeper? Driving home in his Lexus watching everything whip by; I figured what harm could come from getting to know this vampire? Sure he could be a bad vampire but he looks like a "bad boy" vamp, which I could totally date. Who doesn't like a bad boy these days? "You look like you're caught up in your thoughts. How about you talk to me so I'm not so tempted to read your thoughts" he interrupted. "My thoughts aren't important. Just wondering exactly what your intentions are. I would like to know what my stalker intends to do with me. Don't give me that look, yes you are a stalker", okay so I was slightly snappy with a hint of flirting nothing wrong with that. "I am not a stalker; I am simply a man that likes a woman. I see no problem with that. Can I come visit you at school this year? I do enjoy college life" retorted Tristan. I am totally guessing at this point he either really likes me or he is absolutely crazy! When we pulled up to my house I was still awe struck, stunned by everything he told me because I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. "I know I ask a lot of questions but, what? This is so overwhelming." We talked for a while more before I finally managed to pull myself out of his car; he ever the perfect gentleman opened the door for me. I really can't believe I found it hard to leave him, a vampire I barely know… then it really hit me a VAMPIRE! They really exist. We said goodbye and parted.The ballroom at the Drake Hotel had been transformed into something that felt less like a wedding venue and more like a carefully curated illusion of perfection.Soft ivory drapery cascaded from vaulted ceilings. Thousands of warm white lights shimmered like distant stars. Crystal chandeliers refracted golden light across polished marble floors, creating the kind of glow that made everyone look slightly more beautiful than they actually were.It was, Autumn thought, exactly what she would have chosen five years ago.Now she saw the strategy in every detail.Luxury wasn’t just aesthetic. It was armor.She stood near the edge of the reception space, fingers wrapped around a flute of champagne she hadn’t touched, watchi
Autumn had always imagined her wedding day would feel surreal.She just hadn’t expected surreal to feel so… ordinary.Not in the sense that it lacked grandeur. The suite still hummed with quiet luxury. Stylists moved with reverent efficiency. The air smelled like expensive roses and the faint citrus note of polished marble. Outside, Chicago glittered under snowfall like a city determined to perform for its own reflection.But internally, she felt oddly calm.Almost steady.Which was new.Five years ago, this level of attention would have sent her spiraling into nervous laughter and caffeine-fueled panic. Now she found herself standing at the edge of a moment she’d once thought
The first snow always made Chicago feel like it was pretending.Like the city was trying on softness just to see how it fit.Autumn stood barefoot at the massive window in their penthouse, watching flakes spiral past the glass like something out of a perfume commercial. The lake had gone that dark metallic gray that meant winter wasn’t just coming — it had already decided to stay. She pressed her palm lightly to the glass and felt the faint vibration of traffic thirty floors below.Alive.Chicago had always felt alive to her in a way that most people would probably find unsettling if she ever explained it out loud. Not in some poetic, romantic way. More like… a pulse. Like the city had a nervous system she could accidentally brush up against if she wasn’t careful.Or maybe she was just projecting.“Okay, I need you to tell me again why we thought this was a good idea,” Jade called from somewhere behind he
The basement was colder than she remembered. The air hung heavy with the scent of earth and old smoke, and every breath tasted faintly of secrets. Shadows clung to the corners, shifting with each flicker of her candle flame.Autumn descended the narrow stone steps beneath Mirabella Estate, barefoot, candle in hand. The stones were slick with condensation and age. The walls were lined with old family relics: broken charms, blackened roots, rusted knives, and faded scraps of parchment pressed under cracked glass. Her ancestors’ shadows seemed to shift just beyond the light, shapes and faces almost visible in the gloom.She had never come this deep.Not alone.Not until now.The ritual chamber sat silent, sealed since the day she first opened the Hollow.But tonight, the wards had fallen on their own.The circle was intact.The salt&he
It had grown wild since Mirabella’s death. Brambles tangled in the berry bushes, and the old sundial was half-swallowed by clover. Dew pooled in the petals of night-blooming jasmine, while moths drifted through the dusk like scraps of old dreams.Vines coiled up the broken archways—some thick as wrists, others delicate as lace. Moonflowers bloomed where no light touched, their petals pearly and strange in the shadows. The garden path, once paved with intention, was now soft and overgrown—alive with disobedient green, every step muffled by moss and memory.Autumn walked it barefoot. The cool leaves and tangled grass pressed against her skin, grounding her in the present, reminding her that she was both heir and caretaker now.The Mirror Crown did not follow her here.She left it on the altar in her ritual room&mdash
The gate didn’t close with thunder. There was no sound to announce its ending—only a hush, deep and resonant, that rolled across the fields and lingered in the orchard’s roots. The world seemed to sigh, letting go of old tension that had held it tight for centuries.It folded. The boundary between realms curled inward, delicate as a petal closing at dusk, leaving only traces of magic in the dew and the grass.Softly. Like the closing of a book after the last page, or the drifting of snow when winter gives way to spring. The air itself seemed to grow gentler.Like the end of a song no one realized had already stopped. The silence was so complete that it felt sacred, inviting those present to listen for what might come next.Autumn stood just beyond the spiral stones, barefoot in the grass, the Crown now quiet behind
Luma did not possess a physical form.There was nothing tangible to inter, nothing to ignite in farewell. No delicate hands to fold in repose, no glassy eyes to gently close. Instead, there remained only the void where she had once ex
The moon hung low, swollen and gold, casting a heavy glow across the clearing where the Veil had once torn the world open. Its light gilded the grass in molten silver, washing everything in a dreamlike hush.Autumn stood barefoot in t
The summons came carved in obsidian.A single rune, etched into a stone left silently on Autumn’s windowsill. No courier. No messenger. No words. Just magic, humming like a struck bell, thrumming in her chest until she could fee
Autumn woke beneath a silver sky.Not gray. Not cloudy.Silver. Pale and bright like the inside of a dream. The light had no source—it simply existed, soaking into her skin, painting everything in shades







