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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 gate didn’t look like a door. It shimmered at the edge of sight, a rift woven from memory and longing, both invitation and warning. Its boundaries were uncertain, flickering between the world of the living and the realm of what-could-have-been. Sometimes it was barely more than a shimmer, a distortion in the air, the way heat bends a summer road. Sometimes it was a wound, thin and aching, pulsing with all the things left unsaid.It looked like memory. Not any one memory, but the sensation of remembering itself—a haze of color, scent, and feeling, impossible to hold. Glimmers of childhood laughter, the weight of loss, the sharpness of first hope. The moment before waking, when everything makes sense and then vanishes.Silver ripples in the air, flickering like the surface of a still lake right before a storm. Each ripple carried fragments of voices—laughter, weeping, a child calling f
The Council moved at midnight. Outside, the orchard soaked up the moonlight, trees casting tangled shadows that writhed across frostbitten earth. The air was sharp with anticipation, every leaf and blade of grass holding its breath.They came cloaked in silence, wrapped in sacred wards and assassination rites, thirteen strong and terrified. Each step was measured, boots muffled by layers of concealment charms, hearts pounding in unison beneath the folds of their ceremonial robes.They told themselves it was a precaution.That Autumn Jordan was not their enemy—yet.That this was containment, not execution.But the Hollow does not care about intention.
Tristan He felt it before he saw it. An ache behind his eyes, a prickle along his skin, as if the world itself had drawn a sharp breath and held it. The silence rang louder than bells, unsettling the dust in the corners of the old house. A pressure drop. The air thickening, heavy and electric, as if a storm crouched just out of sight. His bond mark ignited just above his ribs, a flare of heat and memory that made him stagger, clutching at the balcony rail. The kind of magic that didn’t ask for permission. Didn’t whisper. It roared. He stood at the balcony of the Mirabella estate, watching the sky flicker between dusk and something stranger. The sun hadn’t set, but the light had… bent, pooling in corners and rippling across the fiel
Jade wasn’t asleep.She wasn’t awake, either.She was adrift—suspended in that thin place just beneath dreaming, where memories and magic blur into one long hallway of half-formed truths. The air shimmered with impossible colors, and every footstep echoed with the weight of someone else’s longing. Shadows drifted past her, whispering names she’d almost forgotten.She felt the pain. Distant. Like thunder behind a wall. It rolled through her, slow and relentless, a reminder she was still tethered to a body somewhere far away. Sometimes the ache sharpened, bright and quick as lightning. Mostly it lingered, dull and heavy, just on the edge of consciousness.She felt the bond. Thin. Splintered. Still there. It glimmered at the edge of her awareness, a silver thread fraying but unbroken, tugging her gently ba
Council Interlude – Behind the FlameThey met without her. The air in the chamber was thick with secrets and lingering power, the walls pulsing faintly with the echo of ancient spells. Shadows stretched across the floor like spilled ink, wrapping each figure in a cloak of concealment and intent.Of course they did.No summoning circle. No record. No vote.Just thirteen shadows around a table carved from the bones of old seers and buried kings. The surface was etched with sigils that shimmered beneath their hands, casting fractured light onto faces that rarely showed fear. Here, history and ambition braided together.Lady Vesper spoke first.“She will not submit.”The revenant grunted. “Then she is a threat.”
Tristan The bond broke at dawn, when the first thin light crept through the library’s high windows and painted the world in aching blue. Tristan’s dreams shattered, yanked away like a curtain torn from its rail, leaving him gasping in the half-light. Not completely. Not like a string cut clean. It tore. The sensation was jagged, raw—a rending that echoed through marrow and memory both. In that instant, every shared laugh, every comfort, every promise between them seemed to unravel, threads pulled loose by invisible hands. Like something alive being peeled away. He jolted awake in the Mirabella library, hand to his chest, breath gone. The shelves loomed around him, cold and silent, their shadows stretching long across the battered rug. His heart pounded as if trying to find the lost rhythm of the bond. The bond that had lived between them—golden, warm, steady—was now a splintered current, cold and twitching like static beneath his ribs. He pressed his palm flat, searching for t
The flames didn’t crackle with life; instead, they hissed and spitted, reminiscent of a serpent coiled in menace, warning any who dared intrude into its lethal domain.Autumn found herself standing amidst a grove engulfed by a r
The summit convened deep beneath the city's surface, nestled within the ancient catacombs of Detroit's oldest cemetery, where the cold air whispered secrets and the ground was laced with the remnants of dark magic—vampire blood and protective wards cast by witches. The Council of Ni
Rain dripped steadily from the aged stone facade of the old church, pooling in the crevices of the worn steps, while its boarded windows seemed to weep, cracked panes revealing shadows within. The Mirabella chapel had stood abandoned for decades, its doors sealed since the death of her gr
This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side







