The Vampire Prince And Her

It was a royal emblem of the Eclipsis family, and it symbolized a solar eclipse and blood stars. A symbol that represented the family that ruled all vampire races: their monarch. This meant two things: either she was in trouble or she was not. Simple as that.An ordinary vampire could have that tattoo because they liked it, or this vampiress could be distantly related to the family. Wait. Why should she care? No matter what, this was a serial killer. In her 23 years of life, she had never spared a monster just because of wealth or social status. After dinner, she headed home. Past the skyscrapers, the neighborhood she lived in was dominated by red brick buildings. Her apartment was rather a shoe box than a studio apartment. From head to toe, she was smelly and dirty; she took a long bath and washed her hair, which was as red as a blaze, the opposite hue to forest green eyes. After that, she spent three boring days. Not even a summon from the ORP. Apparently, she had been overthinkin

They met at a cafe. Dave was rid of his usual smugness. He looked in a dream just like the hunter, but was not as crazy as yesterday. He admitted that there was something weird about his memory.“Tell me how you spent yesterday before you called me. Describe the way you remember.”“I don’t know. Everything’s confusing. The night before that I went into a fight with—you know—umm”“Elaine?” Her former friend who he slept with while he was dating Danica.“Yeah. Now it was like a dream. I was angry with her—and you—because normally you’d call me and ask me if I was okay. But you didn’t. The weird thing was I found out the date and the changes around me, but I was still confused.”“Like you were living in two different timelines at the same time.” That’s how George described his experience.“Exactly. How do you know that? When I woke up this morning, I also remembered I’ve already broken up with you, but—”“Do you remember meeting any suspicious non-human?” She did not know an other-race t

After the brief phone conversation, Danica spent her morning in the boxing room ten minute drive from her place. She was alone in the entire hall; it was too early for the day. She wore her hair in a tight ponytail and headed to a 200-pound punching bag near the corner. Mirrors covered the walls around, making the hall look more spacious. In a red crop top and black tights, she was leanly muscled, not the curvy type. Walking, she put the boxing gloves on. Early this morning, an ambassador of theirs had made a live video statement on the ownership of the mansion. The vampire prince had inherited the mansion when he was born a century and a half ago. The ambassador also cleared the ‘rumors’ about the prince missing in his statement. Reign was not missing, but on vacation instead. He was in Umbre City. Then he was the owner, and she invaded his home. Still, was this the reason he wanted to kill her?It didn’t matter. As much as he was, she was also out for blood. She threw a punch at

His voice was too low, almost a whisper–other than her wouldn’t have heard it. When in the world did he get so close? She bent forward with the plan to grab the pistol before she remembered the circumstances she was under. She took a few steps back. He followed. For human guests, they were none the wiser. Nearly everyone was out of the garden. Vampires, however, were a different case. Several sets of eyes were on them, from the far end of the garden, probably ready to take action against her. Despite the distance, she could guess they were watching her action. A lone hunter vs her natural enemies in their territory. Slowly, she faced ‘his highness’—she thought sarcastically—who was standing merely a foot away. His skin looked too smooth under the pearlescent light. She had seen many vampires, but no one like him. Wait, that’s not important right now. What’s important was his long slender fingers that were getting closer. What was he trying to do? Screw it. She was going to put a bu

‘No. No. No. No,’ she thought anxiously as she rose from the floor. She called his phone, and it went straight to the voice message again. Her hand reached for the pistol.Picking locks was not her specialty. She hoped he wouldn’t mind what she was going to do. Her gun clutched in both hands, Danica took a few steps back. She sprinted to the door and shouldered it open. It broke with a bam.Immediately she pointed her gun behind the wall, in case somebody was hiding there. It was empty.Before her was a slightly messy apartment, with a few things lying about. That was strange, because unlike her, he was quite particular about how things should be in the exact same places. That she knew within three years they became friends. Right after she had broken up with Dave, she went to a bar, with a fake ID. Three hours later, she was awfully drunk, but dragged herself out before throwing up on the sidewalk. By that time, she was barely conscious anymore, holding onto something: probably a tr