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Adrianna seemed different than anyone else. "You surely got traumatized, Miss Cosgrove. Vampires don't exist…" Xavier was being impatient when the topic of vampires erupts. "What else would you like to call them?" She asked with a smile. "Have you seen or met any?" Xavier's curiosity made him ask this.

Protected. But the blonde and bronzed male only laughed in return, lightly shaking his head. "My, how brutal you've become, Nyktos. I cannot say that vampirism suits you," he commented, simply having another sip of his drink. "Don't you agree with this, miss...?" His blonde brow slightly rose upon finding her gaze again, making her realize that he was actually talking to her now, and that he had just subtly requested for her name. "Diana. My name is Diana Rose and no, I do not agree," she immediately blurted out before she could even try and stop herself, mentally slapping herself for even answering to him. Damned be her meek and polite nature. This guy deserved anything but!

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

He rummaged through his desk until he came across a notebook and a pen. “Will this work?” He asked, walking over to me. I nodded. “Perfect,” I answered, taking the supplies from him. “Thank you.” With that, I opened the notebook and began writing about my personal adventures. I wrote about everything that had happened to me. Some stuff was hard to write about. I hated remembering that new vampire and everything he had done. I hated remembering how he felt and how he made me feel. But I wrote it and by the time I finished, I had filled out multiple pages and I was satisfied. I knew in my heart that this was going to be the story that everybody talked about.

"Nothing. I was sleeping! I just woke up, and poof, I was in the Nork palace and headed straight for you." "Before that, then. Think. Maybe something was done or said about my world. Years could have passed since it happened, but you would remember." A heavy pause. "There is something." Though she was spectral, her footsteps seemed to pound into the floor. "Once, I interviewed a vampire at my lab. I asked him question after question, but he refused to answer. I stood to leave. Suddenly he spoke up. He told me to let him go, to let him find his female before it was too late. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the authority. The next day, I returned." Urgency filled him. "And?"

She slowly opened the journal. Entry 1 December XXX I am Helena, a vampire living in the palace. I'm one of the people that Queen Hildegarde trust; she is also my friend. I wrote this because I could feel something's amiss going on at the palace. I first notice the man that kept following Her Majesty wherever she goes. The man looks different. I could feel that he's dangerous, and I am worried about Her Majesty's safety. I don't know what I should do.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

Victor reminds me and I roll my eyes at him, I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be home with my baby or at work trying to get her out of Dylan's arms. "Fine, get them here," I say with a sigh. "Shouldn't you interview us?" Victor asks. "Go get your girl some milk or something, and tell the first victim to get in," I say and he just laughs, he knew I wasn't here by my own will. "They'll be right here for you detective," Victor says finally leaving the room, I should've gotten a coffee or water or something else to drink, but too late now. The vampires that came in looked different, each one had their own personality, some looked happy to be here, others were very calm, I had to ask them al

I was about to stand to see clearly how the fight was going on when someone suddenly grabbed me from the back. "Got you," said the baritone voice as I felt a strong arm around my shoulders, holding me captive. I froze in fear. A man. A vampire. He must be with the long-haired woman!