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EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

When she raised her hand to wipe at it, the vampire’s vice grip stopped her. “Allow me,” the vampire said with a sickening sweet tone. Agatha’s eyes widened as the vampire’s face moved close. The intense light magnified the pulsing of her blueish veins beneath her white skin. Her thick, pouty lips parted as her long tongue licked the blood from Agatha’s flesh. An involuntary shudder of revulsion by the witch caused the vampire to laugh out loud. “Oh I do hope Corey wins you. If you shudder from my touch, I can only imagine how you’ll respond to his sadistic sexual prowess.” She clapped her hands in a childlike manner. “He promised to let me watch and then share your blood at the end.”

"Just because the dust isn't disturbed doesn't mean that no one has been through there, Charlotte and I... We... Even after father had banned us from going in there, we would sneak in and sit in one of the back rooms as it is like a small library, there is a mountain of books in there that we couldn't find anywhere else. Like our history for both vampires and werewolves, I think there was a mate match of a werewolf and vampire in the Royal family a long time ago before any of the wars divided the two species, I think the war had something to do with that pairing. We would always make sure our steps were light, and we never touched anything but the door handle, so we didn't disturb the dust a

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

I shifted, trying to ease the growing ache in my pussy, and tried to remember why I'd sworn off men. The corner of one full lip curled up as he searched my face. I looked down, unable to meet the intensity, the vitality of his gaze. I know I'm a pretty pathetic excuse for a vampire. My pink fuzzy sweater should have given that away. What kind of vampire wears pink? But the sweater had been a birthday gift from my friend Jess and, honestly, I absolutely loved it. "You look a little pale," he murmured, moving in closer and taking my hand with an unexpectedly gentle touch. "This is primarily a wolf bar, but we can get you something to help with that...a nice red, perhaps?"

I knew he wouldn't pick Raven, but seeing how he is willing to give me up to a monster just like that… broke me. I came down from the stool as though I had lost all the will to listen and I went to lay on the tiny bed in the basement. I began to pray and hope that he wouldn't choose me. Alpha Urian is thirty two years old and still has no mate. If he is trying so hard to get a mate, it only means he is trying to get an heir. In other words, he isn't really interested in finding a mate, he just needs a breeder. With all the stories I've heard so far, it's better to be sold as a slave than be a breeder for a lycan.

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

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