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"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

To him, who has nothing left, that woman became his everything. The blood of humans satisfies the vampires’ thirst, but because of the battle five years ago, vampires have turned away from human blood and accepted the blood of animals. That battle became the reason for the human and vampire ordinance to exist, the law that said no vampires would leave the Riparian zone to hunt for human blood.

he said, stepping closer to her. Anne hissed, pushing him aside. "Save your explanations for fools." She walked past him, heading outside, her hand covering her injury. Alexander took a deep sigh, following her with his hands stuck in his pockets. An empty look crossed his face as he knew he had lied to Anne. Being a vampire made it impossible for him to resist blood, especially at the sight of it. Although he drank from cups rather than directly from humans, the sight of Anne's blood darkened his eyes, and his craving intensified beyond his control. He had no choice but to flee the classroom before anyone noticed what was happening to him.

Mom stepped forward, her head bowed just as she had instructed me, but her voice remained steady. "I sighted a vampire first thanks to my daughter. I chased it into the tree line, only for its accomplice to come out of nowhere and attack me all of a sudden. I managed to kill one, but the other one escaped into the night." The air in the room grew suffocatingly thick as one of the oldest men at the table suddenly leaned forward. His face twisted with a sudden, devastating burst of grief and anger, his eyes rimmed with red as he slammed a fist onto the stone.

Look how close she was to pleading for it already! She couldn’t have intercourse with him. They were strangers. Worse, he was a vampire, a drinker of blood, and she’d studied his kind for research. Oh, God. Talk about a mood killer. If he ever found out, the mood wasn’t the only thing that would be killed.

The carriage started to move down the road to Alistair's home. The ride to the carriage was silent as each member were occupied with their thoughts. They got to the house and entered inside, Fife immediately poured himself a drink, he poured for the others as well and they all drank. "so, what just happened? How is he a vampire?", Elena asked. "I was born a vampire", Alistair answered. "don't you need to be bitten?", Theodore asked. "not all vampires are bitten. Some are born as well, the born vampires are more powerful",

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

I guess she abhors him at first sight. “Babes, did you notice that he gives off vampire vibes?” I say, stuffing my pencil box into my bag. “He has unusual pale skin and red lips, and he dresses entirely in black. It reminds me of one thing - the vampires.” “This happens when you are too much into the vampire web series,” she snorts, zipping her bag. “Vampires do not exist.“ “Uh-huh…” I shake my head. “Perhaps you are not paying attention to the news. Nowadays, vampire activities are being noticed.”

He took a deep breath. “We don’t have blood. And that is why you felt no urge to feed on me, as you had with Blake. Vampires are more powerful than humans, but we are more powerful than vampires.” Scarlet’s heart was pounding, as she was starting to believe it all. He was so convincing.

EPISODE 1 💮 I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am oft