Cia Vampires の小説・ストーリー

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

This made me ask her, "Were you really born a vampire not changed?" "Yes apparently vampires can also have kids and we stop growing at the age of 21." she answered me. That also answered my question as to why every vampire I saw looked like a 21 year old. Stella came and joined us for some time until Lesley asked her to dance. "So Rubi can I tell you something." I nervously asked her. She nodded at me and I continued, "You know when I first saw Caspian with you I'm really sorry but I thought you were his girlfriend and that really made me hate you a little."

She had been with Ricard ever since. Her two companions were also vampires, following the Council’s decree that they leave the caverns only in groups of three or four. Behind Victoria came Wallace, a tall, stocky, vampire of English descent who still maintained the vestiges of his upper class London accent, despite having left the city almost three hundred years before. The final member of the trio was another female, Candice, a slender, aristocratic blonde who like to call herself Countessa, despite having been born to a poor Massachusetts silversmith and his wife nearly two hundred years ago.

Andrea walked towards the pureblood faction. "Vianca Amulet." The snob girl stepped forward and began walking towards the Dhampir faction. So she's half vampire, that's why. She was welcomed by Caleb, the leader of the Dhampirs. "Cyan Vincent Hillgard." The guy with a serious face stepped forward and walked towards the pureblood faction. "Rishan Aidan Marcus." That Rishan is a werewolf. There he went and now I was the only one left, alone on that stage staring at everyone while they were staring at me.

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

And yet when I'd first met her, she had been a timid little waif. Tyler did a ballet pirouette that was just a little too perfect which meant that once upon a time my deadly little Angel of Death had probably taken lessons. It intrigued me and again I found myself wondering who my friends had been before coming into contact with the vampires. Her frightening outfit consisted of a floral cotton dress, cashmere sweater, white stockings, and baby doll shoes. Her black hair was stripped of all hairspray and gel and fell in soft waves behind her ears. Instead of the stark makeup she normally wore, she now donned soft little girl neutral makeup that almost seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything.

"Isn't that enough?" "What else?" Zac asked again, his eyes boring into mine. Then I knew I had to risk everything. I had to lay it out on the line and let the chips fall where they may. If he was strong enough for this, I had to be, too. But it was the hardest thing I'd had to do in 200 years. I walked toward him and stopped two feet in front of him. I sighed, hedging, but he didn't budge, waiting patiently. "My name is Abigail Starland, and I'm a vampire."

He trailed his lips down to her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Willow." he said before releasing her hand and getting in the car. Willow placed her hands over her chest, her heart drumming against the bone as she watched the car drive off. That only confirmed it now. Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. ----------

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.