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I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

Greg shut the door and snuck into the kitchen for safety, so did the skinny lady as soon as Dracula freed her neck. "What celebration do we have?" He straightened his black shirt and bent his neck to the right–it made a pop sound. "I just-I just asked Greg to accompany me to the liquor store." He stammered, scratching the back of his head. "What celebration do we have?" Dracula's fangs lengthened and he could already taste the dogman's blood at the tip of his tongue. "Well-er, the-" "I said," Dracula balled his palm into a fist, raised to his chest and popped it–he moved slowly like a predator aiming it's pry. "What celebration are we having?"

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

"He can also hear my voice inside my heart." "Is he really a vampire?" asked Leora curiously. Every scene she remembered instantly. "That's right, none of that could have been done by an ordinary human being," Leora said softly. Leora lay herself on the bed while continuing to think about Elmer. A mysterious fierce man. That's the nickname Leora gave him now. Finally, Leora fell asleep. Because she thought too much about Elmer, she dreamed about that guy! ***

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

With Alexis' eyes being different, hazel, and Adrian's belief in the fact that Alexis had been possessed by the spirit of Alexandra. “That's all that has happened… and I feel like I'm even more of a failure in protecting Alexis.” Adrian muttered ending his story to Serina there. Serina was silent and began to digest what Adrian said there. “I seem to have heard an old legend that says that the first female vampire hunter in 1840, named Alexandra H. Wilson, was found dead in a gruesome way when she managed to kill many evil vampires at that time. Is it the same Alexandra that you already said about, Adrian?” Serina asked with that curious look clearly visible in her eyes right now.

Something warm and soft was sprawled across my chest, breathing loudly, drooling slightly, and—worse—smelling faintly of my 1834 Château de Montclair. I blinked. Slowly. The absurdity of my resurrection sank in. I had not been awakened by destiny or ritual— but by a drunk woman wearing mismatched socks and the scent of stolen wine. She muttered in her sleep, “Five more minutes, Dracula.” …Dracula. Who in God’s forgotten name was Dracula? I moved. She stirred. Her lashes fluttered, and she blinked blearily up at me. Our eyes met. Her pupils dilated. Her body went still.

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.