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As she was furiously walking back to her room, her shoulders bumped into someone. "Sorry," she said and tried to help the person who was in a bent position with her hair covering her face. "I didn't mean to..." Her words were cut short when a slap landed across her cheeks as she tried to apologize to the victim. The lady stood straight and yelled, "Who let a vermin into this palace?" Justice immediately bowed his head, "she's Alpha Aaron's guest, Luna Miram." He replied. Mia looked shocked at her, Mia's mind was still reeling with confusion and pain from the slap that resounded on her cheeks.

“She’ll take good care of you.” Without much of a warning. The three found themselves in front of Mavis Jones’ front yard. Who had also been sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. She glanced at the three with worry. Mavis glanced towards the house and saw that neither of her parents saw them emerging from nothing. She pushed herself out of her chair and ran towards the three. “What are you doing here,” she hissed at them. Mavis saw the blush on Ava’s cheeks, while Azrael was being held by a good-looking man. She licked her lips when she had gotten a better look at him. “Who is this walking sex machine?”

Not me. There was something beautiful about it like I was stepping into a painting. This place will be perfect for me to find an inspiration. “Okay! This is it!" I said while clapping my hands, feeling excited all of sudden. “Seriously?" Lexi squinted her eyes,” it looks like Dracula's summer house!” I grinned " it's perfect!” ~~~~~~~~ Next day,I stood Infront of the towering doors of the mansion. My bags in my hands. The doors creaked open before I could raise my hand to knock and a woman who looked like she was in her mid fifties,her hair was tied in a neat bun.

James said. “You have a daughter?” Tiffany whisper yelled at me. But it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. I scratched the back of my head, “you see. I didn’t tell you about her before because she’s 24, and I’m only supposed to be 30. But in reality, I’m 105.” Tiffany’s jaw dropped. “Oh good! You told her about us! Does that mean she wants to transition to be a vampire too?” Julia asked.

With that, she made her way through the hole in the wire mesh fence and the both of them headed into the castle. They walked down a long hallway and into a laboratory. Noticing the advanced equipment inside, Larissa fell into deep thought. This place seemed to be regularly used. Could this be the residence of some mad scientist in the Twilight Group? Larissa held Vincent's hand as they began to search through room after room. Finally, they managed to find MAVIS in one of the rooms. The electric screen on MAVIS' chest displayed a blue screen. It continuously sounded out an alert, "Data error, waiting for reboot. 3, 2, 1 … reboot failed!"

“Not even in her first century yet, but she has already made a name for herself. Intriguing.” “Yeah,” Travis nodded as we entered the car. “Oh, and Travis,” I said with a smile. “She's just two decades old. That's too young to have a century-old vampire flustered. You're approaching your second century. If you want her, then get her.”

Rafe really should have better control of his people. “Pardon me, Miss Ainslee.” The woman who stands before me is tiny with dark hair and the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen framing her chocolate eyes. She wears a black and white maid’s uniform and looks to be about my age, though I smell the metallic odor of blood and know she is a vampire, so it’s hard to say how old she is. “I’m here to get you ready for dinner.”

“Nancy, I’ll see you in a week!” Mavis breaks into a full sprint, her hair whipping in the air behind her as she races the long vehicle down to the chicken place, hoping the driver does not take note of her. Thankfully, she arrives within seconds of the car, breathing very hard and heavily. The driver stops right beside her and gets out. He gives her a simple once over, his eyes stopping the longest on her flaming red hair. “Mavis Port…?” She nods breathlessly. He opens the door for her to enter into the vehicle, no other words need to be exchanged.

She had a long red ponytail sticking out from the back of that cap and she turned amused, friendly and familiar sparkling green eyes in Bonnie’s direction. “Hi,” the lady said. “I’m Mavis” “Oh, hello, Mavis, I’m Bonnie,” Bonnie replied. After setting down her breakfast, she offered her hand in greeting. “David told me Bryan was coming to fix the engine…I didn’t realize someone would be making the trip out with him. Welcome”

“I’ve lived for eighty-two years, young man. I’ve kept fish for over twenty years. I don’t just know them I understand them.” I almost smile. “You seem confident,” I say. “I am,” she replies. “And you’re lucky.” There’s something in her voice that makes it clear she won’t accept arguments. She walks to the elevator and presses the button several times quickly. “Come,” she says over her shoulder. “You’ll decide for yourself.” Not a request. An instruction. I follow her inside. “I’m Mavis,” she says as the doors close. “But call me Mae.” “Vincent,” I reply, shaking her hand.