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"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

A frown twitched onto her face and in a sudden movement, she kicked him, causing him to fall flat on his back. "You killed my mother…" She spat the words as they left a bitter taste in her mouth. "... and now you can burn in Hell." In a final attempt at an attack, Demitri's foot flew through the air and kicked her arm. The lighter in her hand slipped and fell to the floor. Bright orange, angry flames spread quickly throughout the house and caught onto the slowly dying elder vampire. Harley stood staring at the burning body absentmindedly. She wasn't even aware of Mason calling her name until she felt a tug on her arm. The trance-like state fell away instantly and her eyes shifted to meet his

Master Vampire’s House (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the chamber. Darius lay sprawled on his king-sized bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half-naked red-haired female trailed her lips across his chiseled torso, her hands eagerly exploring every inch of his cool, pale skin.

“Aren’t you going to ask how and why we are doing this?” “I dint care. I just want him gone. He is the reason why I lost everything. I want him to rot in hell.” Nicolai panted loudly. Avery, who was holding his hand, gently patted his back. “Calm down lad. Your powers are going crazy,” he pulled him over to a chair and made him sit there. On the table, there was delightful-smelling pot of blood jelly. The other three youngsters were eating it ferociously. There were a total of seven vampires in this small, dingy house. they seem barely groomed and to be honest; they looked underfed as well.

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

Xavier said. So we walked towards the house and we went inside the large three story house that they lived in. It looked nothing like a packhouse, but it was very fancy and very expensive looking. Xavier took us to the living room on the third floor and his vampire 'family' were there but there was also a human girl and a bunch of guys that were unfamiliar werewolves to us. "Well, it looks like you've been busy." Jackson says.

“This is gross. I don’t want you to see this.” “As if I haven’t seen it before?” he chuckled. Then, with more seriousness, he said, “Don’t be frightened, my love. Kenton was careful in his selection of vampires to protect this house. You’ll be safe. In fact, you’ll be pleased to know that your bestie is one of them.” “Cindy?” I asked in a voice that was tainted by my gag reflux.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn