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He’d kill her if he did it again. Since he laid eyes on this wolf, she’s been nothing but trouble. Causing him such flustered effects and getting away with it. He had to know what it was about. So he kissed her. At first he thought nothing of it but then the sensuality grew. He knew something drew him to the woods that far. It was like witch craft pulling him like a sirens song. He knew something would happen, just not this. Vampires don’t mate. They don’t even know the meaning of love much less create an undeniable bond with someone. Sure they procreate, but it’s meaningless.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

Sia leaned down to her. “They’re animals.” She said, with a hateful tone. “Every last one of them.” Emil objected. “No that’s not true.” “It is! Look at what they did to him. Look at this place. Vampires killed my mother. They destroy everything and anyone they love. Being around them is a death sentence.” She stood to walk away, but Ken grabbed her arm.

I know we agreed not to read each other’s minds and all so I can freely say in my head that I think I am falling in love with him. I know he his my mate and I am supposed to be in love with him from the moment we meet but with Blake I took my time. Vampires do not have mates, they fall in love, and even though lake may be my mate he is still part vampire. I know he loves me, I can feel it pouring out from him every time he looks at me or is around me and I love him also.

Although I constantly denied it, she gave us our privacy. In fact, I've never been emotionally involved with anyone in my life. Before I was turned, there were suitors, but never anyone special. I definitely know what love is and have the capacity for it, but never fell in love. In fact, vampires can love more completely and fully than humans ever thought possible, and when we surrendered ourselves to it, it was complete.

I have never fallen in love maybe because am too busy with my profession "I said sadly . " love is a strong word for us vampires but I believe everyone is bound to find someone who will love and respect them"he said and I exhaled heavily while poundering on his words ...

Viktoria’s POV The only love I knew of, and the only love that made any sense to me was my mother’s love. I never knew my father’s love. I never saw love between my parents or anyone else, for that matter. I saw a strange look pass between some vampires and their mates, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. Being in love and having a mate or husband or whatever was never really something I thought about. I worked so hard to become dhampir and not to be sent to the convent that love really wasn’t a priority for me.

I didn’t understand the point in all this extravagance, but I was a much simpler person. If all a vampire has is time, then they have time to gather a bunch of expensive shit. “Thanks for the little tour, I am ready for Ms. Gonzalez if you could please let her know,” I said. She nodded and left me alone. I got out my laptop and video camera, getting all set up. There are so many wives tales surrounding vampires and one of the biggest is that they supposedly cannot be photographed. Not at all true. They are the most vein creatures for the most part, they absolutely love the camera.

CHAPTER SEVEN. (Downtown Svetyland. The werewolves territory.) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• Vampires hated the sun, it wasn't news. All supernatural beings knew that well. On the contrary, Damien loved the sun. It was one thing he loved about the earth. How a big yellow globe was hung in the sky, exuding great heat and warmth to him. Although he couldn't go anywhere without his daylight ring.

She scrunched her face, leaning further into the seat, and then let out a vast sigh. “No, I just hate that we have to compromise a lot of things because of a certain group of people. Why can they not just die?” When she said this, I swallowed hard, knowing she was talking about vampires. “I hate them so much that I would love to sit one on one with one of them, and I will rip them apart multiple times. They think they are so strong, but we keep beating them in wars, and…” she paused. “I just hate them!” she declared, her voice trembling with barely restrained fury as she curled her fingers so tightly that her knuckles turned white.