The Vampire Princess
Madison lay near her, side sliced open, bleeding, and barely conscious.
One of the vampires reached down and tasted Madison's blood. He spit it out. “A sinner, not a saint,” he had said, standing.
He gripped my throat. Scenting me. “Well, well, well, a little vampire in disguise. Very clever. Did you do that or did someone else?”
“Do what?” I clawed at his hand. “Mask your vampire blood.” He laughed out loud. “Oh, that is very clever. Not many would survive a bite.”
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