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However, if I weren't in the vicinity, there's no doubt there would be vampire guts splattered about the diner. And they wouldn't be Hezekiah's. As the voices grew louder and graduated to arguing between the two groups, a loud shout from the front door immediately caught everyone's attention. "Excuse me!" A man had yelled. From the look on the pale ones' faces, they knew who this man was. I was unfamiliar with him, but I knew upon looking at him that he was a vampire—burning honey-tinted eyes, ghostly white skin, and a deathly tinge to his complexion. He walked into the diner wearing black slacks, a dark gray turtle neck, and a black trench coat. His hair, red, was shaved closely on the side

What they saw left them questioning life. The man is actually a vampire. But he did not look like any normal vampire; his face had veins and scars showing. His dark skin complexion got even darker. His mouth contorts and stretches—which unveils his sharp and pointy fangs dripping with blood. His tongue is shown to be sliced in half. His eyes are bloodshot red with a hypnotizing glow. His eye lids looks like dark red and black mascara is falling from his eyes. His hair is black, short, and nappy. His ears are pointy and disfigured. He has his shirt off. His body is beautiful; showing his six pack abdomen and bulky arms. But even though his body is beautiful—it has a lot of scars, blood, and b

Her eyes are almost bright red and while I feel that I should look away, I can’t. I take the moment to more fully look at the male, and realize that if someone hadn’t told me he was a vampire I never would have guessed it. He’s got an olive complexion, normal eyes. Dressed in black slacks and a navy blue collared shirt. Definitely giving an office guy vibe. Maybe a banker or something. Just making assumptions from the few times I’ve seen television. People I see on a regular basis don’t dress like him certainly. He also looks… expensive. He’s got a large watch that I’m sure has to be pricey. “Ohh I can’t wait to stick that in the old mutt’s face! I’ll tell Shane he needs to go back to presch

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.” “Fuck,” Edric swears and throws his shirt at me while he pulls on a pair of boxers. “Get ready,” he says through our mind-link, before opening the door. The vampire strolls in, tall and fierce, a sarcastic smile on his face. He looks just like I thought a vampire would look. Long dark blonde hair, porcelain skin, black coat, walking stick, sharp fingernails, and all. Well, I guess the movies have to get some things right, don’t they?

she announced to Harry. Consequently, all stopped walking when only ten steps separated them. The three vampires were dressed entirely in black. They all wore long-sleeved shirts and pants and a thick hoop earring in each ear. A crest shaped like an inverted tower had been stamped on them. Their shoes, full of mud, testified to the long walk through the woods they had had to make to get here. The three men had brown hair, and by the scarlet pupils they had, Emmanuelle did not doubt that they must be hungry.

“You expect him to just spill his guts at dinner?” He grinned, teeth sharp. “No. I expect him to show his teeth the second you poke his ego. Which is what you do best.” I stood and stretched, bones popping, adrenaline already flooding my system. “What do I wear to a vampire’s coming-out party?” “Leather,” Grant said, eyes dancing. “And maybe something with a little red. I even have a better idea; I am going to cut myself and see how he sniffs.” I moved toward the stairs but paused in the archway. “You really believe they need us both, vampires and wolves?”

Isabella A monster came inside with blood on his hands and what happened to be a mask on his face. He seemed like a creature of darkness dressed in his all-black suit. He took off the jacket that was bloodied and wet, exposing a black shirt underneath with black suspenders and black trousers. His shirt was undone at the first two buttons, exposing bronze skin. I would recognize him anywhere. But Damon truly looked like a beast.

The air felt thick with old magic. “Out! Now!” Sorin yelled, kicking his door open. Edwin carried me out, running toward the ruins. Behind us, the pursuing cars slammed to a halt. Doors flew open. At least six vampires spilled out, eyes glowing red. “Give us the hybrid!” one shouted. Sorin spun around, cracking his neck. “Come take her, assholes.” Edwin set me down behind a crumbling stone wall. “Stay here. Promise me.” “Clark, your shoulder—”

But in fact, I did find nothing until now. I was quite disappointed. When I was about to go back the dorm room quietly, a man suddenly stood in front of me. "What are you doing?" I was shocked by this sudden sound and turned my head to look at him. It was a tall, handsome, and young male vampire. He was dressed in a black suit standing casually but elegantly. Those blood-red and dense eyes was so beautiful. And he was looking at me friendly. His eyes were not the usual red or red-gold. I hadn't seen this kind of color before. It was a deep Burgundy wine color. I was attracted by his charming eyes.

Saffy couldn't bear to think that this boy, vampire or not, was brain dead, although she reminded herself that he'd been brain dead for two hundred years, or near enough. Saffy was just about to go and see Edyth when the door opened, and Jack appeared and followed by a man wearing black leather from stetson pushed back on his head to the flashy studded cowboy boots. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing his best breeches, his highly polished Hessian boots. His dark blue superfine wool tailcoat covered a blue and pale yellow waistcoat. Saffy glanced at the white cravat studded with a sapphire pin.