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He trailed his lips down to her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Willow." he said before releasing her hand and getting in the car. Willow placed her hands over her chest, her heart drumming against the bone as she watched the car drive off. That only confirmed it now. Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. ----------

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh. It didn’t tell her much. It was just the usual definition of vampires, their history, some validities of their reality, and sources. Merely scrolling down, she picked up the most common keywords classic monsters and Count Dracula, which happened to be a legend from Bram Stoker’s epic novel, Dracula. She had already read it and things were becoming rather repetitive. No matter how hard she tried to fit Zheira’s description to how the article described vampires, there weren’t any. Fuming silently, she went back to the search bar and typed creatures with horns and golden eyes, and the results were as implausible as the first.

A few more times and she would actually be able to convince Horansi of the benefits. “It's a beautiful day isn’t it,” Careena whispered in a low tone, in King Horansi direction, noting the tension-filled and tight expression on his face as he looked around the arena at the citizens that were settling in their seats. Towards the left of the pavilion were the citizens of Lunera and sitting on the right were those of Blodinek, the vampires. Contrary to most belief that werewolves were more aggressive considering their nature, Vampires were the ones who usually became more aggressive the instant they caught the unique smell of werewolves anywhere close to them.

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

Jon asked his client. "Which makes his work even more valuable," replied Dante. "I find his self-portraits as a clown interesting and his paintings of his murder scenes captivating. His painting of his basement where he kept his victims imprisoned fetched two hundred thousand dollars in a recent auction and guess who sold it at more than three times its original purchase price?" "You?" Jon asked Dante, but he already guessed the answer. "Yes. It was a profitable transaction," came the reply. "People have always been fascinated with serial killers, don't you think? Just look at the most popular crime fiction and you'll find that a lot of them are about serial killers."

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

“That doesn’t mean that I believe in any of it, but isn’t it possible that your sister is on one side of a vampire conflict?” “That is a good point,” I agreed. “I mean, even in Twilight, not all of the vampires are on the same side.” “Why does everything have to come back to Twilight?” Lucy asked. “There are other vampire books, movies, TV shows.” “I know,” I shrugged. “It’s just the one I know the best, I guess.” “Maybe we should call Stephanie Meyer and ask her if she thinks your sister is a vampire.” Lucy laughed at her own joke.

The prying sensation of the mind’s-eye. “Err—no. No, there’s nothing.” I tried to sound as confident in my answer as I could. But if this man had seen any thoughts concerning Dawn in my head, I might have been in trouble. “It is just these books… they really fascinate me.” “Ah, young vampires are always thrilled at first by the old tales of the Lobo. Some believe that there must be more to it than just ink on paper.” He spoke like a sage. Full of wisdom.

she continued, raising an eyebrow provocatively. “You heard everything, didn’t you?” I took a deep breath, unwilling to engage her further, and turned to leave. But she stepped in front of me, smiling brightly. “If you have any sense, you’ll leave on your own,” she said smugly. “You should know that when a Vampire Lord conceives a child with a human, the bloodline may mutate into a higher-grade lineage. When that happens, the Costa family’s status in the vampire world will rise even further—and they will definitely support me.”