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“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

She knew that they were in trouble. But just as she thought things couldn't get any worse, something strange happened. Steve's eyes turned dark, and his canines grew longer and sharper. He took a step forward, and the man stumbled back in fear. "You...you're a vampire," the man stuttered. Steve bared his teeth, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "And you're in my territory," he said. The man turned and ran, disappearing into the shadows. Steve turned back to Celess, his eyes returning to their normal color.

The vein in her neck fluttered like a whisper, and my thirst exploded. I didn't want to hurt her. But I did. "I should've left," I muttered, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. The fire within my throat had been roaring for days. My body was breaking down, and my mind was going mad. Vampires could go without feeding for a time, but not when they're surrounded by temptation. Not when the very girl you're trying to protect keeps walking into your arms, looking at you with that soft innocence that makes you forget you're anything but a monster.

He was like a wind when he went near them, you could not even notice him with your bare eyes when he does that, it was one of his abilities as a VAMPIRE. The criminal and the victim were shocked by his sudden appearance, they didn’t notice him. The woman cried, she was glad that someone came to help her, but she was still worried because she could only see a thin yet tall young man, she wondered if she could beat the guy who was thrice bigger than him, especially that he has no weapon. “How dare you disturb me when I’m not even finished and just starting to feel good,.,’’ he glared at him as he let go of the woman’s neck.

This was just another test I gotta ace although this time, what is at stake is my life. I stood up, adjusting my gown. I am Lena Hale, Consort to a Vampire Lord. Despite how unbelievable it is to my mind, I really have to start thinking it this seeing as I couldn't possibly run from the palace. I should sleep now so I can be well rested before the Vampire Lord comes for my blood.

“I am a Vampire bitch! This can’t hurt me. I untouchable.” She cocked her head to the right and gave off a smirk. “Wait for it! Yes, you are touchable, and you Prick.” Then he burst in dust like he was never there. Between her secret sauce and the rusted iron rod, it was the only thing that would kill a Vampire. As she walks over to Natalie and dust herself off, she reaches for Natalie. “Come on, let’s get you home to your aunt’s and you can tell me all about why you were here, what that Vampire has to do with you, and why was he such a nasty mood.”

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

“Remember you owe me a dance, Sweetheart.” “I did forget you not.” Turning a smile to him and waving my hand, a purple rose vine crept in from the window and directed to Vander’s direction. All vampires possess abilities that are common and different from each other, and mine’s the capability of controlling plants that only grows abundantly in a certain place.

We don't know the actual plan he has for them or what he does to them but all I know is I just keep gaurd. Mind my own fcking business and stay out of sight. The last thing I want to do is give this motherfucker a reason to make me his next bed pet. Vampires are notorious for sleeping with multiple partners. And we even sometimes get soulmates. Not doing things like this. Frustration flows through me while thinking of mates and love I shove both hands through my long black hair with silver and purple highlights running through it. My ice blue eyes are burning from exhaustion.

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.