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Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

“Yes. Two days ago. He’s still out there and still surviving. He’s a bit more feral now than he was but he’s focused solely on finding her.” Vale leaned forward. “Is that why…?” She shook her head. “Are you all familiar with the supernatural TV station?” I furrowed my brow, and so did a couple in the room. Lucy was the one who smiled. “I watch the vampire novella’s from it. They are so good. Cheesy but goddess do they make me cry.” Lucy chuckled and Felix pulled her in, crushing her against him to quiet her.

“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.

Yet, ever since she came here it is like she can not get warm. “Oh.” Adam says and Bella feels a little judged, so she quickly tells him “The movie is based off of a book series by Anne Rice called the Vampire Chronicles. I love this series because I am half in love with the main character Lestat. So I watch the movies sometimes when the mood strikes me.” “Movies? As in plural?” Adam asks her and she nods. “Yep. The sequel is Queen Of The Damned. It is pretty good too, but the first one is my favorite.”

Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath: Vampyre and Werewolf Mate Bonds.

Heavy drapes blocked the windows, candles provided the only light, and the long table was covered with open books, loose papers, and what looked disturbingly like medical journals from the nineteenth century. She looked up as we entered, and I noticed for the first time that she seemed more alive than either David or me; energized, almost luminous in the candlelight. “Good. You’re both here.” She gestured to the chairs across from her. “Sit. We need to talk.” “We need a hospital,” David said. “This is some kind of poisoning, or a parasite…” “It’s vampirism,” Elena said flatly. “Sit down.” The word hung in the air like a curse. I sat. After a moment, David did too.

There were two ladders with wheels so that you could climb to reach a book you wanted. Sebastian pulled out a book or two to read the title, and then put them back. He decided on three. “These books are about various gifts vampires of the past have had and how to use them. There are three volumes. Let’s start there.” I took the books and looked at the unfamiliar words, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t read very well, if not at all anymore.” Sebastian said, “What do you mean. Haven’t you learned?” “When the Luna was alive, I had started my letters and sounds and started to build simple words. But after she died. The werewolves hated me and never gave me the chance to learn more.”

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

I shrug and shake my head which conveys ‘please do explain your artwork, dear artist’. “Did you kiss him?” Amara bluntly blurts out and receives a smack from Julia. Sometimes I feel like Amara and Julia are female versions of Orlo and Dylan. Just that, Amara appears a lot more innocent than our sly younger brother. “Have you gone crazy?” Verena's upper lip twitches. “That's why I told you to stop watching romantic drama series.” “Says the one who is obsessed with vampires and vampire series.” Amara clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?