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He suggests. "That would be lovely, thank you," the tension in the room breaks as soon as a faint smile crosses my lips. My head lifts, eyes fix on the vampire. "Let's start with the vampires, shall we? Aside from those that feed on blood, there are many other species. Some argue that these are the next steps in evolution, but more argue mutation. Most famous, of course, are the vampires from the lost history books- feeding on blood, avoiding sunlight, the undead. To put it in simple words- that would be Kieran and me. Then come the skinners- an ugly, terrifying creature that feeds on the skin, but even the ancient vampires would do anything to destroy their existence.

"The Vampires aren't moving like an army. They’re moving like a plague. They’ve bypassed the traditional mountain passes and are using the 'Shadow Roads'—tunnels that haven't been opened since the First Age." Lady Morana stood at the head of the table, her face grimmer than usual. "They seek the Origin Flame. The Vampire King, Malphas, believes that if he consumes the blood of a True White Wolf, he can walk in the sun. He wants to end the age of the Moon and bring about a thousand years of dusk."

"It's a myth. Do I look like I'm in pain when I walk in the sun." "No. But garlic, do you hate them?" "No." "What about living an immortal life? Was it fact or myth? How long can you live? How old are you now?" He looked at me and asked, "Shouldn't you be afraid of me after knowing that I'm a vampire? Instead, why are you interested in me?" "I'm not interested in you. I just want to know more about vampires. I thought they were all fictional characters, but after seeing a real one, I'm intrigued. I've read that there are three types of vampires: blood, psychic, and hybrid. What kind of person are you?"

I watched her face as I said that, her brows scrunching in concentration while she processed my words. “That explains why you aren’t pasty like me” she said, wrinkling her nose and looking at her arms. “I mean according to pop culture vampires are pale, hate the sun or die from it, have an aversion to garlic and can be killed by driving a stake through their heart.” Her gray eyes flicked to mine, and she gave me a wry grin. “Don’t worry Cade, I don’t plan on turning into Buffy anytime soon.” I laughed at that and so did she.

"So why is this happening then?" "I don't think it is a newborn. If it is a newborn, he would have killed both men and women, but based on the death reports, those who were killed were only women. It could mean that this certain vampire prefers his prey to be women and is in the right state of mind to choose for a prey. Because the thing here is, when a vampire had just went through transition, he wouldn't be able to control his thirst and will just kill whoever he would find." "If hunting humans consecutively in one place is considered against the vampire rules, then why is he doing it?"

None of the books I read explained why vampires weren't immortal, and I can't exactly tell Helen that I’m basically a transmigrated stranger. "I can't seem to remember it clearly. Can you explain it to me?” I went with the honest, humble-student route. She readjusted her seat before launching into the story. Apparently, thousands of years ago, vampires were immortal. They lived forever and could only die if they were beheaded. Nothing else worked—not fire, not a stake to the heart. Until one day, a vampire offended a powerful witch. That’s when I realized witches existed in this world too.

, I announce, throwing open the cupboard to get my cheerios cereal. "Hey cupcake, sleep well?", he responded, his eyes still glued to the newspaper. From his still shaggy hair and sleep swollen eyes, I could tell he had just rolled out of bed and had come down for his usual coffee fix. The house still seemed very empty with just the two of us. My mum had died three years ago, during an uprising by the vampires in the city. She had been staked to our backyard tree and left to burn when the sun rose, because she had married my dad, a human. My mum was a vampire, a made, not a pure blood, and she had been brutally killed by a sadistic bunch of fuckers who believed that humans were lower than th

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

"Not long it was fast because I am pure blood and the pain lessened because the pills you took were painkillers but you overdose. I will make sure to lock that room again. I don't want this repeating again." I explained only realising now that we could now live for eternity. I kissed her on the lip, neck and lingered most at her mark which I had put during one of our passionate nights. It was now distinct that she is now a vampire. We engaged in drinking each other as time ticked to indicate that we were still alive by each other's side.