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My eyes widened-he'd said it loud enough for others to hear. He caught my reaction and scoffed lightly. "Relax. Everyone here is one of us. You'd know that if you were fully transitioned." I let out a quiet breath and slid into the seat across from him. "Is this your place?" I asked, glancing around the cozy shop. He nodded. "Yeah. Vampires only really drink three things, blood, alcohol, and coffee. I figured I'd give them a place to enjoy at least one of those in peace. And talk."

I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.

Until one day, while sitting in the corner of a banquet, I overheard them talking about the north. The northern vampire nobles had suddenly grown rich. A young female vampire had opened new trade routes. She had secured deals of a scale no one had ever dared imagine. Elena. It had to be her. In that instant, all my illusions finally vanished. I was going to find her.

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.”

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?

The look in his eyes is completely replaced by that of a bloodthirsty predator. “Lorcan!” Fear as well as excitement engulf me. He is a freaking vampire. His eyes reveal everything. “Move Verena Layton.” He growls, his fangs growing. “Please. Please move out of my sight. I beg you.” “You are a…” I pause. “...vampire.” “YES, I AM A FUDGING VAMPIRE!” He growls, his voice strained with self-control. “GO AWAY BEFORE I DRAIN YOU!”

After all, she was 'experienced' not to say old and hadn't heard such things in a long time. - Vampires and werewolves are older than the world itself, but...only a few decades ago...they dared to come out of the darkness. - Are you trying to tell us that here in this book," Sheila pointed to the book Soraia was holding, "are the weapons that can kill our species? - Not only described...but the location of them," the coughing and vomiting of blood had once again interrupted her, but she was willing to tell her everything. - The location of many is here in Lacrimal city.

That I was only here to give him heir. "Vampires cannot fall in love with humans." Tears started stinging in my eyes as I walk towards Alex. " It's Forbidden."

Exclaimed Caleb, his eyeballs almost jumping out of their socket. "Yea," Anya smiled at an excited Caleb. "Damn!" Caleb continued. He couldn't get enough of the news. "Did you guys run into any vamps?" "Like vampires?" Anya asked a little bit shocked than she should be. "Yes!" "No. Are we supposed to run into them?" "Gee, that is THEIR city. Just like Mongroove is known to be the Haven of werewolves, Suncity is the base of Vampires in the whole of Gloss Angeles."

KATERINA Just as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smu