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"What's your name?" "I'm Miranda Whitmore, the other girl is Shelly-Ann Stevens, holding her is Duran Doe, the big guy is Valko Silver. This stinky one right here is Nigel Vanderwolf." "Ahhh, A Vanderwolf you say? Hmm," the vampire hummed. "And what's your name?" Miranda asked him.

I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city. The vampires talked among one another as they ate, each one looking astoundingly perfect in every way. Humans often envied vampires for their looks, as did I when I was younger. I stood silently next to Master, as did some of the other slaves and pets. A few vampires kept their pets on their lap, such as the vampire sitting next to Master. Xander is what I came to find out his name was. He seemed to be a good friend of Masters since he's the only one I've seen Master talk to this entire time.

Just as his fingers were poised at my core and his fangs were about to pierce my flesh, I woke with a start. I looked around for what had woken me and found nothing. Damn it. Just when it was getting to the good part. Then I shook my head vigorously. No, I shouldn't be wishing for sexy dreams starring the scary Vampire Lord. Why did I even dream about him? He called me something in the dream: “Val'thira.” It probably was just a result of my overactive mind.

“What time are you planning dinner? I’m taking a ride with Vampire.” She looks between me and Beth and then settles her gaze on Beth, ignoring my question. “Vampire is one of Dax’s officers. All the guys go by names they received when they gained full membership into the club. Dax is Dagger. I don’t know most of their real names.” She juggles the baby like a pro, which I guess she is. His dimpled cheeks and plump arms and legs shouldn’t affect me this way. Hell, the last thing I am is daddy material. Without an answer to my bogus question, I escape to the main room. Vampire is starting a game of pool with one of the other guys. “I need to check security around the property and could use a gu

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

I was about to stand to see clearly how the fight was going on when someone suddenly grabbed me from the back. "Got you," said the baritone voice as I felt a strong arm around my shoulders, holding me captive. I froze in fear. A man. A vampire. He must be with the long-haired woman!

Dean walks out of the trees, now fully dressed. "She is my mate, vampires. Do not even think about hitting on her, she is a werewolf and not into vampires. Do not even think about putting your filthy hands on her," Dean says. I am surprised I did not realize the creature before I was a vampire. "I am no ordinary vampire, and I am an original. My name is Vladimir. Keep yourself out of my business, werewolf. I am not afraid of you, and I can kill you with the snap of my finger," Vladimir says.

And of course, he's always able to see eight through me. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips as he walks closer to me . “You deserve to know who he is,” he mutters, his voice tight. “The man who just left… his name is Vince. Prince Vince of the Crimson Court. He's a vampire prince.” I blink. “Vampire’s are real?” He nods once. “Yes, and they're manipulative bastards.” That earns a raised brow from me. “Go on.”

I continue to search around for a good hiding spot. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome!” a voice made me freeze in my position before I looked up to face around five guys coming out off a lift. My stomach tied itself into a knot when I instantly realized that they were not normal people. Vampires. "We're so happy that you could all make it for this special ceremony at such a short notice." the guy with the light blond hair said out loud and I heard a few giggles behind me. "It's Tommy, everyone's favorite presenter. he's so cute." I heard girls whispering to each other and my heart raced at her words.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.