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They bared their fangs and hissed in May's direction. The elderly wolf's heart pummeled against her ribs, as her thick ten digits were lifted above her head in sign of surrender. A vampire with black pupils and bald scalp covered in tattoos approached May. He smiled in her face with blackened teeth, causing May to swirl a bit of saliva which had gathered in her mouth, and expel it onto his face. The vampire wiped his cheek then his eyebrows furrowed in malice before his fist met May's temple, rendering her unconscious.

“Please, don’t do this.” Valerius finally looked at her, and in his dark gaze she saw something unreadable, an assurance, perhaps, or a warning. Then he released her, stepping into the open circle. “You overstep,” Valerius said. “But if it is blood you want, Sylas… I’ll oblige.” A roar of approval filled the masquerade. Masks scattered, vampires forming a wide ring around the dais. The music struck up again, faster, more frenzied, turning the chamber into an arena.

Where was the error in her behavior? She was seething with annoyance as she pulled her favorite grimoire down from the shelf and flipped through the pages. Her anger grew as each spell she cast did not offer the knowledge she required. She noticed a page at the back of the book that was all about vampires and the lore around them. There was a remark put in the margin in a spidery hand that stated there were no known spells that could be used to track down vampires because they were, for all intents and purposes, dead, and one could only do ritual magic on the living. This notation explained that this was because one could only perform ritual magic on the living.

She took a seat, letting me know that this was far from over as I braced myself. " The coterie has ten villages or communities, outside from this one. Each is led by one of the first hundred people that his majesty turned who have been by his side all throughout the years. Their loyalty has been unshaken all through the years. I have sorted out your side of the library where all your documents are stored. The shelves that have your name carry all the files you will ever need. The files in blue folders contain all the information there is to know about the villages. The green files carry all personal details of all vampires that exist while the black files carry the personal details of all de

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis" As she did this, each vampire wore a mark on their forehead, a symbol rather, using a trace of the potion to do it which reinforced the potion's connection to them and could be used as their new brand. The leader of the vampire, loved the idea of that. The change was good.

Damn the room felt hot suddenly. "What is it Amy? Are you going to stare at me all day? " "Ah, no, " I could tell she blushed. "Please forgive me. " She continued. "But I believe we've solved or rather May had solved your issue of amnesia. " "Explain, " I said through gravely uninterested in this conversation. "There's something in the old books about incomplete awakening of a vampire. Technically it states that if the ritual is incomplete well....there might be some undesirable effects. "

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

Ang shouted, as his steel head lit red. At this point Vic seemed lost. "Will you teach me how to get stronger then?" Vic asked. "Of course, that's my duty. Now where do we start?" Ang replied, "The most important thing you need to know, I think you've known it already. You're a vampire and not just an ordinary vampire, a psychic Vampire. Your powers have stages and levels, but as time goes on, you'll understand it all. There's not much to it as you can just ask the watch directly for details. Just touch your right eyebrow and ask the question."