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He'll make your heart race and jealousy will eat you if he sees other people, worry will consume you if he's in danger. Yesterday played in my mind. The way my heart had fluttered, how I'd felt jealous of that waitress, how I almost broke Damon's back to save Aaron. "Oh, and also, every pure-blooded vampire is born with a special ability that distinguishes them from the turned ones," she added as I placed my now empty cup down. I rubbed the top of my arms as Replica put away my cup and took off her apron.

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

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?

"Here. Look at this chart below. It will tell you everything you need to know." I pointed to the bottom of the page in an attempt to distract myself from saying or doing something stupid. I'd had my share of sexual escapades, but no female caused me to feel this nervous. Her laughter could make even the coldest of hearts break. It's as if I lost all sense of rational thinking when she's around me. Gwen held the book in her hands and continued to read. “‘Red eyes indicate that vampires live on human blood and have recently drank from a human.’”

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

Dad was not there with the police, the council meeting is more important. I’ve seen the families of the victims crying and cursing at the media. Although there were a lot of people, she always stands out among them. It was only a short distance away that I knew he was there. She always smells like fresh water from the ocean, that’s how her blood smells. To tell you, strong human bloods have different smells. They go with the smell of the ocean, then different kinds of flowers. Vampires believe that the blood with the smell of the ocean is the most delicious.

Just a black text box. [NEW MESSAGE]: AUTHOR_ADMIN Congratulations!!! You're coloring outside the lines again, Rina. The Masquerade was supposed to end with your humiliation, not a standing ovation. Nice job! But do you think the Midnight Rose makes you a Queen? It makes you a target. WARNING: The manuscript has been seized by the publisher and it's self-correcting. If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset.

The silence returned, but it was a heavy, industrial silence, the steam clearing slowly to reveal a single, massive sheet of lead that had been forced through the cylinder by Xander’s surge. I pulled my hand away from the press, my palm raw and stained with an ink that wouldn't wash off. I looked at the lead sheet. It wasn't a story about a werewolf. It wasn't a law for the market. It was a Map. And in the center of the map, far beyond the Default Exchange and the bronze forest, was a place marked with a single, massive Vance seal. "THE FIFTH VAULT: THE AUTHOR’S DESK." Beneath the title, a single line of text was written in my own blood:

They don’t even know that we Vampires don’t kill random people just for the blood. We have our own clan, rules, and regulations, the different societies we live in. We barely kill humans and mostly drink the animal's blood. The City would have been vacant by now if we had killed them randomly. Bunch of idiots, humans. “Not much to do. You just need to sign some contract paper.” I handed her the contract as I said and passed her the pen. She grabbed the paper and shrug as she was unfamiliar with the contract and why wouldn’t she be? I hadn’t told her anything about it.

As Tommaso steps out of the wardrobe with a smile, I get a strange feeling in my stomach. Just keep calm. Taking a deep breath, I concentrate back on my book. But the ink on the off-white paper pages seem to melt into a blur as I sense the bed dip. Tommaso sits beside me, leaning on the headboard as well, and looks into the book. “What is it about?” “Some murderer doing some crazy rituals with his victims. Like something as a tribute to the Nordic Gods.” He chuckles, and my stomach turns, “Sounds interesting.” Oh, God. What does he want?