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"Do not tell me what to do, Mother! All thanks to the gods, Azura survived my bites, but because she survived my bites never means I will mate with her. I have found my fucking mate, so do not tell me what to do." She heard the man say. She backed off towards the headboard. His shouts made her remember the pack she had run away from. But yet she was confused. Where was she? Had she entered the devil's territory? But these beings did not possess the scent of humans. Instead, they possessed the scents of something bloody, something that smelled of blood. Then it clicked in her mind. She had stepped into the lands of the vampires.

“And do not make the mistake ever to return. We shall remain in treaty with your pack, but the hybrids need to go!” “Mr. Belmont,” the woman says. “I am afraid that is not going to happen. We came for the girl, and we shall take her.” “Maybe you have some fur stuck in your ear! I said no!” my voice growls as I speak. “Well, you leave us with no other choice then,” she turns to look to her hybrid brother. There is a loud bang as another wolf comes morphing through the front door. A glass shatters as a bunch of black fur comes crashing through the window. There are five wolves and a hybrid in the common room; we are three vampires and a human…we are outnumbered.

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

CHAPTER 33 The laughter from breakfast had faded like smoke in the wind. The parlor was dim, windows drawn, the ancient chandelier overhead casting dull amber light across the long table. Dorian set down a thick, worn book with a heavy thud. Dust rose from its cracked leather cover, and Lucian and Kai stood silently behind him as he opened it. Elias watched, his arms crossed, his fingers still tingling from the pan incident. “This is the Viritas Codex,” Dorian said. “Oldest surviving classification of all known bloodlines and species. Vampiric, demonic, angelic, shifter, fae, witch-kind, hybrids. It’s what we use to identify anomalies.”

And the tabletop role-playing game Vampire: The Masquerade (first published 1991)—which contributed words such as sire (a vampire’s progenitor) and embrace (the act of making a new vampire) to the vampire lexicon—allowed players to create their own vampire worlds and pit warring vampire factions against one another. Although vampires had by the 20th century largely become creatures of fantasy, urban myths about vampires continued to persist. As late as the early 20th century, some villages in Bulgaria still practiced corpse impaling. In the 1960s and ’70s a vampire was believed to haunt Highgate Cemetery in London, and in the early 21st century rumours of vampires caused uproar in Malawi and

“Three pinches Rosemary; two pinches dill; one spoonful of crush lavender. Boil in one cup of water with black licorice for one hour, at a high boil. Leave it to cool overnight, then force the vampire in question to drink it in its entirety. Of course, this is useless without the ceremony that accompanies it. One must chant the ancient Latin script, used by the church used for thousands of years—” Caitlin’s heart stopped. As she turned the page, she saw that the next page in the book, the one with the ceremony on it, was torn in half. She could not believe it. Half of the page sat loose in the book, between the pages, displaying only part of the Latin ceremony. The other half of the page was

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

“My mother killed herself. She walked into the ocean. Vampires can’t drown.” “They can if their transformation is incomplete,” Vesper says. “They’re actually easier to kill than humans.” I can feel the blood drain from my face and my ears start to buzz. “Get out,” Aldric says to Vesper. The druid says something to his brother, but I can’t hear him. My head is filled with the sound of bees.

The Cosasi Vampires have no shame when it comes to sex, screwing publicly whenever they feel like it, not caring about who sees them. Queen Lamia’s wine-like eyes roam my body, and I realize I am naked. She might think she can hide her feelings well, but I can still smell her, and I know what she wants. Maybe I can make a deal with her. My body in exchange for letting Red free. “Sit,” she says as I look at her. The spell is still active, and I can’t move. “Sit!” she yells. I lie on the marble floor, looking at her. She snaps her fingers, and Mircea appears from behind her throne.

“Black. Voss. Good form. Keep it up.” **Supernatural Chemistry & Physics – 2:30 p.m.** Lecture hall again—Professor Krane back, this time on alchemical reactions between vampire blood and human physiology. “Golden ichor,” she said, projecting a slide of ancient texts. “Mythical substance. Divine blood. Rare. Volatile. Accelerates healing, amplifies power, but unstable in non-divine hosts. Causes fever, hallucinations, organ failure if not balanced.” My hand tightened on Elara’s under the table.