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Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

He smile widely. "We are! I am Drake Nikolaevich. The very first true blood vampire. And my wife is the pureblood Lycan Queen, Nadea. And you, Melody Ania Nikolaevich, are our powerful, beautiful princess. And your fated mate here is a pure blood werewolf. And he's not just a simple warrior either. " He says with an approving smile. So how does the vampire world not know that my last name was the last name od the vampire lord. "I would want him even if he were a demon or human," I said softly.

I asked her softly. Looking between me and my father she nodded slightly. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok, earlier you told me you were running from Voldin. Who is that?” She looked away. “The master.” Her voice was barely over a whisper. “He’s the strongest and oldest vampire to exist.” She looked at my dad. “He hates wolves.” I sucked in a breath quietly. ‘Vampires? We are being picked off by rogue vampires?’ I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Vex or mind linking my dad, but they both just kind of seemed to be gaping at the news.

The two twins stared daggers at each other before Archie finally backed off, getting up slowly and glaring at the bloodied vampire on the ground. “Albwin you don't happen to have truth serum in your bag of tricks do you?” Torin turned to Albwin who had also lowered his bow. Albwin nodded, put his arrow back in the quiver, and set the bow down to take out his pack. They forced the serum into the vampire's mouth. “Who is this Lord Quinten?” Callum asked first “High Elder of the Blood Lust Coven, he is one of the oldest vampires. He’s a First.” The vampire replied. Callum look startled at that.

"I knew they kept you somewhere in this wing." I slowly turned my head. Standing a few feet away was a young noble. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, dressed in an extravagant velvet coat that practically screamed old money. His eyes were wide, bloodshot with drink and a manic sort of greed as he stared at my pale skin and long black hair. He had clearly skipped the service outside just to hunt me down. "You're the one," the noble breathed, taking a predatory step closer. "The oldest vampire in the realm. My father told me about you. He said Lord Vincent used to boast about having a creature that could seduce a man to death."

Jeanie tried to explain. "What's the oldest vampire that you know of?" I asked. "Over 1000 years old. Some say it was closer to 4000 and others say only 2000 but hell some say they can't age past 1200 years old. I don't think anyone really knows, most of our knowledge of them is by word of mouth anyway, and you can't trust most of the filthy bloodsuckers." Jeanie spat. "So what about the blood of other hidden species? Does it help vamps live even longer than human blood?" Maisie piped in.

Cullen had called Colin Andrews, the ancient vampire who lived just east of the pack's border. Colin had been semi-friendly to Cullen for the last two hundred years and had played a part in keeping the peace in the region. Colin was the oldest vampire in the United States, and nearly all others feared or respected him. Cullen had explained about scenting a youngling at the hotel. And that there was a rogue wolf pack prowling their lands.

Karina frowned but eventually answered the question, "A pureblood vampire known as Oz. The organization decided to take measures when the vampire decided to randomly feed and kill more than a hundred humans. The only reason known was because some human pissed him off one day. The vampire was estimated to be six hundred years old, one of the oldest hunters had ever recorded. Now tell me the truth. Why is another pureblood after you? Just tell me the truth." "The truth? You don’t need that. What you need to know is that the vampire that you brag about being killable is a pureblood that is estimated to have lived a thousand years already… or maybe even longer. What matters is that it’s impossib

The sweat on Darick's chest glistened as moonlight pierced through the window and onto his body. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to answer me or not after the conversation we just had, but he surprised me—his tone was casual and tired. "Hmm, let’s start with ancient vampires. These vampires are between the ages of one thousand to five thousand years. They are the strongest type of non-original vampires,” he explained. I sat up, eager to hear more. "Now, the first and oldest vampires in the world—the Original Vampires—have powers and abilities are that are the most advanced. Their advanced age grants them much more strength and power than any other generation, and they are by far superior

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.