Empress to Impress (A Vampire Novel)

I was coming home from Ashlyn Derbot's party late that night. I pulled out my iPod and began scrolling through music. A 'Death Cab for Cutie' song blared through my headphones, drowning out all other sound.
I turned the corner of Davis St., the street lamps the only light. A chill crept up my spine and I pulled my old leather jacket tighter around me. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end with the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I tried to shrug it off, but didn't let my guard down. I wasn't doing a very good job when I ran into a man that I didn't see coming. I dropped my iPod.

"Sorry, man. My bad," I apologized, picking up my tech.

"No harm done," he wiped his very expensive looking coat. I glanced up at him, seeing he was about five years older than me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Lucinda. You?"

"Wesley Maddox III."

"Ha, you sound like royalty or something," I teased.

"I am," he smirked.

"What?" He slammed me into a tree.

"So pretty." he nibbled.



13. Chapter 13: Maybe

January 10, 2013 Wandering About the Flat


It took only two days for Collete to collect my new fake ID. I observed the piece of plastic in my hand, wondering how in the world Collete had gotten this picture of me. Surprisingly, it wasn't so bad. That is, with the exception of Marie Miller plastered on it.

I sat on the couch, covering my eyes to ward off tears. I knew my disappearance eleven years ago wasn't really Keith's fault. As a vampire-- and a part of the dynasty-- I would've had to leave sooner or later. It's just... thinking back on how I messed up, and that night when I was transformed against my will, it weighs down upon my shoulders like lead.

I drew in some deep breaths, slowly bringing myself into a calm state. I had to get out of this house before my depression began to fester. I wrote a note for Collete before grabbing my purse,  and new ID, before heading out the door.






"So... what will it take?" The Hunter questioned, feeling indifferent.

"Hurt me all you want, kill me if you have to. Peter Martin isn't a snitch."

"Well if you won't tell me about the dynasty, how about you tell me about the Ripper that's been goin' around? They've been all over the news for the past several years. Causing quite the problem for me."

"Nah, man. It ain't worth it," the vamp smirked.

"Awe, c'mon. I know that not all vamps get along. It's common knowledge."

"Well I get along with that so-called 'Ripper' so can go shove it," Peter spat.

"Honestly, it doesn't matter whether you tell me or not; because I'm going find them, and I'm going to destroy them," Hunter snarled.

"You can try," Peter scoffed.

"I'm the best Hunter in all my clan and in all the world. I think I can take a simple Ripper. I'll rip open their throat and cut out their heart," Hunter ground his teeth hard, "I'll keep them on the edge of death so I can hear their desperate cries for mercy before I break their neck and end it all."

"You'll be lucky if she let you live that long!" Peter yelled, then quickly realized his mistake.

"Ahh, I see," the Hunter rubbed his chin smugly, "you got the hots for this vamp."

"It'd be hard not to," Peter smiled to himself. "But that's besides the point. I won't let you hurt her. Nobody will. She has some pretty powerful allies."

"Are they all like you? Because that would be pretty pathetic."

"Shut your dirty human mouth!"

"Make me!" he digs his stake deeper into Peter's shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.

"You can't kill me without consequences. Both her and the dynasty will come after you."

"Don't worry. I'm going to set you free," the Hunter whispers, "if only to tell your people... I'm coming."

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