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.

"Stop!"

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3. Chapter 3: On the Run

Pensacola, Florida December 22, 2011 8:00 p.m.

 

"I am Channel 6 news reporter Louisa Monroe, here at today's latest crime scene. It seems that yet another hospital was robbed today. The break in is said to have happened only thirty minutes ago. Everything from the blood-bank, to the main safe was robbed or stolen. The police currently have no suspects or leads, but say they have one eye witness in custody. A nurse from this very hospital--who shall remain anonymous-- tells of her terrifying story tonight at nine."

 

I switch off the hotel room's television and flop onto the bed with a hmmph. Glancing over to the mini-fridge, I lick my lips with longing. This was far worse than anything I had ever done, but it was the only alternative. Although, this stunt is sure to alert the Dynasty of my location. It's only a matter of time before...

I walk over the the fridge and pull out one of the single liter blood bags, its transparent skin glistening with pink condensation. I rip off the top and gulp it back. There's always a bit of trouble swallowing old blood down, considering that it's cold and not in the least bit appetizing. Can't hold a candle to the succulent warmth of fresh blood.

Finally getting it down, I wipe the excess fluid from my lips onto my sleeve then hang my head in my hands. I'm supposed to be controlling my hunger, not making it worse.  Suddenly, loud knocking begins to erupt from the other side of my hotel room door. 

"This is the police! If you refuse to open the door and cooperate, you will be prosecuted."

"Shit." Grabbing a few bags for the road, I hop from my third story balcony just as the room door is broken down. 

Within minutes, I have run two blocks away-- just far enough to look back on the scene. As sirens blare and lights flash, there is a light poking on my shoulder. I turn to defend myself, but am stopped by the swiftness of a fair, delicate hand.

"Who are you?" I ask worriedly.

She simply smiles at me, her pale blonde hair dancing in the night air. "I've come to serve and teach you, my Queen."

 

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Atlanta Georgia December 22, 2011 8:00 p.m.

"I am Channel 6 news reporter Louisa Monroe, here at today's latest crime scene. It seems that yet another hospital was robbed today. The break in is said to have happened only thirty minutes ago. Everything from the blood-bank, to the main safe was robbed or stolen. The police currently have no suspects or leads, but say they have one eye witness in custody. A nurse from this very hospital--who shall remain anonymous-- tells of her terrifying story tonight at nine."

 

The Hunter punches the bag several times, feeling satisfied with his training for today. He unwraps his knuckles just as his phone begins to ring.

"Yeah?" he answers, his breath still ragged.

"Hey, man! How ya doin'?" the other line, his buddy Mark, asks.

"I've just finished training. Why? What's up?"

"Look, I know we promised you some vacation time, but we really need a job done. I know you're just the guy to do it, and I was hoping you would take it."

"When?"

"Now. If the job ever gets too hard, all you gotta do is say so and you're off," Mark explains.

"What exactly am I up against?" the Hunter pulls a clean shirt on over his head one-handed. He's the best vampire hunter out there, so he could obviously take care of the job. But it's always nice to know the details.

"Well, that's the thing..." the Hunter can hear Mark's voice getting nervous.

"Mark, just spit it out. I don't have time for this shit."

"We think we've located the Dynasty."

"You mean the Dynasty? What the hell, why hadn't you told me sooner? Of course I'll take the case," the Hunter replies with malicious excitement. His hands begin to ache with want to hold his demonblade; to shed the blood of those who'd killed his ancestors.

"That's not all. Apparently, there's been some...mishaps with a few of our operatives in Florida."

"Like what? No supplies?" the Hunter wipes his sweat off onto a rag.

"You could say that. Have you seen the news?"

"About the hospital?"

"That just so happens to be the hospital where operative Sarah Fowler is stationed. She is the so-called 'witness.' She went after the culprit--obviously a vamp-- but didn't detain her. We've got a mild description, but that's all.

"Sarah is a very strong pursuer, so this is clearly a very strong vamp. We also have word that this heist could only have been pulled off by one with an ability. So be careful," Mark warns.

"You don't have to alert me, Mark. I'm on it," the Hunter ends the call, rushing to pack his things.

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