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.



4. Chapter 4: Late Night Parties

Daytona Beach, Florida December 31, 2012 11:55 p.m.


"Let's get fucked up!" I hear some teenage guy yell over the blaring music.

"Yeah!" everyone lifts their cups full of beer into the late night air. I walk through the throng of people dancing and grinding, trying to find my way over to my lady-in-waiting; Collete. She's been running around with me, keeping me out of trouble and away from the dynasty.

But that's besides the point, because right now I can't find her anywhere. And I'm getting thirsty.

"Collete!" I try to yell over the music with no avail. Ugh... I can tell that my eyes are red by now. I'm about to start pushing people out of my way when a group of girls start grinding on me. They're all laughing and giggling, giving obvious signs that they are way past drunk.

"Excuse me," I say, wriggling between two blondes. Their breasts are pushing against me, squishing my own. Quite painfully, might I add.

"C'mon. Party with us," one smirks at me.

"Sorry, can't," I brush her off. As I turn around, I almost run straight into Collete.She's carrying two beer cups, a huge grin on her face. "Where have you been?" I yell at her.

"I was just gettin some drinks," she tells me, her french accent very prominent.

"Why? When I said I was thirsty, I didn't mean for alcohol."

"I know that," she rolls her eyes, "but it will be less noticeable if we drain the blood into this."

"Ohh... but who will we drink from?" 

"Ooohh, is this your girlfriend?" the intoxicated blonde asks me. I give Collete a 'help me' look, and she simply smiles wider.

"Sorry girls, but sadly, this sexy piece of ass right here is just my beneficial friend," she winks. My eyes widen at Collete's statement, but she soon clarifies.

If we get them to think that we're gay also, then they'll be easier to seduce and drain, she mind-speaks to me. I nod in understanding. I've never been with a girl before... I guess it can't be too bad.

"Well then, why don't you come dance with us?" the pretty, shorter blonde took me by the hand.

I took the cup from Collete as the girl led me away.

"By the way, my name's Roxy," she said, putting her hands on my hips.


"Sexy name," she moved her hands into my back pockets, squeezing my butt. Err...I don't really know how I feel about this. Eventually, she was grinding on me... hard. She moved her hands up under my top, tracing my bra and ignoring it. I looked for Collete just to see her drinking directly from the other blonde's neck. Sensing my stare, she wipes her mouth and looks at me. I give her a 'seriously' look.

Oh well, she thinks to me. Figures. I'm brought back by Roxy lightly pinching my nipple.

"Ow!" I swat at her hand.

"Awe, your boobs are so cute," she slurred. I really don't want to hurt her, but I can hear her blood pumping. Looking at her now, I can see her pulse in her neck. "Go ahead," she says somewhat soberly, "please."

"Are you sure?" I meet her gaze with uncertainty.

"Nothing could feel better..."


I lightly pierced her neck, then flicked my tongue over the bite. Roxy moaned and the blood began flowing heavily.


"I'm so sorry," I mumble as I suckle softly, the warmth of her blood tingling in my throat.


"No," she pulls me closer, "keep going. It feels so good," Roxy trembled.

"Four...three..." Collete rushed over to me. "Lucinda, come on, let go. She can't take anymore."

She tried prying me off, but I didn't let go. It's like I couldn't let go.

"Lucinda! Stop! You're better than this!" Collete yelled.

"Two...one!" Everyone around us began to yell, and that's when Roxy dropped dead.

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