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.



15. What have you done, Peter?

After that awkward brush up with the woman on the street, I hurried back to the flat. As I go to put my key in the lock, the door is jerked open suddenly. 

"Peter? What are you doing here?"

"Well speak of the devil," Collete comes to stand behind Peter in the doorway.

Peter's face is stricken and even with his pale vampiric complexion, he looks unusually pale. 

"What's happening? What's wrong?" 

Collete's eyes suddenly narrow and she roughly grabs Peter's shoulder, "If you don't tell her then I will, and trust me you do not want to see what happens when she comes after you."

His lips, the lips that had caressed my skin so tenderly just a few days before, now came together to form a thin line. That is when I had notice that he has a small scar just above his eye which I don't remember seeing before.

"Where did that come from?" I reach out to touch the skin but he flinches away from me. My eyebrows knit together.


"It's okay, Lucinda," Collete breaks the silence, "he's just preparing himself for what's to come."




"I've called them here."

All that could be heard in the room was the stinging sound of face-to-hand contact. I am beside myself with rage and beginning to act upon instinct. Collete sits on one side of the couch, trying her hardest not to look at us. Peter, who has previously been on the other side, is now lying in a heap against the wall. A small bit of drywall can now be seen behind him.

"What have you done, Peter?" My voice is foreign to me as it takes on a deeper and more vicious tone.

He's panting as he takes a knee, still not meeting my eyes.There are flakes of drywall in his curly brown hair. "Kitten, please just let me explain--"

"It doesn't matter what you have to say, Peter! This is the worst thing you could have ever done to me!" I feel hot tears beginning to sting my eyes. "They're going to come here and drag me back to that terrible place. Hell, they might even kill me this time."

"They won't kill you, Lucinda," Collete finally speaks, "for the Dynasty that would be too much an act of mercy. Who knows if they could kill you; you're probably stronger than all of them."

She walks over to Peter, helping him to his feet. "Can't say the same about us though."

"Don't say things like that!" I yell at her. "I would never let anything like that happen to you."

I turn to look at Peter, "You, on the other hand...I don't think I ever want to see you again."

"Lucinda, no--"

"She's made her choice, Peter." Collete blocks his path, "And as your Queen, you must respect her wishes."

Turning from the both of them, I quickly escape to the dark solitude of my room. As I'm sitting against the door, I hear their muffled voices. 


"That went much better than what I had expected."

"What are you going on about, Collete?"

"You're lucky to be alive," her voice was rough.

"I don't feel very lucky at all..."

"She could have killed you, Peter! She could have snapped your neck or rip out your heart, but she didn't! Even though you've betrayed her in the worst way possible-- inviting the people who made her the way she is here-- she still didn't destroy when she easily could have. Be grateful that even now she stills holds you within her graces."

"She said she never wanted to see me again," Peter's voice is small.

"And you believe that front she puts up? She would have killed you if she never wanted to see that pretty face of yours again."


"Collete..." I whisper. I hadn't realized how well she knew me.


"Can I--"

"She won't speak to you, Peter. Not now."


I bite down on my bottom lip as heavy footsteps get closer and closer to my bedroom door. 

"I didn't tell them where you were, Kitten. I promise." 

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