Blood Oranges Are Deadly (ON HOLD)

Ever since he was ten, Sam has lived his life in Trodger Hills, one of the biggest Dome Cities in the world. While dealing with a hard-partying sister, a demanding school and figuring out what his dreams of a mysterious girl mean, Sam also trains to be a soldier, so he can avenge the vampire who killed his father. One day he is ordered to leave the safety net of Trodger Hills, into the wild, where he is to travel to an abandoned town, and make sure that there is no vampire activity in the area surrounding Trodger Hills. He does not expect to find the girl he has been dreaming about for two months. And he does not expect her to be a vampire.


1. Prologue

It was raining. A lot. The woman pulled her coat closer to her body, as she wandered the streets of Trodger Hills. She had reached the gloomier part of the city. The wind was like icy needles on her skin.

Mrs. Opalles, whom the woman was on her way to visit, lived on the corner, in a small house that looked as if it might fall apart at any moment. When she went to knock on the door with the old metal handle, it came off the door, much to the woman’s surprise. She lay down the handle on the ground, and pushed the door open. It was unlocked.

“Mrs. Opalles?” she said. “Are you home?” At that, a gray old woman marched into the entryway. The surprise was unmasked in Mrs. Opalles’ eyes; clearly she hadn’t expected the woman to show up at her home.

“Mrs. Middleton,” the old woman said. “What can I do for you, dear?”

“I need a fortune telling,” Mrs. Middleton said. “For my son.”

“Ah, yes.” Mrs. Opalles shuffled to fetch her crystal ball, which she placed on the coffee table in the living room. “Come sit down.” She gestured to the green sofa. Mrs. Middleton took a seat, while Mrs. Opalles positioned herself on the floor in front of the crystal ball. She closed her eyes and laid her hands on the crystal ball, and suddenly jumbled images poured across the surface of the crystal ball. Mrs. Middleton did not get much sense out of the images, since they were all blurry.

Mrs. Opalles’ eyes jerked open. Though they were not clear.

“Your son,” the old woman said, as if in a trance. “At fifteen will fall desperately in love with a girl. A girl, one part of a twin set. A girl, a child of the night. Loving her will cost your son his life.”

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