The Vampire's Passion

Whisperia loves her best friend, Drake, but can't stand his plots for revenge when they go too far, so when he threatens to harm her friends for the ultimate revenge a revenge that some don't come unscathed from, it's the Vampire's passion against a feisty witch.

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1. Prologue

"One Witches' brew" I ordered of the bartender, letting two medallions fall into his hand. He closed his claw around the pellet sized pieces of gold.

 
"Fancy seeing you here Whisperia." A voice said in my ear, the voice more like the guttural growl of a Vampire. I smiled, I already knew which Vampire it was.

It was a certain sun tanning, reflection loving, garlic eating vampire.the only normal fact about this certain vampire was that he was allergic to wood.

 "G'evening Drake." I greeted, waving to the bartender as he approached with my bubbling and boiling cup of eyes of newt, tongue of lizard, and the melted scales of a green dragon, with a hint of fresh jasmine.

 
"Can we get this guy some Demon's blood?" I asked the bartender, sliding three medallions over to him. Usually they refused to serve Demon's blood but with a certain 'request' they were compliment.

 "Ahem." Drake added. I rolled my eyes and called out to the bartender, "No human blood!" Drake was one of the most unpredictable people I knew, he was rash but calm, he was bloodthirsty but allergic to human blood. Even just a whiff of it, you'd think somebody poured holy water on him.

 
"Here" the bartender dropped the glass of blue blood in front of Drake. "I even put crushed garlic in it-just the way you like it." He grunted and retired to the back as the amount of patrons ordering drinks for the night cooled down.

 

"Did Dean kick you out again?" Drake asked, slurping up some of the blue blood. I wiped some of the green goop off my upper lip and rolled my eyes. Drake only actually found me at The Three Witches bar, when I was hiding and didn't want to be found. Like now.

 

Dean Williams was a self loving warlock who was the leader of The Hunters. A team of paranormal creatures ordered to keep and eye out on the upper east side of New York and the downtown area to keep eyes on rogue or newborn creatures with their untamed powers. Currently I was the only witch and i was part of the reason our team was Alpha, But 'SOMEHOW', it's all my faut things go wrong.

 

"Whisper?" Drake said, setting his drink down. "I have a favor to ask of you."

 

I looked at him, half laughing, "This better not be your self righteous, 'I'm going to be the next alpha' plan." I joked. A while ago, Drake and I had argued about his idea that Alphas shouldn't be born by social ranking or how many missions you completed, they should be based on power and once his idea of The Balance, a plan for the ultimate revenge to 'set the world right' PUH-LEEASE.

 

I looked at Drake he was dead serious, his eyes were half closed and they were looking at me in with a frozen ice blue. I bit my lip.

 

"What can I do to help?" I asked, closing my eyes. It was Drake, There was no way I could say no. Not this time, Not ever. Just not....yet.

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