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.



7. Chapter 7: An Offer

Peter got us a room on the third floor of a Super 8. He uses the card key to open the door, but I am the first to walk through; as is royal custom. I sit on the bed, and start to take off my shoes and fishnets.

"What are you doing?" Peter asks, surprised as he closes the door behind him.

"I've been partying and running around all night--my feet hurt. Plus, these stockings are really itchy," I reply nonchalantly as I continue taking them off. When I bend over to pull them off, I realize how silent Peter is. After I finish pulling them off, I look up at him, seeing his eyes on me.

"Is something on my face?" 

"What? No."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him.

"I-I...well, you look really pretty," he says shyly. "You..always look, pretty."

"Oh," I blush.

"So," he quickly changes the subject, "how much have you missed me?"

There he goes again, I smirk and roll my eyes, back to his cocky old self.

"Barely," I reply.

"Barely? That's more than nothing, so you did miss me a little bit. Didn't you?" he sits next to me, elbowing my side.

"Okay, fine. A little bit."

"Just a little bit?" he leans on my shoulder.

"So maybe I missed you a lot. What of it?"

"Awe, I missed you too," he hugs me tightly, leaning in close to my ear, "a lot."

I can feel the heat in my cheeks. "So...Peter, why have you brought me here?"

He sighs and withdraws himself. "Promise not to get mad and murder me?"

"Cross my unbeating heart."

"Well, it's a matter of...royalty."

"What?" I stand up.

"Look, I know you don't like being there but--"

"But what, Peter? No one likes being there!"

"As true as that is, they fear--"

"They fear?"

"I fear that some one is after you. Hunting you. I've been around lately and I've heard a few hunters say that some one else is coming. Some one stronger than them."


"I know it was you on the newscast."


"That hunter will be out to kill."

"Why should that concern me?" my voice is above a loud yell.

"Because he's coming for you!" Peter yells back. I know it shouldn't have bothered me, but it did.

"Don't yell at me," I whimper, sitting on the bed again.

"Lucinda," he says exasperatedly, sitting beside me, "I didn't mean to. It's just..."

"Just what, Peter?"

"I care about you, Lucinda. I don't want to see you killed. After all, you're the youngest vamp around. Maybe the Dynasty can keep you safe." He takes my hand.

"Or maybe they'll kill me first."

"They wouldn't. They couldn't. You're the Princess."

"Don't remind me." We both become silent.

Why would he ask me such a thing? There's no way I could do that. I don't want to be 'Grand Empress Lucifer,' queen of the vampires. I didn't want to be a vampire in the first place, but then again, no one wanted to.

"Lucinda, look at me," Peter says.


"Lucinda, please." But I still refuse.

"Lucinda," he takes my face in his hands. Quite forcefully, to be honest.

"What?" I ask weakly.

"You promised not to get mad," he smiles at me.

"I'm not mad," I avert my gaze.

"You're eyes are red, kitten. That means you're mad."

"How do you expect me not to get mad, though?"

"I did. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. If you can escape the Dynasty, you most certainly can escape a simple hunter." His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw something. Our faces were so close, just a few centimeters apart.

"Peter I--"

"Sorry," he backs away. "I know you like your space."

"But Peter--"

"No, really, forget it. I'm really sorry."

"Just shut up and kiss me already!" I grab his face, slamming his lips into mine. It takes him a minute to register and he pulls away.


"C'mon, Peter," I blush, "don't act like you've never wanted to try it."

"I do, but..."

"Then quit thinking about it and just do it."

"But it's... it's not allow--?"

"What did I just say?" I ask tiredly.

"Ah, screw it," he whispers against my lips, pushing me down onto the bed, "I've waited too long for this."
 I can't help but giggle.

"No time for laughing," he says teasingly, "I'm about to take two years of sexual frustration out on you."

"Only two?" I laugh.

"Maybe three, but you were off limits for the first year."

"I'm still supposed to be off limits."

"Hey," he scolds, "no thinking." He kisses me deeply. "Just do it."

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