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.



8. Chapter 8: Okay

Still at the Super 8 January 8, 2013 11:15 a.m.


I groggily open my eyes to see the broken, water-stained bedside table.

"Ughhh..." I groan as a single beam of light lingers over the bed. What time is it anyway? Where am I even at?

Oh, yeah. I'm at a hotel.

I roll over to find the other half of the bed empty. It doesn't really bother me. Since becoming a vampire, I've had my fair share of one night stands.

Well, Peter had ordered this room until later tonight, so I might as well take advantage of it. I grab the telly remote and flip it on. For the most part, it's old reruns of 'Friends' and sappy Christmas movies. I watch a few episodes, but am soon bored.

I pick my clothes up from off the floor and begin putting them back on with the exception of the fishnets. I check out of the hotel and make a beeline for home. I try my hardest to open the door as quietly as possible, but even with my efforts, Collete is already sitting on the couch waiting for me. Her expression is a mix of mild relief accompanied with extreme anger.


"Where on earth have you been?" she yells at me before embracing me tightly.

"I was out,"  I reply without detail.

"Out? You were out? Is that all you have to say for yourself? I thought you were kidnapped by the Dynasty, or worse, killed by some hunter!"

"Hunter? You heard about that?"

"About what? You mean there is a hunter? You're being hunted?!"

"I think so, I mean, that's what Peter--"

"Peter?" Collete cuts me off, raising an eyebrow.


"Peter Martin?"

"Yes." I clarify. Her mouth curls into a knowing smirk as she stares at me. I can see the mischief in her eyes.

"So that's why you were 'out.'"

"And?" I reply nervously. Geez, Collete is going to make a really big deal out of this. She's been hounding me about Peter ever since we met.

"You had sex with him," she states, rather than asks.


"So? Tell me all about it! Some one that gorgeous had to give you a glorious orgasm."

"Collete!" I blush. "It was just like having sex with anybody else.

"Except he isn't just anybody else. He's a smokin' hot vampire. Show me your bites!" she crawls over to me.

(In case you don't know, a vampire's feeding ritual is very sexual. It's like ecstasy to us, but even more powerful when it's with humans.)

"No!" I push her away, but she's incredibly persistent. She ends up tackling me to the ground and pulling my hair back, forcing me to show her.

"Oh. My. Goodness. He must've really wanted you," she giggles.

"What makes you think that?"

"He bit into you deep. I'm surprised he didn't break your neck."

"Oh, shut up!" I nudge her away, causing her to laugh even more.

"Say, you wanna go get some lunch to celebrate this wonderful occasion?"

"Yeah, okay. Let me go change first."







The Hunter read over the list Mark had sent him in the mail.

">get the money from John Barker

>go to rental house


>meet up with Sarah at 6. "


He'd already gotten the money and dropped his stuff off at the house. Now he had to find a non-suspicious job; one that wouldn't make him stand out. That couldn't be too hard...could it?

He was walking down the street toward some mechanic's shop when something caught his eye. Or someone perhaps. She sat at the cafe across the street, her back turned to him. He didn't know who she was, or why he noticed her. All she was wearing were some daisy dukes, a ratty t-shirt, and red converse.

As he came closer to the shop, more of her face was revealed. Her black hair was in major contrast to her light, olive skin, and she had just finished her pastry. She licked the icing off her fingers slowly and seductively, whether she knew it or not. She was in a seemingly deep conversation with the blonde girl across the table...or so he thought. The blonde one glanced at him whilst still speaking to the raven-haired one.

Great, he thought, already getting noticed.

The raven-haired girl's shoulders shook, so he assumed she was laughing. Then, she turned around to look at him. Her lips were glossed and she had big, crystal blue eyes. She looked at him seriously, broke into a pearly white smile, then winked. Why does she look so, hmmm, familiar? Kinda like...

"Hey! You here for the job?" a man yelled from behind him.

"Huh?" The Hunter looked up to see the mechanic's sign. "Yeah. The job."

"Come on in and I'll show you around."

"Yeah," he looked back to the cafe, but the raven-haired girl had gone. "Okay."

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