The Young Vampyre

I reached out and grabbed his arm. “No, Jason. Let’s just go find another human to feed from.”
He turned and raised an eyebrow at me, his usually calm green eyes becoming a tempest before me. Hunger did that to him. It did that to all Vampyres, including me. “Why?” He asked simply.
I nodded to the unconscious body in front of him. “That...that’s my brother from my mortal life. I…I can’t. Please.”
And the Vampyre I loved with all my being wrapped me in his arms as I wished to forget my mortal life that was hell.

The Belle

It was a beautiful summer in Boston, 1787, and my family threw many masquerade balls. The man holding my hand smiled behind his mask as he led me into a waltz.
During the dance, I fell in love with this tall stranger, who had quick wit, gentle hands, and a very chivalrous attitude. I imagined the exact opposite for my fiancé, with whom I had an arranged marriage. I had only once spoken fleetingly to him, but I already hated him.
“Please, sir,” I murmured at the end. “Remove your disguise.”
He did, and I realized it was my fiancé.

New Girl--Again

I was the new

girl for the third time in two years. Being in my freshman year, I didn’t enjoy moving around and not making friends quickly enough.
Walking to my new

locker with my new

schedule and textbooks in hand, I bumped into someone. All my things fell around me.
The incredibly hot stranger helped me pick up my books and schedule. He smiled, and my heart stopped beating. As he walked away, I saw a tall, tan, blonde glaring at me. Her surrounding minions glared too.
I was so

not looking forward to these next couple of months.

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Lektorat: Bekah
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.07.2012

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Thanks, Bekah, for letting me take some of your time. Thanks for believing in me and loving me as the sister you never had