It was a simple day, the same as any other really; well for
a vampire anyway. You would think as a creature of the night we’d have endless
days of ravishing events, one after the other, of dancing and drinking and
carrying on of the like but no, none of that happens. Well That’s not entirely
true sometimes it happens, take tomorrow for example there’s the annual “Blood
Drive” they call it. It’s a ball, if you will, that looks to be supporting the
local hospitals here in London but mostly it supplies our own blood banks. We
aren’t to feed from humans unless otherwise directed; some of us don’t listen
because feeding from a human is like taking ecstasy for the first time… every time.
We’re allowed to change one human a year and we get to choose that human and
drink from them and take their lives which is the best high of your life so
sometimes we get stray baby vamps because someone couldn’t control their
cravings and those vampires are dealt with accordingly. You could say I live my
life a bit on the edge; she says while walking across the tiers of one of the
tallest buildings in London, but even I follow the rules to a certain extent
but those rules, everything I once knew as a vampire is about to crumble before
be as soon I will meet ‘Him’ and the lines between vampires and werewolves blur
just a little bit.
Tonight was the “Blood Drive Ball” and I was sent off like a
good little minion to find something pretty to wear; or as it was put by Rogan
the Coven leader. He fancied me a little more than I’d like but such was the
way, I supposed. I was no slouch in the looks department and I was sister to
the last great Xavier who was Coven leader before taken in a battle with a
rival Coven. He was always getting in trouble but as technically when I come of
age, I would be next in line for the throne. I would already be but there’s a
rule here in the vampire kingdoms all woman must be at least 100 years old. I’m
99 and my birthday, which by this time could have been some random day I’ve
chosen as I couldn’t remember my real birthday anymore, is Sunday the next.
Almost a week before I take the throne and rule all of the London Covens At
which point I can, if I so choose, take a mate but mating in my world is
forever. There is no such thing as divorce so you have to be careful who you
choose or else you’re stuck with them for life. Rogan is the lowest form of rat
and as he’s convinced I will choose him to up my standing as queen, he’s got
another thing coming.
After walking out of a store something caused me to halt in
my place; a smell one of the sweetest most intoxicating scents I’d ever
encounter. Some humans had a scent that made them almost too hard to resist,
hence the over load of fledgling vampires, but this smell was like nothing I’d
ever smelled before. Deep set azure stones glance around, frantically trying to
find the owner of this scent when my gaze zeroed in on him. I approached him
quicker than what I should have been as most human walk slow and leisurely and
most vampires can move quite quickly. I appear behind him simply inhaling his
sweet aroma before finally speaking; “Excuse me, have we met before?” he turned
toward me and it had been the second time I had been stopped in my tracks. He
was beautiful; perfection at it’s finest. His cheek bones lines his angular
face which lead to poised lips, a slight pout hanging on their edges and eyes
like the Caribbean seas that threaten with just one small wave to take you away
and get lost in their waters. “I—I mean…” I stuttered; his looks and his scent
getting the best of my as I bite down on the smooth porcelains as they threaten
to stretch to points. “You…You look familiar to me.” I lied.
