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Human. What does the word really mean? I mean, does it come with the notion of flesh, blood, sweat, desires, and emotions. Does it mean that physically the body has a time limit? What can one accomplish before you finally punch that final time clock? I sit around and ask myself bullshit like this from time to time. Because time is all I have really. Along with a killer set of fangs. As I sit here sipping on what these creatures say is top shelf Hennessey. I slowly start to reminisce about my days of reign back in the mother land. “Ahh the good ole days,” I say softly as I raise the glass. I slip slowly as if I am having an old friend for dinner. Or maybe a new friend! I laugh to myself about the devious thought. Oh I‟m so sorry. Forgive my rudeness. Just because I‟m old that is no excuse for bad manners. My name is Katrine Baten. Midnight to my loyal followers. Terror to my helpless victims. I will stalk, seduce, invite, torment - especially if I‟m bored, and eventually take all that you once held precious and suck you dry. If you‟re very beautiful consider yourself lucky, I will lovingly hold you in my arms until I hear the last beat of your heart. Not because I ever care about you, but because it‟s the only connection I have left to the human race. Usually when I‟m done taking what I desire, I leave you for my babies to finish. They are sometimes impatient little things, especially my two-hundred year old stud. Alex. Short for Alexis. She‟s a bitch, I‟ll be the first to admit that, but I tend to over look it because she is so sexy. I loved making her.
Her blood tasted so sweet. So pure. She screamed so loud when I sank my teeth into her pulsing left thigh inches below her sweet spot. I stopped feeding long enough to laugh at her suffering. To look at my baby now, enjoying the best our life has to offer, but more about her later. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am a vampire, one of the oldest remaining of my clan. That may not be the case if I don‟t get this plan together and pull it off. The smell of thirty different scents in this low down dive caress my nose and it‟s driving me crazy! Don‟t know why I promised Alex I would met her here at this shit hole. Sometimes the thought how many disgusting liquids come out of a human sends a shiver through my cold body. It‟s been so long having internal or external functions, they are not missed. Certain parts of me are heightened, like my sense of smell, and sight. What I love the most, is flying. I do thank my maker for that attribute , and not much else. My existence was carefully planned. Carefully executed. Ultimately by design was this life to be my destiny. It may seem to you that I was cursed from birth. A deranged, sadistic, evil-ass shell of a carcass decided my fate a very long time ago. I can tell you now before we begin our journey together I thoroughly enjoyed watching his demise. I bathed in the vision of his final expression on his face. As if to say...Really? Me? This is how it ends? Oh my darling if I could have done more to your worthless ass, I would have. I had more important things to attend to. Besides knowing he wasn‟t going to be lurking in the shadows gaves me more peace, which I so desperately needed after a thousand years. The marble countertop of the bar seemed to beckon me to softly lay my head down, while I waited for trouble to walk through the door.
I walk to the balcony of my bedroom. I let the sun caress my face and smell the sweet morning dew. The taste of fresh papaya that lay on my plate that my lovely Matheena prepared, still lingers on my tongue. I take in a deep breath as I watch my servants tend to my luscious garden below. Royalty has its privileges; I never need to ask for anything twice. My servants are at my beckon call, they always run to see what I want. Need. Desire. Running a royal empire also keeps me busy. So busy that sleep to me is an annoyance, a waste of time. I have so much that needs to be accomplished and sleeping just gets in the way of that. At times I just want to feel normal, act on my womanly desires. Feel a breast in my hands soothes me, the hardness of her nipple against my soft lips, made me high. A soft body to touch, and press against mine, always sent waves of fire through my thighs. I have special servants to comply to my sexual desires. With all the demands on me, sex was the one thing that cleared my head when I was passing judgment or making a rule in my kingdom. Father wasn‟t around to educate me anymore. I didn‟t realize how much clarity I needed. Running a vast kingdom, alone is intimidating enough, and without proper guidance, many felt I was doomed to fail. I‟ve been ruling my father‟s legacy justly and fairly for seventeen years. Failure is not an option. I bask joyfully in the boldness of commanding others to do as I say. Sentencing men and yes some women to their deaths for treachery and deceit. The wind follows gently behind me as I step back into my bedroom. I could have sworn I saw him in the darkness of my chambers last night. The not knowing of a person who seems to lurk around every corner of my palace, makes me uneasy. I grow weary of playing hide and seek with
this shadow. I made up in my mind that when this individual eventually presents himself there would be a special death performed before me. I hang my head and release a defeating sigh. It was then I realized I wasn‟t alone. “I‟m sorry my queen,” she whimpers with her head lowered. “Forgive me..I thought..” “You thought what? That was you first mistake!” I yell. “ Remove yourself from my sight. I‟ll call for you later if I desire your thoughts.” Matheena runs out of the bedroom in tears. I fall to the floor crying uncontrollably. “My Lord, what is wrong with me? I have everything I have ever wanted. I am the strongest political force this side of Africa. Surrounding countries fear my name! And I‟m being overcome by this horrible feeling. My spirit is no longer yours.” I scream and it seems it‟s being held hostage by someone or something. Exhausted from my lack of sleep the night before, I collapse on my bed and sleep away the afternoon. I awaken to darkness, the leaves of the bamboo tree slap against the pillars of my balcony. I rise quickly to close the doors that lead to the balcony. A strong cool breeze engulfs me, strong enough to make my robe open, exposing my nakedness. I slow my stride, and cautiously walk towards the balcony clutching my robe close to me. Goose bumps rises up from my skin when see a figure standing alone. I knew no servant of mine would be foolish enough to be on my balcony. There is a burning nauseating feeling in my stomach when the figure starts to slowly walk towards me. I‟m too important. No one would dare approach me to kill me! I hold my breath as the shadow came closer. I have guards right outside my door, but my throat is dry and I feel paralyzed with fear.
“Hello my love.” His voice sounds deep and cold. “I have not come to frighten thee.” I look at the floor not wanting to look into the eyes of the one that haunts me. “I knew you were coming. How soon I knew not! The weight of your messages in my head haunts me day and night! How dare you seep into my thoughts and dreams? Who do you think you are?” Why have you come?” I stagger backwards hoping to have some courage to call my guards. My eyes are locked into his and a feeling of helplessness washes over me. I intensely wait to find out what he wanted from me. “My love,” he whispers. “Stop saying that!” I say with warning. “I have waited for this moment for so long. Since your birth.” “My birth? Are you delusional? Has the opium flower somehow found its way into your veins? You couldn‟t be more than twenty years old! I‟m thirty-two and have no intentions of letting this go any further!” “ Katrine! Stop and listen! I don‟t have much time.” He pulls me close to him. His strength was almost intoxicating but scary. I can‟t seem to think clearly and I feel my knees giving way. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to my bed. “Why are you here?” I seem to manage to ask dryly as he places me on my bed. He kneels beside my bed. “My name is Darius and I need you to fulfill your destiny as my bride.”
He takes my hand and I pull away. He‟s so cold! “Your bride? Are you mad? I am Queen I cannot marry anyone that isn‟t royalty and that I love!” Why am I explaining? He stands and sits gently on my bed. “If you will please allow me to explain. I first have to tell you how much I loved you father. How I respected him. I made him a promise that I would always take care of you.” I start to feel weak. “My father? He..he has been dead for 23 years.” I close my eyes to shield my tears. “I don‟t quite understand. I can‟t believe what I‟m hearing,” I say softly. Darius holds me close and whispers. “I was your father‟s best friend and he knew what I was.” I open my eyes and I am alone. The last thing Darius said to me played over and over in my mind. What was he? Chapter 3 I had another disturbing night of rest. Staring out into the backyard of my palace I wasn‟t sure what exactly happened the evening before. It felt more like a dream. I tried to get a hold of myself when heard her sweet voice. “My Queen your breakfast is here.” Matheena informs me from across the room. Her hair braided down the back and her gown flows gently in the wind. She is a cocoa brown complexion. Her eyes were almond shaped and she had a few freckles on her cheeks. She stands a 5‟6. She had a beautiful and humble soul.
“I didn‟t realize you were in the room.” I walked to her. “I must apologize for my behavior yesterday. I had no reason to react that way toward you. You are very important to me. More than you know.” Matheena replies, “Why do you say such things? I live to only serve you. Your behavior is never questioned by me! Always know that.” I hugged her and I could feel her uneasiness. “I didn‟t sleep well the night before but I still had no right to treat you rudely. I fear my days are growing short.” I said as I started to eat. “Have you been attending to your studies like I asked?” “Oh yes. But I just still feel that I don‟t need to be taught such things my Queen. I am but a humble servant.” “I‟ll be the judge of what you need to know. I‟m sure your uncomfortable approach is just curious notions and despite what your counterparts might whisper behind your back, they dare not let their tongues express their true feelings! I don‟t mind executing those who feel they could ever question my commands.” Matheena tries to reassure me. “Oh no my Queen. No one ever speaks ill of you. But no other slave is being taught by your personal scholar. You must see how this looks to others. I am forever grateful and I bow to you greatness. I must attend to my daily chores. Will there be anything else?” “No, Matheena that will be all.” She walks out of my sun room. She even floats as she walks. I sigh at the vision.
Chapter 4 “Hey. Hey. Wake up! Midnight! Katrine!” “What? What?” I stagger to say. I lift my head off the bar. “Let‟s go. The car‟s outside.” Alex looks devastating delicious in her new suit. Black looks so sexy on her. “What you looking at?” She asks laughing. Come on. I don‟t want to play with you right now.” I get up off my stool. I lay down a fifty dollar bill on the bar. Thanked the mixologist and slowly start for the door. Alex slides in the driver seat and immediately turns the volume down. I glance her way. She says. “Don‟t even start! I already know. You don‟t like jazz. You need to broaden you spectrum of music.” “Just start driving we got a plane to catch.” I said sarcastically. Melanie‟s ring tone sings in Alex‟s pocket. “Yeah I got her. Yeah we will be there at seven in the am. Don‟t be late diva.” She hangs up. Ahhh Melanie. My sweet country corn-fed girl. She can burn in the kitchen. She mostly cooks now for the enjoyment. That‟s her human connection. She was baking a pie when I crept up behind her. She smelled of peaches and cinnamon. She has a sweet southern accent. Proper etiquette. And apologizes when she finishes you off. I guess you can bite the girl from the country but not take the country out of her. I chuckle to myself. “What did our baby diva have to say?”
“That she would send a car for us and she was in the middle of cooking a pot of greens.” She‟s truly an old soul but she‟s only sixty years old. I turned her when she was twenty-four years old. “I can‟t wait to see what lace front wig she‟ll be wearing. I just can‟t get enough of her. She really belongs in the daylight.” “She would bite you head off if she heard you say that.” Alex frowns. Alex liked her, but Melanie is not her cup of tea. Literally. Alex like em thick. I mean borderline needing Jenny Craig but just enough to still be sexy. She swears their blood is sweeter that anything she‟s ever tasted. I disagree but I‟ve been around longer and it‟s about what you humans eat. I swear. If only I could tell you the difference between food now and back during my time. Untainted and truly fresh. Your heart would melt. There are so many chemicals, drugs, alcohol, and even the water you drink makes the blood taste different. It is what it is. I don‟t pay attention to Alex‟s eating habits. I just enjoy her killing techniques. Always at the strip clubs where the stud dancers reel in the lonely, low self-esteemed, venerable, weak-minded big girls. Right after the club lets out is her time to prowl. She says they mostly smell of hot wings and sweat. They see her and instantly fall in love. Well, why wouldn‟t you? Alex is a true gentleman. Not too pushy. Smells nice and looks like money. As we boarded the plane she proceeded to tell me about lasts night‟s conquest. She tells me. “You would‟ve been proud of me. All I had was 7‟ inches of pure pleasure, lube and my fangs sharpened. I fucked her till she screamed; „I’ll pay your rent!‟ Then I sank my teeth into her in her right breast. If I still could have climaxes I would have had one last night!”
We slapped hands as the beautiful blonde stewardess started to tell us what we needed to do just in case we need to exit the plane. I feel asleep. Chapter 5 I walk in my garden with my two guards in the rear of me and my two beautiful slaves in the front of me. I admire the blue sky and how brightly the sun was shining. I got a good progress report from Matheena‟s teacher. He tried to ask that same old question. “Why am I teaching her the laws of the land and history no slave should know?” “Remember your place and should you require answers, maybe my sword could supply them for you. You know killing you in front your wife and children will cause me no distress. Do as I say, and question not my intentions!” “Yes your highness.” He bowed and walked out backwards as he left to tend to his other duties. I ask everyone to stop because we were approaching my father‟s tomb. I slowly stepped beside one of my slaves and took her hand. We sat down under a fig tree and I started to caress her face. She was a honey colored beauty and little slimmer than I would normally be attracted to. I commanded my guards to stay close but not where I could see them. I told my dark-skinned slave she could start to prepare lunch and then join us when she finished. When she hastily ran towards the palace, I started to lightly suck on my lady in waiting nipples. I feel them getting firm as my tongue teases them. She moans softly as I start to rub her neck and shoulders. I need to escape for a while. He was in my dreams again last night. Darius is not going to interrupt my
love making this afternoon. His face danced in my head. No! I only wanted to only see this young pretty girl‟s face as I made her climax. “Please stand.” Her face wore confusion, because I said please. She stands quickly and smiles, while removing her clothes. I kneel and hug her thighs tightly. The sweet smell of her womanly nectar tickles my nose. I look up at her as I nudge her to open her legs. She holds on to the fig tree branch and opens her stance for me. I first kiss her inner thighs slowly, then hungrily, I need her so much. My tongue slips in between her thick pussy lips, the softness of her womanhood presses against my mouth. I taste her. It‟s as if she bathed in a bath of honey from the royal bee hives. Her moans send tingles down my back, as I dined like she was my last supper. The dark-skinned girl returned sometime later started to place her hands on my back and stroke my breasts. I pull the desire of my current to her knees, We looked like poetry in motion. All three of us kissing and touching each other. I lay and reveal my body to them. “Please me!” Four soft hands began caressing my body, the need for ultimate pleasure was pulsating all over my body. I was in heaven. Their mouths and tongues danced freely on my body. I feel one linger on my breast as the other positions herself between my thighs and licks up the wetness that escaped my pussy. It‟s been a while since I‟ve allowed my body to be pleased. I place my hand on the one playing with my breasts to guide her to my pussy. Both of them tending to my needs. I look at the two of them between my legs, licking and sucking, moaning against me. In no time with my eyes to the sky, I had the sweetest release. I shooed them away as I caught my breath. I
covered my nakedness and was served my lunch. I ate my food while they eat a short distance away. I‟m still Queen! They knew their place and I loved that. The guards came rushing over. “Your Highness we must go at once!” “Why?” I asked as one of them helped me stand up. “Matheena has been in an accident my Queen.” I thought I was going to fall to my knees. Chapter 6 “Bitch! Where is the tea? Does someone have my make-up bag? Why can‟t I hire people who can keep up with the diva? I swear all you bitches can be replaced! Except for you handsome. I need to you stay after the next scene is done and wait for me in my dressing room!” Ms. Iva Fetish aka David Reynolds will do about almost anything for a piece of trade but you better have the coins. She is the most well-known she-male porn star in the world. How she hides her fangs is hilarious. She‟s more about the world of glitz, glamour and the boys than the horror of living as a vampire. I made her while I was on a trip to New York on business. She just looked fun! She was very willing, so that was a plus. After I made her, she told me that besides balls on her forehead that this is the most exciting thing that‟s ever happened to her. She keeps an old photograph of a little boy, age I believe about ten. It‟s safely tucked away in her Louis Vuitton wallet. She says that‟s when she realized that being trapped inside a boy‟s body was sheer torture, but was going to have the divine calling to do something about it. Explaining her position of what she represents is very educating and just too funny. The world of drag was okay in her early twenties but when she started to make adult films it opened a new world of freedom and
wealth she would have never known from just performing on stage. In my mind I never imagined her as such an important component to my coven. “Honey, do I have to travel to New Orleans? My wigs don‟t hold up well in the humidity! Bitch I pay a lot for my hair!” I laugh in the background as Alex and she argue on speaker phone. Alex loves Iva but hates her diva ways. Alex says, “Cow I don‟t care about your uncomfortable scenarios! Get your shit together and meet us at the hotel and don‟t bring any little souvenirs.” “Why Alexissss? You looking for a piece? “ Iva bellowed out with a sinister laugh.” “Not from your trade collection. Just be there and wear something that doesn‟t call attention to yourself. God you‟re a sideshow.” I felt Iva‟s read meter rising. “Oh no you did not! If you were half the ...” I grabbed the phone. “Sweet cakes I love you but we have to go. I promise I‟ll make this up to you. I have a little gift for you my chocolate desire.” “Okay Midnight but tell that butch bitch it‟s on when I see her!” Melanie was wearing a bright yellow three-piece suit. Looking like a southern bell, with a republican conservative look. “Please ya‟ll tell me if these green aren‟t to die for.” We looked at the presentation on the table. Alex and I just looked at each other.
I whisper to Alex. “Be nice you know how she is.” Alex snarls at me. “Yes Mel it‟s quite a spread. Who are you are you having over?” Mel shouts from the kitchen, “Well you told me we were leaving tomorrow evening so I just invited a few club members for bridge. If I‟m going to die soon at least I can leave a good impression when they read about me in the paper.” “Mel you don‟t know what is going to happen. We have so much to prepare for,” I say. “No one is talking about dying.” “I realize that Midnight but, I still would like to main some sort of decorum. I am southern after all.” She quickly picks up her clutch. Opens it and starts to powder her face. “Now anyone for a late night snack?” We agree and have a very tasteful evening, we make it back just before dawn. All full, satisfied and tired. Chapter 7 I run beside my guards some of the fastest runners in Africa. Almost passing them as we all rush to the palace. I run to kitchen where I thought she would be. My second advisor calls my name. “Your highness she‟s in the drawing room. She is barely breathing and has called for you.” My heart feels like it stopped beating. My eyes filled with tears. “What happened?” My advisor said, “I will explain as we walk. She was carrying a vase full of water for your cook, as he was beginning to prepare your supper. She always makes sure she watches over
him while any of your food was being prepared. Somehow lost her balance on the stone steps as she was coming down. She tumbled and rolled down the stairs. She has deep cut in the back of her head. We wrapped it as best as we could my Queen but we have changed it twice already. She complains of pain in her chest. Her breath is very shallow. I fear she does not have long.” We enter the room and she is lying on the table covered with several white sheets. Her face is so pale. And I could see the small child slave wiping the pool of blood gathering on the marble floor dripping from her head. The slaves rush over with a seat for me. I sit beside her. No words could come to mind, my tears were ready to flow uncontrollably. She looks at me and smiles weakly. “My Queen I waited for you. I wanted to see you one last time.” I could barely hear her. “Don‟t talk. Save your strength. You will be fine. You‟ll be fine.” “I do not wish to disobey you but I‟m very tired. I know that when I close my eyes I will not see another sunrise. I want you to know I am not afraid of death. I will always know happiness because I was able to look upon your face one last time.” I took her hand in mine. I couldn‟t speak. My second advisor gently put his hand on my shoulder. “Leave us at once or I‟ll kill everyone in this room!” I shout. I leaned in to whisper to her. “I must speak quickly and I‟m not quite sure how to tell you.” She was angelic as she looked at me and I slowly saw the life disappear from her eyes. I wiped the one tear that was falling from her eye.
My child. My daughter. How foolish I was to deny you your right to know who your true mother was. Me. I am such a coward and now she won‟t even know the truth. I was too late. I brushed the few loose strands of hair from her beautiful face. I closed her eyes. And screamed so loud my guards came to see what was wrong. I told them to fetch my two house slaves. I told the slaves to gather the royal death robes that were designed and made for me. They did look surprised but rushed to bring me my requests. I told them to stand by and when I needed their assistance I would let them know. They stood about ten feet in the distance. I washed Matheena as I sang softly a childhood hymn my mother use to sing to me. I washed and braided her hair. I needed the slaves‟ hands and strength to lift her and wrap the royal cloth for mummification. Then I told them to leave. I sat there for hours until it was dark. I knew Darius would show up. I didn‟t care this time. When he walked into the room he just sat beside me. I gently lean against him. “She was my baby. I couldn‟t tell my kingdom because her father and I were not married, and he was a slave. I think that‟s what killed my father. Knowing I did this unspeakable and bringing a baby into the world because of it. I could feel his disappointment and shame. I didn‟t care about the day I would rule this kingdom. I was in love and naïve. Matheena paid the price for my indiscretion. What do I do now?” Darius wrapped his arms around me and told me everything would be alright.
“I must make arrangements to have her placed in a tomb beside my father. I owe her that. I‟ll have the painters start her wall and have her funeral when it‟s complete.” He asks “Would you like me to stay?” “No.” I answer. “Maybe in a few days…” I know a piece of me died with her that day. In the coming weeks that statement became more than the truth. My advisors tried to explain to me how it looks to my subjects. Why is a slave being placed beside royalty? I didn‟t care. I didn‟t get out of my bed for days after Matheena was placed in the tomb. By the time Darius showed up again he said the scent of my death was crawling outside the walls of the palace. I refused to eat and my slaves and even my cook became worried. They were helpless. I wanted to die. I wanted to be with my father and mother. I wanted to be with my forbidden love, Ezekiel. I definitely wanted to be with my baby Matheena. When Darius sat on bed late one night I started to explain about Ezekiel. “It was in everyone‟s best interest if I denied my baby‟s true namesake and Ezekiel as well. I said I would comply. On one condition if she could remain in the palace where I could see her every day. My father stated she had to be considered a slave so no one would suspect. He banished Ezekiel from our kingdom. He tried to sneak back to see his child but he was murdered on sight.” Darius just sat and listened to me pour my heart out. “The sun is on its way across the sands. I must go, but I have a solution for you my sweet Katrine, for you to never feel pain again. I will be back for you in two moons.” Darius said quietly.
Anything had to be better than the sorrow that was seeping through my viens. “Alright I will consider whatever it is you will offer me.” Just like that he was gone. I prayed he would bring death the next time he visited. For that was the only remedy for this pain. Most of my days from then on consisted of regular routine. Answer a few questions about the daily concerns around my kingdom. Oversee a few executions. It all seemed to be a blur. Without my daughter around to make me feel somewhat normal I just didn‟t have the energy or the concentration to deal with anything. Eating was a chore. Walking around my grounds was done without guards. It was as if I wanted someone to attack me and send me to my death, but I wasn‟t hated or scorned. I was adored and loved by my people. Her voice haunted my dreams and the memory of her laugh made my eyes sore from crying in my sleep. How I wish I had told her who she really was. I kept going over my father‟s request and for the first time in my life I hated him, but he wasn‟t totally at fault here. I agreed to the arrangement and after he died, I should have decided to change my fate. Allow her to be legitimately pronounced. Instead was secretly training and grooming her to take my place as ruler when the time came. I should have stood up before the public and not lived in fear of what the repercussions might have been. Now all I can do is weep and yearn for her presence. Kept my secrets in the shadows and dark corners of the palace, the places where Darius lurked. I beckon him to come to me. Begging him to take me away from all the pain of living. Yes. I certainly can see how he oozed his way into my life. I guess I wanted to be free, but I was and still remain imprisoned by my own design.
Melanie was having another one of her dinner parties. I was waiting for her to finish catering to those smelly old women. Their chatter made me want to bite every last one of them in a very violent way. All they did was sit around and gossip about people they didn‟t know or care about. To hear the bigotry and self-rightness was more than I could bear. I stepped into the living room where the old bags in the city were seated and told Melanie if she didn‟t hurry up and get these old bitches out of here it would be my pleasure to kill every one of them. I did try to be patient but enough was enough. I could feel Alex in the corner whispering “Please kill them anyway and leave the plump one for me.” I shout “No! We‟ve wasted enough time. We have got business to take care of.” Mel quickly escorted the ladies out apologizing for my rudeness. She tried to be classy and said she would call all of them later to set up the next supper session. I didn‟t give a shit. I was ready to meet my other two babies and get this show on the road. Iva called me and said she was at the hotel and waiting for Kenneth. Kenneth was a beautiful white boy. The kind you find in those underwear ads in the magazines. He didn‟t mind you saying how good-looking he was very vain. I know it got on everybody‟s nerves the way he would straighten your clothes or roll a lint brush over you. He was just anal about looking your best, especially when you‟re with him. I made him in London. Behind one of the hottest gay clubs called Shakazulu.* A few decades later he thanked me because he was a club head and being immortal and keeping his youthful look was a fantastic way to pick up gorgeous men. I laughed at him. I told him he had never had that
particular problem before. He stated to me he would be fierce forever. Let‟s just say he adjusted well. His amount of killing had been curbed. He was killing at least 5 boys a night, and was not covering his tracks well. He thought he couldn‟t be exposed because he was so admired by our kind. Every part of this world someone hates you. They will expose you to be killed or kill you themselves. It‟s only because of me he‟s still alive, I‟ve heard through the grape vine that his death was in high demand for fear of exposure to our kind. I had to step in and put an end to that demand. So like a mother with a hardheaded child I had to teach him how to clean the remains and if you were in a house or hotel room what to do. Being the lint picker he is, after a few clean ups you couldn‟t tell if a murder occurred until you lifted the sheets. I taught him well, and he became one of my best students. All Iva was now waiting for was Dominique. The last of my coven, and the most fragile to. ` “Where is she damn it?” “Just relax Iva, she‟s meeting us at the spot.” “Alright honey but we do need hurry. Humidity is making a sista‟ very unhappy.” My little family didn‟t realize the forthcoming danger and I didn‟t want them to panic until I had a chance to explain everything. It was going to be cleansing for me to unload this burden after so long. I couldn‟t imagine the reaction I would get or the attitude I would receive. I knew two of my babies would‟nt even consider challenging old vamps. I have lived for so long so I know how to pick individuals who I felt in the long run would embrace their new life and keep me connected to the world, no matter how twisted.
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