Sucker for Love- Book 1

Prologue

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Prologue:

Cameron's POV 

I'm taking one of my late night walks when a nice sedan rolls by me. I look at it, it has tinted windows. My heart drops when it stops right in front of me. I see the window roll down and a man's face in the shadows.

"Cameron, relax. My name is Frederick and we need to talk."

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I knew your parents. Hop it. Let's talk." I never knew my parents. They were killed. All I knew was that I am just like them, a Son of Death. 

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Your mother and your father were murdered. They were stolen from and then hid in a shelter that they didn't was lined with bombs, your mother was nine months pregnant, they were on there way to the hospital. She was in labor. Then a gun fire rang out. They knew the attackers must be vampires, their enemies. Your parents' 'friends' hid them in a shelter. It was a setup. They wanted your parents to die, and they knew there were no vampires around those parts."

"Why did they want my parents to die?" A tear escaping my eye. I felt like a wimp, a vulnerable wimp. I've held my own for my entire life, but now some stranger is telling me how my parents died and it feels like all my work is for nothing.

"Because your parents were the Heads of the secret society of warriors that defend all the rest of us so we can mantain normal lives."

"Secret society?" I ask. "Your serious?"

"As blood." I see the ends of his lips curl up into a sick smile. "Now get in. I haven't finished my story."

Stupidly, I follow. But I feel a feeling I've never felt before. The feeling: purpose.

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Semira's POv

I pull back on my robe to cover my naked body. His body is covered by the red sheets. I kiss him one more time, sucking in his soul, as his eyes shut for good. He's dead and my succubus desires are fed.

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I sit there on the chairs my mother had reupholstered probably seven or eight times, staring out the window. The window has a thin layer of frost covering it. Outside the snow is falling very softly. I watch a flake make it's way, slowly, to the ground.

I jump when the fire crackles. I turn around, as if it were a human being, and stare at it, watching it's flame dance side to side and up and then quickly down. Then I hear a voice who, at first, I mistaken as the fire's but then realize it's my mother.

"It's getting late." She says and she's right. I readjust the blanket on my legs and turn to look out the window again. I move my finger around on the window until it forms a heart. Then I blow at it, instantly erasing it. Sighing, I push the blanket off of me and lean to the little bowl of chocolates in the shape of Christmas items: a tree, a present, an angel, and so on. I grab the tree and place it on my tongue.

I pull the blanket back on me and close my eyes. My dream is one, like usual, of me and my future husband. We are kissing and then he breaks away from me, but this time I start to faint. I see myself falling to the bed, a tear rolling down my cheek, as I whisper, "How?" He just shakes his head and leaves me there to die.

This dream is not like my usual dream where me and my husband are kissing and everything is okay, because we both are demons. No, this one if frightening. It shakes me awake.

Again I jump, when I see a shadowy figure moving slowly across the wall. I blink my eyes, and slowly toss the blanket off of me. Quietly I follow the shadow as it seems to be going towards the large Christmas tree. Then I see another shadow: a large sac-looking object. I inch my way around the corner so I get a clear glimpse of the shadow-maker. It is a boy. He is very pale, and has dark hair.

I know what I must do. I run over to him and grab his head thrusting it to the wall opposite the tree.  He hits it and falls down. He falls to the ground, a large crack extends through his face. He seems to have fainted, but quickly gets up. I start getting nervous because I know of only two species whom experience this "crack" : vampires and Sons of Death, otherwise known as the Grim Reaper. He gets up, his eyes now black. The crack that once extended through his face is now gone. But instead of attacked me, he drops the sac. He looks scared. Not letting him take advantage of my slow curiosity, I rush in front of his and hold my hand to the throat, holding him up on the wall.

"You should go." I say. He looks very uncomfortable, but I keep him up there a little longer, just to send a message. He moans, and I drop him. He falls.

"Aren't you going to kiss me? That's what you guys do right?" I sense a new confidence from him. He seems to not understand what "you should go" means. I turn around, staring at him with my florescent eyes. I look at my hands, which now have black veins running all through them.

"That would be too easy now wouldn't it?" I smirk."A kiss doesn't kill. It just buys time..."

He is following me. I turn back again. "I really think you should go, before I do something I'll regret." I see new veins making themselves visible under my skin again. He finally stops following me.

"You know I'm immune to you, right?" He smirks back. That is true. I cannot kill him.

"I could still kill you...if I wanted." I state.

"Wanna test it out?" He jumps in front of me, and I stop dead in my tracks.

"I'm not really in the fighting mood." I say, trying to calm my nerves, trying to make my veins disappear.

"You know that's not the answer I was looking for." What he is saying makes me doubt the expression I might have seen on his face before, the scared one. He seems to have it all figured out and his confidence levels may almost reach his ego's.

"Well...it'll have to be the one you settle for." I rush for him and throw him against the wall again. He slides down, but I grab him and throw him towards the window. The glass breaks with a big crash. I'm pretty sure my parents are awake now, so I'm going to have to wrap it up. I run for him, but right when I'm about to grab him, he thrusts me against the wall and holds my wrists up near my head. His face is very close to mine. "Pretty good, but I still win." He winks at me and then lets me go. Then, he hops out of the window like nothing ever happened.

I stand there breathless for enough time, until my father comes rushing down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?" He asks. I looked at my skin to see if my lie would be plausable.

"Intrudor." I say, knowing none of the veins are visible. I only react when I am ready to kill or another being spikes my blood."I took care of it." I shrugged.

He rubbed his balding head and headed back up the stairs.

"The window's broken!" I yell after him. He shoos me off with a signal with his hand. I smile because fighting gave me the best rush. This was the most exciting night I've had in a while.