Two Hearts: The Hunt [Slowly Editing]

Chapter One

A/N- I just wanted to point out that this story is unedited and will most likely remain so until I finish it. I will try my hardest to limit my grammatical errors, but I make mistakes every now and then. Pointing out any errors would help!

Please vote/comment if you're enjoying the story so far! I have a lot planned for it so hopefully people will stick with it. :)

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Do you remember that mysterious unsolved murder in the middle of the woods? The one that officials claimed to have been caused by a fatal animal attack?

Do you remember that endless list of missing people you saw at the entrance of your local grocery store?

I do.

Take 21 year old Veronica Rose, for instance. The last time I was in town, I came across a Missing Person flyer with her face on it and couldn't help but smile at how clueless the law enforcement system of the state of Wyoming was.

Age: 21.

Weight: 115 pounds.

Height: 5'4.

Physical Description: Medium-length brown hair (straight), brown eyes, White/Caucasian.

Last seen: October 31st, 2005.

Well, that last one must have been a typo because I'm pretty sure I've laid eyes on Miss Rose countless times after that date. She is, after all, my maid.

"You have such beautiful, long hair, Your Highness."

"I know I do; now I'd appreciate it if you talked less and brushed more, Miss Rose," I snapped. The last thing I needed right now was small talk with a human.

I sat cross legged in the middle of my spacious king-sized canopy bed tracing the intricately woven trails of gold fabric that made its pattern throughout its cream-colored duvet. I couldn't stop thinking about how today would be the last day that my life would be normal-at least until I found and killed the mangy dog responsible for my father's death. I kept clinging to the thought that I would find the werewolf right away, therefore ensuring that I can go back home and inform my mother and King Alexandru of my success, and have them prepare the kingdom for an all-out war. Then I'd be able to go back to messing around with my nightly boy toys and gossiping about the Kingdom's whores with my royal friends.

A werewolf's smell was easy to detect. It was so pungent that any vampire would be able to smell one within a 20 mile radius. There shouldn't be a problem then, right?

But then there was that other part of me, the one I usually kept hidden from my mother, my friends, and pretty much every person I knew: The part of me that was plagued with doubts and fear. What if the werewolf ends up finding me first? Would I be able to fight him off and ultimately kill him?

In Nocte Tenebrae Academy (my father made me go because he claimed I was "weak and lacked leadership qualities"), I was taught a lot about self-defense against the shape shifters so I guess you could say I'm a pretty good fighter. However, if I were to get bit by a werewolf, it would all be over. Like the witch from last night had said, a werewolf bite releases a sort of venom that would cause a slow and painful death to any vampire. There was no known cure for the bite, and even though the witches had finally joined our side, not even magic could act as a remedy for werewolf poison.

I sighed and closed my eyes, allowing the soothing strokes of the brush's bristles to weave slowly and methodically all the way down through my waist-length hair. Stress was not something I was accustomed to. My life as a vampire--and as a vampire princess, at that--had consisted of nothing but being waited on around the clock. I had always been pampered; lavished with dozens of gifts and compliments by the vampire community. I was a spoiled vampire who was used getting whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. And of course this included blood. Lots and lots of delicious, warm, sweet, mouthwatering blood. My throat began to burn at just the thought of the crimson substance making its mark on my tongue and warming my entire frozen being with its soothing temperature.