Novienna Valentina is the daughter of the most infamous vampire hunter, who so happens to be the president of the United States. What happens when Locaine Wilock, the Vampire King, finds his beloved to be America's Sweetheart?
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The Vampire's Sweetheart
Chapter Twelve
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My throat was dry, and my entire body was weak as I began to wake up. I turned my head slowly, trying not to worsen the headache that was coming on painfully. I noticed a sleeping Locaine sitting in a chair uncomfortably, and a smile tugged on my lips as I remembered how he took care of me when I needed him most. I struggled sitting up, ignoring the ache in my body as I reached over to lightly shove his knee.
Locaine sprung up, his eyes wide and alert as he began to scan my body looking for any new injuries.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I couldn't help but smile as his expression.
I opened my mouth, but frowned when I realized I had not had anything to drink nor have I brushed my teeth. I swung my legs over the bed, careful not to move too quickly before I walked off to the bathroom to take care of one of those things.
I came out to see Locaine standing with pills in one hand, and a glass of orange juice in the other. I smiled gratefully, tossing the pills in my mouth and chugging the juice.
"Thank you. For everything." He nodded before pulling me into his arms, kissing my forehead. My stomach flipped at the warmth that spread within me, craving him.
"You are my beloved. I will do anything and everything for you." Before I could respond, the sound of a phone ringing interrupted our conversation and he quickly moved to answer it.
"Hello?" I tilted my head, interested and frowned when I heard a girl's voice on the other end.
"Today? Now? That is perfect. I will see you then."
His eyes lit up when he turned towards me, and I gave him a questioning look. Who was she and why was she coming over?
"Who was that?"
He cupped my face in his hands, his silver eyes sparkling, "That was our chance at winning this."
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I sat on the bed impatiently, as I heard the girl and Locaine speaking downstairs. They spoke in hushed voices, and I was unable to pick up on their conversation. A soft knock was on the door, and I quickly moved to open it, Esme smiling sheepishly.
"They are ready for you now." I sighed happily, before following her downstairs.
I noticed Locaine sitting at the table in one of the chairs, and my eyes went to the girl, who sat in front of him. When he looked up smiling at me, the girl slowly turned around tilting her head as she examined me.
