The Vampire's Sweetheart

Chapter 14.

The Vampire's Sweetheart

Chapter Fourteen 

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*Khalida's POV*

I threw my head back laughing as I watched the young vampire quickly disappear from my vision. The poor thing was in such a hurry to be away from me, it was amusing. Smiling widely, I began to walk away from the small cottage thinking of where I wanted to travel to next. Maybe Paris? How about Bora Bora? I unknowingly began to lick my lips as I thought of all the beautiful souls I would come in contact with. 

As a muse, in order to see death you have to steal energy from living and pure souls. If a muse went too long without stealing energy, they would eventually lose their power and their immortality. A perk of being a muse is that you literally can walk the earth without ever feeling the emotion of fear. Nothing can kill you. An angry vampire could rip your head off of your shoulders, but shortly it would just grow back. It would not be the exact same head you lost, but still a head. I, myself, have had over a hundred different faces, but I liked the one I had now the most, and I was determined to stay on everyone's good side in order to keep it. This is exactly why I helped out the vampire king with his little predicament. 

As I was walking away, I paused upon feeling the presence of another creature. One old and filled with evil intentions. Cautiously I stopped walking, and tilted my head curiously. Surely enough, the vampire showed herself as she stood before me; her beauty caused me to hesitate before I confidently regained my playful, flirty composure. 

"I had a face like that before." I smiled brightly flashing my teeth, but frowned when the red eyes showed no amusement. 

"Hey..I recognize that face." I tilted my head again, rushing through my memories and my eyes widened as I recognized the vampire to be one of the people in the vision I had of Novienna's death. 

"You helped the Valentina see her death, did you not?" Her accent was thick, and made me purr. It was a shame the vampire's soul was corrupted and dark, it would not fill me up, instead it would make me sick for days. 

"Indeed I did, darling." I enjoyed the distasteful frown that formed on the woman's face, as she heard the nickname I gave her. I found it enjoyable watching people squirm in discomfort as they tried to fight the attraction they had for me. It was nearly impossible to deny a muse. I did not deny attention no matter who it came from. Beggars can not be choosers, I snickered to myself before putting my attention back on dark-haired vampire. 

"When am I going to kill her?" She asked simply. 

Now, it was my turn to frown. Except mine was out of confusion, not distaste. 

"You do not." I replied, causing her eyes to darken with anger. I began to whine inwardly. She is so going to ruin this face, and I really, really like this face! I stepped back watching the vampire cautiously as she began to stalk towards me menacingly. 

"Chto ty skazal?" The woman growled out in Russian. I smiled, secretly happy I had stayed in Russia for some years. 

"You do not kill the girl." I repeated with a lot more confidence than I should have. 

I tried to think of her name, but I could not quite remember what Locaine had called her. Maybe I should have been more focused on his words, than his beloved's face. I smiled when I remembered the name.