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 Seventeen
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*Khalida's POV*
I felt my skin reattaching itself, and the pain was unbearable. No matter how many times I had to go through this, it was still just as painful as the first. I laid there on the hard ground, waiting for the final piece of my skin to attach to my new head. A moment later I was able to turn my head in a complete circle, and I smiled rubbing my scar free neck. I took a deep breath as I reached behind me grabbing the long tresses, praying to be a ginger.
"What!" I screamed in horror, tossing the hair back over my shoulder once I realized it was red. "I thought we agreed no red!" I have had almost every color known to man. I even had a head with a lime green pixie cut before; it was not the best but it still got the job done. I stood up easily adjusting to the new sharp eye sight, and watched as my hair tumbled down to my waist.
"Time to find me a wolf." I laughed to myself, before I began to teleport all over the place. My mind was tired and so were my legs, and I was on the brink of giving up and letting the vampire do whatever with the world when I came across a small mansion-like home, surrounded by a bunch of large trees. I tilted my head interested, and began to walk towards the door only to be attacked by an over-sized mutt.
I fell backwards on the ground with a yelp, as the wolf ruthlessly began to chew on my arm. I tried to swat at his snout but to no avail. "Down boy!" I knew werewolves hated any dog references, but this one did not seem to care as he continued to drag me around the field by my arm, that was practically hanging out of it's socket.
"Josef! Shift!" I heard a loud commanding voice, that made me want to shift, and I was not even a werewolf! Hesitantly, the wolf released my arm before backing away slowly crouching on the ground as he shifted into a 6'4 incredibly attractive man. I pulled myself off of the ground, and smiled widely as I felt his soul calling out to me. I walked towards him, carefully popping my arm back into place moaning softly as I felt my body begin to heal itself. He stopped breathing when I reached out to touch him, and growled in warning.
I leaned forward, allowing myself to smell the purity of his soul, and almost moaned in satisfaction. "I always liked the ones that bite." I winked playfully, before turning to face the direction where the commanding voice came from. My eyes landed on a buff, younger looking man, standing next to a small, chocolate girl with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I began to walk in their direction, when the buff man called out for me to stop.
