Liza is an eighty nine year old vampire stuck forever living as a teenage girl, for decades trying to run away from her past. She tries to control her desires and the strong temptation she faces being what she is, fighting to save her own sense of h...
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Flashback: New York City. December 5th, 1950:
"But...I thought you wanted me..."
"Is that what you thought? A foolish one indeed. You are not the one I crave. Whom I desire does not yet understand of their destiny. So the circle will continue spinning, for a predator must have their prey."
"W...What?..."
*Tsk* Such a waste conversating with my food while so rabid with hunger. Though I must thank you for allowing me the honor to collect my thoughts before killing you... "
*Growling*
"AHHMMM!!..."
I turned nervously to the bedroom I knew to never enter. My sister and I were warned that if we even so neared it there would be consequences. But that night, I heard animalistic noises coming from within. The door was cracked open just enough to hear the struggle of a young man. He tried his hardest to scream, yet seconds later I only heard fading whimpers. I neared the room slowly in fear.
From the beginning I knew I was right about our savior, of what she really was. Yet I couldn't get myself to say the word aloud. Two days earlier sparked my suspicions. Her crimson eyes, her cold touch, the drained bodies of those who killed my parents. I knew she had a secret, one darker than I ever thought to be possible. But what I didn't know was that my first experience of love, no matter how distorted it was, would be from a woman, an immortal one that had me bound to her the moment we met.
Two Days Prior...
"You're going to have to trust me young one. No one can hurt you anymore." A smooth unfamiliar voice of a woman spoke against me in the cool night air of the vacant courtyard. I was imprisoned in her iron grip as we were both knelt to the ground floor. She was freezing to the touch, her even cooler hand covering my mouth to keep me from screaming while her opposite arm was wrapped around my waist. She had talked over my shoulder, not being able to see her face. I was traumatized as I shook furiously to both her bitter touch and the horrific images running through my head. I had just witnessed my parents being murdered right in front of me. The three men wanted their wicked way with me and Evelyn after, predicting our deaths would too soon follow. But neither came, only to hear a ferocious snarl fill the air followed by the men's petrified screams. I had witnessed each one being lifted into the sky at blinding speed only to come down dead, heads completely detached from the body. Whatever was killing them was too fast for me to catch it's figure. The last alive of the three tried to make a run for it as he pleaded out for help. Yet the man was swooped up before he could even make another sound.
