Peace and Sin (On Hold)

Prologue

So ya... this is my new story.... it has to do with vampires, so if you are one of those crazy psycho fans who freaks out if the vampires are not like they were in Twilight.... Please don't put me in a bad mood. I really like the promise of this story, and am looking forward to watching it grow. I will still be updating Cupid is Cliche soon, so all you C.I.C fans can relax. If you like the prologue please let me know. If you hate the prologue please let me know also.

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~Peace and Sin Prologue~

The Beginning before the Beginning:

Damon's POV:

October 21, 1997

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Damon's POV:

I stood silently in the middle of the pathway, an insane grin plastered across my face.

A man lies in front of me, his blood soaking the sidewalk, mixing in with the rain.

He did everything he could to stop me front getting to his wife.

He even shot me in the chest.

Imagine the bastard's surprise when I dug out the bullet and threw it at his feet.

Now I'm staring at this smoking hot wife, and that expression on her face is making this more fun than I've had in a long time.

The smell of her blood was enough to get me across the entire city.

AB-, it's the best blood on the entire goddamn planet.

"Does it hurt?" I asked lowly. "It must hurt like a bitch to watch your husband get killed in front of you..."

Her face has changed from horror, to pain, to realization, to stone cold calm.

I love it.

"You're a vampire...." She said softly. "Why didn't' you drink his blood?"

I chuckled, taking pleasure in the tears that ran her cheeks when I kicked her husband onto his back, giving her a great view of my handiwork- slit throat and all.

"So you figured it out did you? How charming." I took the liberty to draw out the women's pain by slowly licking her husband's blood off my claws. "As for not drinking his blood, men's blood has never done it for me."

I made a big show of stepping over her deceased husband, before approaching her.

"But you one the other hand- I'm sorry I didn't catch your name..."

"Claire." She said curtly.

"Claire..." I grinned. "You on the other hand, I would like nothing more than to hear you scream."

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I'm close enough to touch her now, and I can't decide whether or not I enjoy that fact that she doesn't flinch when I brush strand of hair out of her face, allowing her blue eyes to narrow hatefully at me.

No doubt that Claire and her husband got married young, she can't be more than one year older than me.... And when I saw older than me, I mean the age I stopped aging at- twenty eight.