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Growing up, Anastasia Turgenev couldn't wait to awaken as a full vampire and join the night. But when the time comes to sink her fangs into her Affinity, can she resist her natural instincts...
Af•fin•i•ty /əˈfinədē/: noun. 1. The bloodlust felt by a vampire upon the age of awakening. 2. The person to whom the vampire feels the bloodlust for.
Seventeen-year-old Nastia flipped her strawberry blonde hair back and mentally prepared herself for the brain freeze. She would not lose this time. Her best friend, Pam, caught her red hair up in a messy bun and readied her own straw. Poking at the chunks of banana in her milkshake, she held up her hand. "Hold on!"
"I told you to not order anything chunky!"
"Shush your face!" Pam laughed, the afternoon sun rusting the brown in her eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."
"Prepare to die, death by brain freeze," Nastia stated in a grave voice, clenching her straw between her teeth. The girls sat on the edge of the parking lot of the Dairy King where the patchy grass tickled their bare legs.
The redhead counted them down and they sucked up their milkshakes as fast as possible. Nastia's brain began screaming in strawberry induced fury as the brain freeze tightened around her head like a constricting medieval torture device. Trying to overcome the pain, she squeezed her eyes shut. She slowed her pace, but the damage was already done.
Finally, with a squeal, Pam threw her milkshake down on the ground in defeat and was up on her feet. Holding her temples, the girl paced back and forth. Nastia sat down her own cup and laid back on the grass. Eyes closed, she waited for the pain to subside.
Why do we do this?
Making bets or juvenile competitions like this was just their fun way to pass the time. But this contest had a deeper meaning. It was a working theory. If the pain is strong enough, Nastia reasoned, if the memory is loud enough, it will survive a memory wipe. Pam may not remember Nastia's face or name but maybe, just maybe, she would remember the laughter.
And as if she needed more of a reminder, his scent carried on the wind that now caressed her cheek. Time stood still in the seconds it took for him and his friends to walk from their car to the door of the fast-food joint.
Her cold throat immediately burned, and her fangs extended, achingly. Her muscles coiled, every ounce of self restraint fighting all the thoughts of how to get her prey alone. In her mind, it was just them and the fifty-odd steps that separated them. The rising bloodlust was up to her ankles.
She swallowed hard and kept her lips pressed together mindful of her vicious canines.
Just a little longer...
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