Victoria is a vampire over 100 years old who escaped her captor Claude over 50yrs ago but is still on the look out him because he insists that she was made for him. But she knows she could never love the vampire who stole her life away. She now keeps a low profile and sticks to a very strict routine. Feed once at night, stay vigilant, and return home before dawn. One night as Victoria visits her favorite book shop where she is a regular face to the owner William, but when she is greeted by Damien, an unfamiliar human face who awakens a piece of her that she thought had disappeared long ago. She now has to try to keep darkness away that seems to follow her no matter where she goes. Now with Damien in the mix, and Victoria's maker Claude on the hunt. Will these star crossed lovers fall to the ending like the famous Shakespeare play? Or will Damien show Victoria that he's stronger and more determined to keep her safe than she'd ever believe?

Vampires have slayers. Werewolves have trackers. Everything else has a hunter. --- Elise Bunting knows all about the things that go bump in the night. Just because she knows, doesn't mean she cares. Considering she is descendant of one of the most notorious Hunters, Alistair Bunting - she knows she should really start paying attention and with her brother is missing after going after a clan of dark fae adds to that theory. Soon after his disappearance her father moves them to the city he was last seen in and while her parents look for him, Elise goes to enroll at a local college set on gaining a qualification to take her far away from her crazy family. Instead she meets Logan, a Tracker. This chance meeting has her deciding to try and find out more about what happened to her sibling and Elise starts to understand what being a Hunter is all about. --- PART 1 in the Hunter Series. contains swearing, violence, and some adult themes. unedited ©2014 ellarose12

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake