Note from MC: Stop. Do not read this story. It was written by a 13-year-old girl who really needed a reality check. Legit, the amount of embarrassment I have for this story is innumerable, so please just... no. "I'm abused by my dad. So what? Are you going to save me? Are you going to miraculously take me away from him? Didn't think so. Stay out of my business, Mr. Carter. I can handle myself," I snapped. He was really starting to get annoying with all these questions. Couldn't he take a hint? He leaned down, getting into my personal space again, and stared into my eyes. "You're fifteen, Deserae; you can't handle yourself. And to answer your question: Yes, I am going to save you. With or without your permission." And he walked away. Leaving me stunned, confused, and breathless. As always. *I WAS ONLY 13ISH WHEN I WROTE THIS, SO IT'S IN NEED OF EDITING THAT I WILL NEVER DO. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

She was intelligent, obliging and downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, she was too shy and completely oblivious to notice the last past. Amy Butler has moved from New York to join her friend in Canada to work alongside a new professor for the start of her third year of college. It's only for six months but to her, it's too damn long especially if she has to handle the inhumanly handsome and mischievous John Harris, a football coach not willing to leave her alone. He saw her and wanted her from the first day he laid eyes on her. The more she tried her hardest to push him away, the closer he always came to getting what he wanted: those full lips between his. But as she learns more about his tragic and troublesome life she asks herself, will she be able to see past his one and only flaw and accept him into her life as what he is? **Contains some sexual content ** ***Second Novel in my Vampire Series** CAN BE READ SEPARATELY.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.