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For as long as she has lived (and it has been a very, very long time), Avaritia Rubrum has governed herself by three laws: A queen of the night does not fear death. A queen of the night does not pity her enemies. A queen of the night does not trust. (She knows too well how the last one ends). And yet, when an attack is made--and succeeds--on one of her own, the Queen of the North American Nightlife finds herself in no position to maintain her rules. For any one of the Seven could be next, succumbing to that final death, the one they all swore would never touch them. Any one of them could be her greatest ally in finding the assassin who managed to kill the most powerful siren in an age. Any one of them could be the one holding the knife as they plunge it into her back. Rita knows this, though--when she finds the culprit, their whole world will be drowned in red. [this is my first attempt at an original work; let's see how it goes, shall we?]
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Time didn't matter to her. She got up when the sun did and tried to sleep when the sun went down. because of this seemingly endlessness, she's forgotten her name, she's forgotten her family and she's forgotten everything she use to be. Now she was nothing. Living on the streets of a town begging for money and food from travellers that didn't know who she was, unlike the rest of the town that thought of her as something unnatural even though she doesn't know why. Constantly abused by the townspeople who don't understand her, she is left to die in an alleyway after a horrible run in with three drunk men. She was expecting to die and have her corpse eaten by rats and other vermin. What she didn't expect was to be saved by a woman that was everything but human. "Do you want to live?" This woman asked and when she looked into herself she knew the answer, it came easy through her busted lips. "Yes." From that day on she became something else, something not human, something extraordinary and from that day forth she will serve this woman who saved her life and maybe one day remember her name or be given one by her new Mistress. Maybe one day she'll remember who she was and maybe she'll even find the one person that completes her soul. From that day forth she became a Nightwalker. Completed. This is a lesbian story and contains mature actions between females. There will be warnings at the beginning of the chapter if you do not wish to read such content.

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