"Now" the vampire crooned, appearing right before me, the blade in my mouth, pressing to the corner of it, his dark eyes gleaming. "I see that you scowl a lot. Who wouldn't? You're a Diávolos. A vampire." He cocked his head to the side. " I see that you're a fan of The Joker, no?" He chuckled. "Why so serious Eros?"
I stiffened.
"I'm going to give you a great, big, smile" he whispered, clutching the knife harder in his pale hand.
He pressed the blade further into the corner of my mouth, cutting through my skin. Blood welled, and I groaned, pulling on the rope binding my hands. He chuckled, and with one great thrust of his arm, he cut through my skin, giving me a great, big smile...
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Eros Hades, a simple teenager, tries to live his traumatic life as an outsider. Having his parents murdered before his eyes--throats slit and wrists slashed--by a psychotic satanist of sorts, Eros struggles to connect with the world around him. He has no one. No friends, no real family. Nothing.
Until he is turned.
Eros, and a cocky, narssassistic vampire by the name of Maverick, try to hunt down the crazy, cult-leading immortal who slaughtered Eros' parents. But he has something else to worry about; Kathryn, a vampire slayer who doesn't suspect the true demon Eros is. Eros must befriend her and gain her trust, without sinking his fangs into her neck. But in the mist of an apocalypse like no other, risks must be taken. The line between Immortal and mortals blur as new truths come to light.
Can Eros not be the monster he is destined to become? Or will he become exactly that?
Time is in short supply, even for the most powerful of immortals...
My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.