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C.I.A. Vampires

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By:  Theresa Oliver  Completed
Language: English
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VampireWerewolfDestinyhybridHumorComedyTragedyYouth

Abigail Starland, better known as Star, is a kick-ass C.I.A. agent in a covert new branch of the agency. But she’s also a shape-shifting vampire from the Revolutionary War Era, and she’s fought in every major conflict since. She is the best, and she goes without question where humans fear to tread. According to the CIA, she doesn't exist. She fears nothing, that is, until she's assigned as bodyguard to Zachary Davis, the eighteen-year-old son of her boss. When they fall in love, the trouble begins. She soon discovers that The Others—rogue, uncontrollable vampires—are after him. Will Star be able to save Zac from her past, or will her past finally be the death of her? Follow Star on a roller coaster ride of twists and turns, deception and betrayals, as Star tries to keep one teenage boy alive in the face of unsurmountable danger as she treads a fine line between the world of vampires and humans.C.I.A. Vampires is created by Theresa Oliver, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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C.I.A. Vampires is a werewolf novel by Theresa Oliver that follows the story of a detective vampire. Abigail Starland is a C.I.A. agent and the Revolutionary War Era vampire with a shape-shifting ability who fought in each major conflict since. She's eventually tasked to be a bodyguard of Zachary Davis, her boss's 18-year-old son. But soon they fall in love and the trouble begins. Eventually, Abigail learns that The Others - uncontrollable, rogue vampires - are after him. Will she be able to protect the boy? Read the novel to find out.

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85 Chapters
Chapter 1: Bodyguard, Part 1
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
"You can have a seat, Ms. Star." A pretty receptionist in her mid-twenties greeted me with a friendly smile. "I'll let Dr. Abbott know you're here. He's expecting you." Nodding curtly, my stiletto heels tapped rhythmically as I walked toward the seat she had indicated. I like heels. They make me look older. I know, usually women want to look younger. But I'm not like most women. Most women aren't vampires. Once seated, I looked around the sparse, metallic room and breathed in a sigh, feeling the rush of air fill my lungs. I really don't need air to live. In fact, I can go for long periods of time without the lifegiving substance; hours, possibly a day if I have to. But to go without it for an extended period of time feels more and more uncomfortable the longer I go without it, until finally, my lungs feel as if they might explode if I don't breathe in. Breathing deeply now, feeling the air rush into my lungs, feels comforting, life giving. Although I don't need air to live, blood
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Chapter 2: Bodyguard, Part 2
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
As I said before, I work for a covert branch of the CIA that doesn't exist, and Dr. Sam Abbott is my contact. Or, at least, that's the name I know him by. This branch is so secretive and covert that we are only called in times of dire emergency to do a job. It doesn't take many of us. Yes, don't be so shocked, I'm not the only one. Anyway, a few of us can go in without anyone knowing and create the devastation of a whole army. Ten of us can take down a human army with ease. Then, of course, humans take the credit. That suits me just fine, since our existence must remain secret.Also, vampires are not made frivolously. For one thing, most of us do not want to take over the human race. Notice I said most. But every few years, a sadistic idiot comes along that wants to take over the human race and thinks he can rule the world. Then we're called in to take him, or her, down quietly. Does Hitler ring a bell? Another oxymoron. He wanted the perfect human race, but if they only knew what he
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Chapter 3: Revolution, Part 1
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
Rick steered his Mercedes SUV onto US-50 E on our way to Maryland. Great. I wondered where we were going, but didn't feel the inclination to ask. "Clothes?" I asked Rick, who was concentrating intently on the road even though he didn't need to. His reflexes were so great that he could deflect an accident in the time it takes to flutter an eyelash. "Packed," Rick responded. His bright green eyes never left the road. All vampire's eyes are green. He must have a lot on his mind. Out of anyone in the world, he was the one person I trusted the most. I would give my life for him, since he once gave me mine. I nodded. Not that it mattered. I could always get something when we arrived. But if we were going to some remote area, it might draw attention if I started receiving weekly deliveries from Sacks Fifth Avenue. I leaned back, settling in for a long ride, thinking of Rick, and how it all began. ***My father and I lived in Boston, Massachusetts when we first met Rick, Fredrick, as
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Chapter 4: Revolution, Part 2
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
Although I was supposed to be in the other room actively working on my embroidery sampler, I stood with my ear pressed tightly to the door, listening and intrigued. I so much wanted to join in their cause. It didn't seem fair that I should be left out, as I was as ardent a patriot as my father and Fredrick. The lights grew dim in the firelight as I listened silently to their plotting through the door. Suddenly, the sound of horse's hooves pounding against the dirt, the roaring of burning torches, and the shout of men's voices created a great commotion outside. Immediately, I jumped back as the solid oak doors of the drawing room flew open. I looked at the men with wide eyes. The horse's hooves dug into the dirt, stopping abruptly outside our door. "Douglas Starland!" a man yelled from outside, not bothering to knock on the door. "I know you're in there!" My father held a hand to his lips, then spoke quickly in hushed tones. "Stay here and be silent," he told the men and I. "I'll
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Chapter 5: Revolution, Part 3
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
Outside, I heard screaming as I struggled to open the door. Men screamed as they flew from their horses and thudded deftly against the house and upon the ground. A few of the men inside jumped out the back window, while another pushed me forcefully out of the way and opened the front door. Immediately, he was shot down in cold blood by a British soldier. Crimson blood spewed from his chest within the cold night air. I quickly flew to my father's side as I rushed out the door. His starched white shirt was drenched in maroon blood, muted in the moonlight. I held his head in my lap as the fighting continued, for he was in no condition to be moved. "Father ..." I struggled with the words, but they wouldn't move past the lump forming within my throat. Tears coursed down my cheeks and onto my father's shirt, mixing with his blood. "Abigail, run!" Father said as loudly as he could, but it was more of a whisper. Crimson blood trickled from the side of his mouth. He coughed, and more blood s
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Chapter 6: Low Profile, Part 1
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
"Go ahead," I replied, leaning back in the seat. "Have your fun." Rick was laughing so hard he was crying. "Oh, thanks, I needed that!" he said, now dabbing at his eyes. He knew how much I hated small towns. Boring. Not enough action. But if we were trying to protect someone, that's the best place to be. In a small town, you can hide in the open and no one will notice a thing. Cooperstown was in upstate New York and as small as small town gets. "Okay," I said, having had enough. "You've had your fun." A second later, Rick was still trying to suppress a smile. "If you were anyone else ...""Yeah, yeah ..." Rick replied. "You'd miss me too much." "Yeah, like a hole in the head," I mumbled, then changed the subject. "What's his name?""Who?" Rick was still dabbing at his eye, trying to collect himself. I punched him in the arm. "Okay, okay! I surrender!" Rick was still smiling, but managed to pull himself together. "The kid's!" I said, trying to get Rick to focus, which
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Chapter 7: Low Profile, Part 2
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
Suddenly, a nervous looking brunette man with wild eyes in his late teens opened the door. The pheromone level this guy excreted was maddening! See, when humans are nervous or scared, their body emits pheromones that vampires can detect. It helps us track our prey. For his sake, it's good that I wasn't dying of thirst, because his crimson blood was pulsing deep within his veins under the thin skin of his throat, calling to me ... "Jeez," I said, throwing back my head, closing my eyes. "Not now." And I was supposed to keep a low profile. Immediately, the guy threw open his overcoat, revealing a sawed-off shotgun. Probably sawed it off himself. His hands shook as he pointed it at the frail cashier behind the counter, who held up his hands and looked at me apologetically. "How much?" I asked the cashier casually, indicating the items on the counter as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Didn't you hear me, bitch?!" the young man yelled into my ear. The shotgun in his hand
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Chapter 8: Low Profile, Part 3
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
We followed a narrow road down a long drive. Within minutes, we pulled in front of a two-story Victorian home, constructed with stones in earth tones in variations of tan, brown, beige, with a bit of teal and burnished copper thrown in sporadically. Even though it was dark, I could see each detail and hue with divine clarity. In the front was a wide front porch that wrapped gingerly around the house. The house was located on the outskirts of town on the lake, looking as if it had been there all along; as if it had grown up from the ground along with the surrounding vegetation. Also, the acres of land the house rested upon were secluded, surrounded by trees, providing shelter from prying eyes. "So, what do you think?" Rick asked, speaking of the house. "I picked it out a few days ago."Actually, I loved the house. It was perfect, but I wouldn't admit it to Rick. "Eh, it'll do," I said, smiling. Rick smiled, too, and shook his head. Being with Rick was so easy. I could easily be mys
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Chapter 9: First Meeting, Part 1
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
My feet flew with lightning speed through the surrounding mountains as the scents of evergreen, honeylocust, and pear trees zoomed by. I was almost to Canada when I caught the scent of big game. My throat burned. Lusting for blood, the animal inside me seethed for the kill. I slowed when I heard heavy footfalls above the ridge. Immediately, I jumped twenty feet into the air, expertly grabbing a branch and silently placing my feet on the same branch, crouched like Spiderman. But I didn't have webs; I had weapons that were much more effective. My teeth gleamed in the moonlight as a menacing smile curled my lips, poised and ready. Silently, I sprang from limb to limb as graceful as a lemur in the jungles of Africa. I inhaled deeply, tasting the air. The sensual aroma of big game and the sweet, sweet scent of the red, delicious blood filled my lungs. The animal in me snarled in anticipation. The blood of big game was the closest to human and was almost as satisfying. My throat burned an
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Chapter 10: First Meeting, Part 2
C.I.A. Vampires/Theresa Oliver
Years ago, I used to take the deer meat to orphanages to feed the hungry bellies of the children. At that time, the caregivers welcomed any food donations they could get, for it was difficult to provide enough food to feed forty some children. They didn't ask questions. Today, there were no more orphanages, but if there were, they would ask too many questions, questions I couldn't answer. There were laws against it, as well.The white-tailed deer wasn't much of a challenge, but I had already had my workout for the night. After I had my fill, I wiped a spot of crimson blood from my lips. Evergreens brushed past me in a blur as I ran, quickly making my way back home. Home. We had just arrived and already I thought of it as home. Twenty minutes later, I walked into the front door of our cottage. It was really more like a mansion, but there was something about the stone walls that made me think of it as a cottage. "Well ..." Rick was waiting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, probably
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