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CHAPTER TWO Evan backed away, but he didn’t go far. Somehow he bumped into some else behind him, and for he moment he thought there was a second man, but he found himself staring into the same eyes he had been staring into a few seconds ago.    How that was possible, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care at that moment. He had other things to be worried about. He opened his mouth to say something, but the man’s powerful hand grabbed his neck,  cutting off air from entering his lungs.    Shocked by the man’s strength, Evan’s phone slipped from his hand, but before it did, he caught a glimpse of the man’s face.  He had a venomous sneer on his face…. And his teeth…. Evan couldn’t see clearly, but….Were those fangs? His eyes…. This wasn’t the time to think.    Evan tried to fight back, pushing desperately with his hands and legs but his efforts proved pointless. He felt hims

CHAPTER FOUR “I’m not saying I’m bettno than anyone” Samson said, speaking so everyone could hear him, “I just think we have to be careful. There is no need to kill anyone, especially when we would benefit nothing from it, except a hunter coming for us, hunting us down like animals. It’s just going to cause another fight, and the death of many people. Some of us just don’t want that drama, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way?”    That last comment was followed by a series nods and agreements from some people. While others, mostly those in support of Jacob’s carelessness, kept mute.    “Samson is right” Mark said. “We should try to be careful. Of course, we need to feed on human blood to survive, but we also don’t need to kill anyone in the process. Why do you have to do that when you can just feed, and even compel them to forget. We also have blood bags if you have a problem with control. So there’

CHAPTER SIX A knowing smile curved the doctor’s lips. “Oh, I believe it is. You are angered so much about not finding anyone, that it’s putting a block on your sexual drive. You are sad about it and covering it up with so much anger so that no one can see that you are vulnerable”         “I’m not vulnerable. I never was. Not since I’ve been a vampire.” The last thing Samson wanted to feel was vulnerability. To him it was synonymous with weakness. If the doctor wasn’t careful with his accusations, he’d soon find himself at the receiving end of Samson’s displeasure. Maybe a physical fight would relieve his frustrations.         “Not in the physical sense of the word. We’re all aware of your strength and your power. But I’m talking about your emotions. We all have them. We all struggle with them. Some more than others. Especially a vampire…. You know for us, e

Samson shook his head, trying to let her know that it was no big deal. "There's no problem. I can get it fixed" he replied, handing the towel back to her. The towel didn't do much to fix the stain on his white shirt, but he didn't mind one bit.  She smiled at him again, and Samson could swear he felt a clench in his gut.  "Can I get you something to drink" she asked, as she moved to the other side of the counter where the drinks were placed.  Samson kept his eyes on her. "Yes." he said, "An old fashioned would be nice... And keep it coming"  ............... Isabella nodded and turned her back to him so she could face the bar. She had no idea what an old fashioned was, nor did she know how to make one. But she did know that she didn't want to embarss herself in the presence of this incredibly handsome man.  She had only been working at

"Goodnight, Mr Peter" Isabella said as she grabbed her little bag and headed out of the bar. She had bandaged up the cut in her hand and was ready to go home. "Oh honey" said Mr Peter, who was behind the desk. "It's going to rain soon. Are you sure you don't want to wait a little before you leave?" Isabella shook her head, "No I can't wait," she replied, "I have to hurry up and pick up my dinner, I have lectures tomorrow and it's already getting late. I will just hurry up, don't worry, I will be fine. I'm sure I will be able catch a bus" She rushed out of the bar and halfway to her favourite restaurant it started drizzling. Isabella hurried along. She ducked into the first restaurant she encountered,giving up any attempt to get loan's tonight. This restaurant would just have to do tonight. She looked around and saw that the place was virtually empty. The woman at the entrance attempted to show her to a table, but Isabella waved her off. “Just takeout, please.” she said. The h