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Chapter 1

SPOV

"Shit!" I shoot up in bed as my heart beats wildly in my chest. It was just a dream. I take a deep calming breath before looking over at my digital clock with a groan. Three in the morning. Dammit, it's way too early to feel this wide awake. I swing my legs off the side of the bed before gazing out over the moon washed lawn with remnants of my vivid dream still dancing at the forefront of my mind.

This has been happening more and more often and I'm really starting to be concerned. Why am I plagued with such vivid and dreams filled with such…carnal and erotic depictions? I've never had any sort of libido to speak of. Hell, I've never even had a boyfriend, but recently it's like my hormones are on constant overdrive.

I know what you're thinking, why not just go and do something about it. Unfortunately, I'm a telepath. This makes any kind of intimate contact incredibly uncomfortable and well, awkward. I mean, imagine kissing a guy only to hear him thinking your ass looks fat; or maybe wondering what his girlfriend will do if she ever finds out. Like I said, awkward as hell.

And it's not just the supercharged libido that's freaking me out either; it's as if all my senses are suddenly kicked into overdrive. Just yesterday while busing tables, I heard a whispered conversation across the bar loud enough to think the pair of gossiping housewives were standing shoulder to shoulder with me. Crazy. I must truly be going insane.

I shake off my thoughts as I rise from the bed, stretching out my stiff limbs before grabbing my worn bathrobe. Maybe a glass of milk will help put me back to sleep. A small smile forms on my lips as I hear Pam, my roommate's girlfriend, humming lowly to herself from across the hall. I creak open my bedroom door to see said contented vampiress shuffling quietly down the stairs. I trail her to the kitchen in time to see her pulling a glass from the top cupboard.

"Hey, Pam," I greet softly.

"Shit!" she exclaims as the glass slips from her hand. I lunge forward, saving the glass from the hard linoleum and have to stifle a snicker as I look up to see Pam staring at me in surprise. It's not often you get the chance to spook a vampire. "How the hell did you manage that?" she asks as I straighten and set the glass safely upon the countertop.

"What?" I ask curiously, raising a brow in her direction. She huffs at me, placing her hands on her hips before studying me curiously.

"Well first of all," she starts in a hushed voice as she steps closer, still inspecting me studiously as I wait for her explanation. "You snuck up on me, something that should be impossible," she says with a cocked brow as I shoot her a smirk. "And secondly, you just moved…well, like a vampire," she explains as my brows shoot to my hairline.

"I did?" I ask in surprise as I watch the vampiress' brow furrow and her blonde head nod slowly as she continues to study me curiously. Just what the hell is going on with me? Pam steps closer then and I stand perfectly still as she leans her face toward me. I watch from the corner of my eye as she buries her nose into my hair, proceeding to take in my scent. "Pam?" I whisper softly as I feel the tip of her nose grazing along the sensitive skin of my throat. A shudder runs through me at the light touch just as I hear Pam let out a soft sigh.

"What are you?" she whispers against my skin. The feel of her lips against the column of my throat sends a tremble of anticipation through me. My lust is rising and rational thought is quickly slipping away as I feel the vampiress press her cool body closer, effectively pinning me against the wall of cupboards.

I can hear my thunderous heartbeat pounding in my ears and as I feel cool lips trailing soft kisses along the heated skin of my throat, I'm helpless to suppress an eager whimper from escaping my lips. "Pam," I whisper softly, almost pleadingly, as she presses closer yet. She melds her body against mine as her hands rise to cup my face in her cool, slender fingers.

My breath quickens as I see her pale face rise before me, and hitches slightly as I take in the soft glow of her bright, blue eyes, aflame with her own lust. A cool puff of breath ghosts over my lips just before the silken feel of her lips press softly against my own. My eyes close in bliss as I find my hands roving over Pam's back, stroking her cool skin as if of their own volition.

I am lost; lost to the feel of her teasing kiss; lost to the feel of her fingers trailing along the nape of my neck as she angles my face towards her in order to deepen our kiss. This is heaven. Every nerve ending is ablaze with unadulterated desire, sending wave after wave of pure delight through me.

"What the fuck?" Pam pulls away, leaving me dazed before my eyes fly open as the overhead light harshly cuts through the darkness of the kitchen. I turn then to see the gawking, bewildered face of my roommate as she takes in the rather compromising position of her girlfriend and I. Oh, shit. What the hell did I just do?

"Um, Ames, I, um," I stammer out as I feel my face flush hot with utter mortification. My mind is racing to come up with an explanation when the shocking sound of laughter fills the kitchen. She's laughing? What the hell?

"Oh my God, Sook!" Amelia exclaims through chuckles. "Never thought I'd see the day," she says, shaking her head, whilst wiping a tear from her cheek. "Told you you were irresistible, babe," she tells her girlfriend with a grin. I turn to Pam then to see her smirking at me with as her blue eyes glitter with mischief.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize earnestly as she rolls her eyes at me.

"Don't apologize, sweetness," she tells me with a wink. "I rather enjoyed myself." My jaw drops at her nonchalance, causing her to grin widely, flashing me her fangs. Well, at least she's not pissed at me.

"Sook, I'm so proud of you," Amelia tells me, slinging her arm over my shoulder as I roll my eyes at her. "Finally coming out of your shell, God, it's about time," she says as I find myself scowling at my highly regaled roommate. So glad I can amuse the two of them. How utterly embarrassing. I shake my head deciding I need to just walk away. I can't deal with the two of them at this particular moment.

"Ugh, I'm going back to bed," I tell them as my mind is trying to wrap around what the hell just happened.

"Are you still coming to Ladies Night tonight?" Amelia calls out as I begin stomping irritably up the stairs. I stop in my tracks. I totally forgot I promised to join them for a girl's night at Fangtasia, the vampire bar Pam works at. I let out a huff, pinching the bridge of my nose in irritation.

"Fine," I sigh out, knowing full well they won't let me go back on my word. I hear Amelia clapping excitedly behind me and shake my head as I continue my trek back to my bedroom. This is gonna be a long day and an even longer night.

GPOV

I stand at the back of my child's bar waiting for him to finish his feeding for the night. I raise my face to the window, gazing out over the darkened city as a soft sigh escapes me. The office door creaks open then and I turn to see two scantily clad women stumbling out together, giggling lightly and holding onto one another for support as they begin slowly making their way toward me. I open the door and have to fight back a grimace as I take in the prevailing scent of overpriced perfume and cigarette smoke wafting from the pair.

"Goodnight, cutie," slurs out the blonde, shooting me a wink. I force a small smile, nodding slightly as I see a yellow taxi pull into the lot. Thank goodness. I watch as they crawl clumsily into the back seat, giggling wildly before the yellow door is slammed shut, blocking them from view. I shake my head as I see my child approaching from my peripheral.

"You missed quite a wild time," he tells me as he zips his pants, shooting me a playful wink. He reeks of the two recently departed fangbangers and I find myself wondering just what it is he finds so appealing about his current lifestyle. I raise a brow at him and he shrugs, shooting me a grin before we exit the bar, locking the doors tightly behind us.

"You used to have taste," I tell him with a slight sneer as we make our way to his flashy, red convertible. My child can certainly be quite ostentatious.

"You didn't find them at all appealing?" he asks as we duck into the low seated car in sync. I scoff lightly and he grins over at me with an eye roll. "Still holding out for the fairy tale, huh?" he teases as we peel out from the lighted lot.

"It is no fairy tale, Eric," I scold as he shrugs slightly. "Fated mates are very real and if my instincts are correct, which I am sure they are, mine is nearby," I explain. A small smile forms on my lips as I once more look out over the city. Two thousand years. Two thousand years I have waited to find my fated mate; the female who will complete my very soul. I can hardly wait to see what the fates have in store for me.

"I don't understand your enthusiasm," he replies as I turn to see him shaking his golden head. "Variety is the spice of life. Why on earth would you want to be tied to one woman for the rest of eternity?" I smirk at him, causing him to raise a brow at me. "What?"

"Nothing," I say with a small shrug. I have seen plenty of men just like him; men who shun the idea of their fated female only to become utterly bespelled by their mate upon first glance. He gives me a curious glance before turning to focus on the road once more.

"Whatever," he says. "For your sake, I hope you're right," he adds softly as he flashes me a concerned glance. I nod, understanding his apprehension. I know he has felt my growing melancholy through the bond we share and the one thing I have left to hold onto is the hope of finding my destined female. Only she can help me break this endless ocean of malaise in which I find myself currently drowning.

"We shall find out soon enough," I tell him as we pull before his house.

"So what do you suppose she looks like?" he asks curiously as we enter the house together. I shrug vaguely, trailing through the house lost in my thoughts of finding her.

"I have no idea," I answer absently as we enter our shared bedroom. "But I am sure she will be perfect." He grins at me as we both begin shedding our clothes, heavy with the scents of the bar.

"You deserve nothing less," he replies as we crawl into the large bed together. A smile plays at my lips as I settle myself under the blankets and I feel his love coursing through the bond. His larger form settles around me and I bask in the serenity of the closeness we've shared for centuries. His large hand settles upon my hip and I clasp it within my own, lacing our fingers together as I feel the beginnings of the dawn pulling at my consciousness.

"Rest well, my child," I tell him as I feel him press closer, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck, a familiar gesture that never ceases to comfort me.

"Rest well, Master," he answers quietly against my shoulder before I feel the sun take me to my slumber.