I woke up in a cold sweat. It happens when I don't feed properly. Which was all the time now. See, I'm a vampire. I used to be White Court. I used to feed on women. Feed on their passion. Their helplessness. I relished the control and the high i got from that. I never thought it was wrong until someone I loved got hurt. Thats all behind me now. Now I just get by on what little I can take from the clients in my hair salon when I wash their hair. Its a big come down, but I feel almost human, sometimes.
It felt different this time. I didn't feel like an addict that didn't get enough of his drug. I dreamed about her again, and it scared me to my undeath. Maybe thats not so different after all.
See the woman I am dreaming about isn't Justine. I loved Justine, but all I ever caused her was pain. This woman is different. She is strong. She doesn't fall for my seduction ability at all. She doesn't trust me enough to do that. She only keeps herself from killing me because of the respect and affection she feels for my brother. Maybe thats why I am falling in love with her. If anyone knew, though, my life would end. She would probably kill me herself, if my brother didn't do it first. But, a guy can dream, right?
I splash some cold water on my face ready to start the day when the phone rings. I figure its my brother Harry, checking up on me. But the voice is female, perky and deadly serious. Its Murphy. The woman I can't stop thinking about.
" Thomas? Its Harry. He is in trouble, and I need your help."