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Chapter 1

Amy gazed longingly out the window that overlooked the forest surrounding the most recent of the Sorel manors. She had remained like this—completely still—for several hours now. The servants had tried and failed to force her to eat over the last few days. But now a faint murmur escaped her lips. The sun had set some time ago, and her father was due home. She began to worry.

As she started to rise from the window seat, a light-haired man emerged from the forest. Overtaken with excitement, Amy rushed downstairs and pulled open the heavy doors. Much to her dismay, she watched her beloved limp across the field. With a gasp, she rushed out to help him, but her small stature provided little solace for the agonized Raphael.

Raphael sat up in his overstuffed bed running his hand through his hair. He looked around until his eyes landed on his daughter sitting faithfully at his side.

"Amy, my love…did you tend to me?"

At first she only nodded slightly, but then allowed a near-silent, "Yes, my father," to leave her throat.

With a dim smile the young nobleman raised a hand and rested it on her pale cheek. His stern, dark eyes that hid any true intentions or emotions studied her face, her delicate features. "I do not want a girl as pure as you being sullied with my cursed blood. We have others to attend to such things." His cold hand felt like fire on her skin.

His cursed blood, Amy jested to herself, does he not understand that I have the same curse running through my veins? While it is not the same blood, it is the same disease that we share. I am as much a demon as he believes me to be pure. Feeding on the life energy of others, what purity is to be found in that--?

"Amy dear, why do you not answer me? Are you not well?"

"I am fine, father. I just worried ever so greatly for you. What happened?"

Raphael rolled his eyes to look away with an expression of shame and disgust. "Dogs. They are becoming aware. Why, there are rumors that the attacks are carried out by a common vampire!" He laughed to himself. When he saw the troubled expression cross Amy's face, he pulled her into a close embrace and stroked her large auburn curls. "But do not worry, my love, they do not know it is me."

This both comforted and worried the girl. How long until they did know? Would the people chase them away, forcing the family to again relocate and again restart their lives? Or would her noble Raphael fight to the end, leaving Amy as an orphan once again? The thought horrified the youth. She gripped the ruined, bloodstained silks of her father's shirt, hoping to find comfort in his chilly embrace.

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