Midnight Dancer

Prologue

Stone gray eyes blinked out from the darkness. Shadows fell over the person's face. She was crouched down, her hands resting on the ground.

The girl had a catlike grace to her. Messy straw-colored hair showed that she had been on her own for a long time.

Slowly, she stood and began to walk through the yard. She knew that no one would see her. After all, this had been her job since birth.

You see, Lena Roberts was not a normal woman. Age eighteen, she was attractive-when she wanted to be.

Her parents had never thought that Lena was the child they dreamed of, and didn't pretend she was. When Mom died, it was no use sticking around anymore. So she left. Dad didn't really care, but wanted the younger of the two girls. Maybe she would be normal.

Yeah right.

Lena had been gone for three months so far, leaving James to care for Eve.

The woman halted under an oak tree, rubbing her palms together for warmth. But an icy cold voice seemed to suck all the warmth from her body.

Quick as lightning, she turned to find a man staring at her. But this wasn't any man. Tall, pale, black hair, emerald green eyes. Darkly handsome.

Lena looked him in the eye.

"Blaise."

He smirked. "Nice to see you too, Lena."
The woman tossed her head of scraggly hair. "Why did you want to meet me? I'm busy. Got bigger blood-suckers to fry."

Blaise slipped behind her. She whipped around to watch him.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Lena felt her throat close up. She knew this guy. Well, what he did. Blaise only looked her age, but he was powerful.

Suddenly, without warning, he slipped his arms around her shoulders. Lena tensed, preparing to attack, but he whispered in her ear:

"Relax."

That silky voice caught her, and she obeyed.

At her own cost.

Faster than she could realize, he had a dagger to her throat, the other arm restraining her. Lena wanted to scream, but she knew she would be dead halfway in if she tried.

"So sorry," Blaise whispered, "But you owe me something."

Lena closed her eyes, knowing what he meant.

"Blood."

A strangled cry was ripped Lena as Blaise's dagger ripped through her throat.

Shaking his head, Blaise dropped the body to the ground. He sighed.

"What a waste."

And walked off.

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