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Prologue

"Do you want to play a game, ma petite?" Jean-Claude's voice danced upon my skin, warm and inviting.

"Jean-Claude, I sick and tired of playing your games. What do you want?" I had my gun out, for what good did it do me? I did not know.

Jean-Claude closed the distance between us in one graceful glide. His hand slid into my hair and was lost in its mass, an extra weight. I shoved the gun on his chest, but he didn't acknowledge it. He leaned closer to my height, it startled me, and I made a noise. The corner of his lips flicked up in amusement. I was not about to have him laugh at me.

I clicked the safety of the gun; its echo was lost in the room. "State your purpose, and I'll be on my way." Jean-Claude's eyebrows wrinkled and he pouted. His hair was curling at his side, hugging his form.

He hesitated, and then walked away with a sigh. "I have a request…" His back was to me, and I started inching towards the door.

"Then state it," I boldly responded, taking a noiseless step to the side. He sighed again. His voice shuddered on my skin. He was up to something if he had to use his vampire powers to lure me. I narrowed my eyes, but otherwise continued to inch to the door. Not easy with high heels on.

"I cannot say you'll like it." He hesitated for a response. I gave a shrug; he must have heard it because he started again, "I want you to be my human servant." He turned his head to look at me.

Cold anger slid through my body. "If I refuse?" my voice was low.

"Then nothing."

"What do you mean by nothing?" My voice sounded very accusing. He shook his head, his long ebony hair danced around him. He came towards me again. He put hands on both sides of my face and tilted my chin up to face him. His deep, dark cerulean eyes looked down at me, waiting.

"I have a request. Can you kill someone for me?" He studied my face.

"Who?"

"Vampire," he breathed.

"So you wanted me as a human servant to frighten someone stronger away?"

"More or less."

I pondered for a while. "Alright, you got a deal. State the vampire."

"Let the games begin." Games… that was a weird word for this situation. I wondered what he had in store for me. His cerulean orbs hung its weight on me, a look of fear trickled in his eyes.