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Chapter One

Kellam

I sat in the waiting room perfectly still, staring at my folded hands placed in my lap. I thought I might snap from all of the tension flowing through me just sitting here waiting, or at least break into a sweat. But I can't sweat; at least not anymore and my lack of normal body reactions just added to my already nerve racking tension. Becoming a Vampire wasn't what I had expected it to be. I thought that once you became one of the undead you would lose all sense of your former humanity. That's what all of the Vamps I had seen lately seemed like. They were wicked and power hungry. Even the other Vampires sitting around me in the waiting room looked evil. It was like their skin radiated malevolence and I wondered if I would soon be like them. As my life gradually passed as a Vampire would I slowly lose what shreds of my humanity I had left? Would there come a time in my future when I am able to kill innocent people without pause? I didn't know the answers to my questions, but I hoped not.

One of the Vamps around me laughed and I looked up curiously.

"Well look what we have here boys! A new Fang!" It was a small female Vampire who spoke. She was leaning forward in her chair and pointing at me. She looked like a blonde porcelain doll and couldn't have been any older then fifteen when she was turned.

All of the people in the waiting room irrupted into laughter at her statement. I looked back down at my hands and tried to soothe the anger that her words had caused inside me.

"Do you even know why you're here boy?" the annoying doll asked. Boy? My mind screamed at me. I was a full grown man and she was sitting here talking to me as if I were a child. I probably was to her considering she could have been a Vampire for decades. All eyes were on me and I knew I had to answer.

"My maker said I was to report here and the Queen would tell me all I needed to know." I tried to keep the sneer off my face as I answered her. In fact I hadn't a clue as to the purpose of my being here, all I knew was that it was important and I would get the answers I wanted.

The crowd started up again and I mentally kicked myself for answering.

"You're here to get your assignment from the Queen," said a deep voice from behind me. I turned around in my chair and locked eyes with a serious looking old Vampire who had probably been in his late fifties when he was turned.

"Assignment for what?" I hated not knowing the answers, but this man seemed like a better person to talk to then the bitch blonde.

"Well that's what you're here to find out. You get an assignment and when you finish it you get another one. They can be all kinds of different thing," the man answered.

"Shut up Walter!" Bitch Doll hissed and I turned back around to glare at her. "He needs to find things out on his own if he's going to make it as one of us." She said one of us like being a Vampire made you a god; which in her eyes probably did. I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh at her vanity.

"Find something amusing?" Bitch Doll's eyes turned to slits and I saw her fingers curl into claws.

"You have a pretty high opinion of yourself don't you little girl?"

The Vamps around us cracked up at my statement.

The movement was so fast I didn't see it, but suddenly she was standing in front of me her face just inches from my own. I refused to be scared of a teenager no matter how much older she was than me in actuality so I made my movements slow and deliberate as I stood up to face her. She came up to about the middle of my chest; not even reaching my shoulder. Her height was comical and I worked on keeping a straight face.

"Watch what you say, you don't have your precious Protector here anymore to save you," she said glaring.

I placed a dry smile on my face with a bit of effort. I wouldn't let her see how much her words actually affected me. I felt horrible about my Protector Liam's death. He was my best friend and it wasn't fair that he had to die when I became a Vampire when all he ever wanted to do was keep me safe.

"Don't worry little girl, I don't need him here to squish you like a bug."

"I ought to rip your throat out!" she yelled barring her fangs. I could tell that if it were possible her face would be a bright crimson color by now.

I laughed for real this time. "Can you even reach it?" I asked and the Vamps around us burst into a fit of giggles.

Bitch Doll was about to spring when a tall female Vamp came into the room with a clip board in her hand. "Mr. Mitchell, Queen Natasha will see you now." she said emotionlessly.

I followed her down a long dark hallway until we paused at two French styled double doors. She opened them for me and I stepped into what was certainly the most lavish room I had ever seen in my life. And death I suppose. In the room, there was a magnificent chandelier with candles instead of light bulbs, a large black plush carpet that covered the floor, and in the center of the room sat a long dark table; the Queen sat at one end and two strong built Vampires were standing on either side of her that seemed to be working as bodyguards.

I bowed politely and took a seat in the chair opposite the Queen. She was a beautiful Vampire, she was pale of course, but she had a small rose mouth and long black hair and equally dark eyes. I had learned that when you're a Vampire the more people you kill the darker your eyes get, so this woman must have killed hundreds of humans to look like that. She was wearing an expensive looking suit and a tiara that properly marked her as the Queen.

I didn't know how the Vampire politics worked so I said simply in greeting, "Your Highness."

"Hello Mr. Mitchell, it's nice to meet you," she said quickly, skimming over greetings so she could get to the point of my visit. I could tell that she was in an all business mood and I was glad because that meant I would bet out of here quickly. "Now I have called you here today to give you your assignment and answer any questions you may have about your new life."

One of her guards walked around the table and handed me a manila envelope. I opened it and saw a beautiful teenager staring up at me from the picture. She had a heart shaped face with dark brown hair and the most amazing sage colored eyes I had ever seen. She had the face of an angel. She looked like the type of girl that would sit in her room reading Tennyson and watching The Notebook. I flipped over the picture and started reading her profile.

"Her name is Cloie Taylor. She lives in a small city in Pennsylvania called Sunbury. She attends Shikellamy High School and lives in a house with her father David and her Protector Aiden. Cloie and Aiden have an abnormally close relationship. As you know the bond between Protector and Human if different for everyone… Well their bond is strong and when I say this I mean more so than any other human I have ever heard of."

All of what the Queen had just stated was written on the page I nodded. "Where is the girl's mother?" I asked looking up at the Queen.

"She's gone," she said flatly, changing the subject. "Cloie's school records are in there also. The classes she is taking and her grades, also what she is aspiring to be when she graduates." I flipped to the page that held her school records and my eyebrows lifted almost to my hairline when I saw on the paper that she wanted to be a Vanquisher. I couldn't imagine that beautiful woman in the picture fighting anyone let alone trying to kill vampires. I flipped to the next page and it was a list of things she liked and disliked. At the top of the list for likes was pizza and shopping; at the top of the list for dislikes were books and romance. I made a mental note to remember that looks can be severely deceiving.

I finished skimming through the portfolio and looked at the Queen. I would study this more at my own time. "Your Highness, I'm under the impression that you want me to know this girl, what I don't understand is why?" I tried to sound as polite as possible, but I couldn't for the life of me fathom why I was sitting with the Queen studying a folder about a teenage girl.

"I'm sending you on a mission Mr. Mitchell," she said seriously. Queen Natasha leaned her arms on the table and held my gaze intently. "I want you to get to know her personally, romantically if that's possible. Now I'm sure from all of the information I have given you that you can see that this will not be an easy thing to accomplish considering your condition and how she views our kind. I want you to make her over look this small factor."

Was she kidding? She had to have been joking. The Queen wanted me to get close to a human and not just any human, but a human that wanted to spend their life hunting Vampires. I tried to keep the indifferent look on my face and hide the shock that was actually screaming inside me.

"I-" I started, but she didn't let me speak.

"And Mr. Mitchell, once you have learned everything there is to learn about this young woman, I want you to kill her, but not before you get to know Cloie as well as you know yourself. I don't care how long it takes. As you may or may not be aware of, once every Vampire completes a mission they are promoted. And let me just say that if you do this correctly and without flaw, you will be granted with a very large promotion!" The Queen leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk on her face. Queen Natasha was actually bribing me to do this, but what I couldn't understand is why this one girl was so important. She seemed harmless; yes she wanted to be a Vanquisher, but put that thought aside and she was absolutely harmless. I mean she was only a human.

"Your Majesty, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm confused as to why the destruction of this girl is so vital. And why I would seek such a large benefit through her demise." I chose my words carefully, sensing that upsetting someone as powerful as the Queen of the Vampire was not a very smart thing to do.

She laughed harshly. "Ah, yes. I thought we might come to this. You're new to our ways, so you might not fully understand them yet. But to answer your question Kellam, Cloie Taylor's information and death are of the utmost importance because she is a severe threat to our Monarchy."

"She's just a girl," I stated, letting my face mirror my shock.

"And that is your first mistake. Do not under any circumstances underestimate her," Queen Natasha said vehemently showing her fangs. "I picked you for this job because you are intelligent, attractive, charming, close to her age, and you are new, so you still have some hold onto your humanity when none of us do. This will help you in your mission to get close to her because she will see that just because you are a Vampire doesn't mean you are like the rest of us. Yet. I don't care what you have to do: lie to her, use compulsion on her, but you will get the information!" she yelled. I felt a chill go down my spine at her words that I will be evil like them someday. "Now if you do not have any further questions I have other missions to assign," she said her voice normal once again and she started filing through the hundreds of papers on her desk.

I grabbed Cloie Taylor's portfolio and headed toward the double doors I came through. Just as I placed my hand on the handle another question popped in my head and I turned around. "You're Highness, what would happen if I failed this mission?"

Queen Natasha didn't even look up from her paperwork. "You would be replaced, of course."

I left then, but not before I heard the double meaning in her words. The Queen had seemed nicer than most of the Vamps I had come in contact with, but she was still the Queen, and that meant she was the most evil of them all. Of course… yes, I didn't have a choice but to get this mission accomplished.

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