Disclaimer: I do not own L.J. Smith's book or the ideas from them, they are hers and are used loosely in this story.
Prologue
The night world has only two Rules….Never let them find out the Night World exists. Never fall in with one of them…and He was about to break them both…
If the night world had a prince Stephan Dartan would be him. Trapped forever in the body of a eighteen year old he was lamia, of the old blood. He was not handsome but beautiful, his eyes a smoldering amber, hair the color of chocolate, and skin kissed by the sun. His parents…well weren't his real parents. His birth parents where long ago buried under the cold earth. The people who lived with him were part of his family but it was Stephen who ran the house, who had the power.
In St. Paul, on Summit avenue he lived. It was the perfect place for him. A city not to big, not to small. At one time it had been filled with more millionaires than anywhere else in the world, he called it home. He's actually why Minneapolis was given it's unfortunate nickname, Murderapolis. What can I say? He like to play with his food.
As the millennium approached he was given a mission from the Night World. Find Circle Day Break, find the soul mates, kill them. Stephen Dartan never failed a mission, this was just one more. A crowning achievement in his long career, but he never expected to meet her…
She was no one, plain, innocent, a dreamer…she would end up saving her kind…
This is their story, may love conquer all.
Prologue
The night world has only two Rules….Never let them find out the Night World exists. Never fall in with one of them…and He was about to break them both…
If the night world had a prince Stephan Dartan would be him. Trapped forever in the body of a eighteen year old he was lamia, of the old blood. He was not handsome but beautiful, his eyes a smoldering amber, hair the color of chocolate, and skin kissed by the sun. His parents…well weren't his real parents. His birth parents where long ago buried under the cold earth. The people who lived with him were part of his family but it was Stephen who ran the house, who had the power.
In St. Paul, on Summit avenue he lived. It was the perfect place for him. A city not to big, not to small. At one time it had been filled with more millionaires than anywhere else in the world, he called it home. He's actually why Minneapolis was given it's unfortunate nickname, Murderapolis. What can I say? He like to play with his food.
As the millennium approached he was given a mission from the Night World. Find Circle Day Break, find the soul mates, kill them. Stephen Dartan never failed a mission, this was just one more. A crowning achievement in his long career, but he never expected to meet her…
She was no one, plain, innocent, a dreamer…she would end up saving her kind…
This is their story, may love conquer all.