Sventés like me don’t have hypnotic beauty like Kejas or have super-super-super strength and speed like Pagori vampires, though we are stronger and faster than any human. Well the reason for all the confusion is that there are actually different breeds. Three breeds? Well you see, basically, you know how there are varying accounts of vampires? Some humans report us to be terribly aggressive with hulk-like strength, some report us to be entrancingly beautiful and charming, and others believe that we are actually more human-like than the stories say. Why couldn’t I have been a Keja? Instead I was a Sventé vampire a breed that was the dullest of all three breeds. All Keja vampires had hypnotic beauty and females were often called Enchantresses. Luckily enough, they weren’t glowing now. That amber would glow whenever he was angry, thirsty or horny. “So I see.”Īs with all vampires, he had incredible sexual appeal, but this particular bloke’s allure was even more intense because he was a Keja vampire – something I knew just by the slight tint of amber in his irises.

Milk carton in hand, I finally turned to look him. Well they would be in for one hell of a surprise if they did. My neighbours – most of whom were drug addicts, poverty stricken, or criminals – would be more than tempted to try to mug the bloke. “Evening Miss Parker,” he said politely, “I’ve been waiting for you.” It was rare that I heard such a well-spoken voice around this area of London. Whatever this vampire wanted, it wasn’t a brawl. The footsteps behind me were soft, slow, non-threatening. I was also able to tell, going by the fizzing feeling in the flat, that this particular vampire was extremely powerful. While rooting through my plastic shopping bag for the carton of milk, I called out, “I don’t have all night so I’d appreciate it if you told me what you want.”Īt this point I had established by their scent that they were male seen as females tended to have sweeter scents. Just as calm and collected as the intruder, I unlocked the door and headed straight for the tiny, out-dated kitchen.

The strange vampire in there had to be powerful in order to remain off the radar of the guards and yet he/she apparently had no interest in concealing their presence from me. I thought about alerting them, but then curiosity came to call. When I reached the top level of the building I found my Sire’s two dull-looking vampire guards stood outside my door as usual, seemingly unaware of the vampire inside.

I knew before I even reached the doorstep of the building that someone was in my flat.

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