The Master Vampire Past Lover.

Hey everyone! If you're reading this, it's means you're about to read THE MASTER VAMPIRE PAST LOVER. please support me through this journey, as it's my first vampire fiction. Please stick with me and support me. Love you all.  PROLOGUE. YEAR 1850. . . •T–––M–––V–––P–––L•  A man with a blonde man bun stood by the doorway, his mouth ajar, his hands clenching and unclenching as he watched a lifeless body laid vertically on the floor. The head of the body had been snapped, the left hand was missing, and blood stains were all around the room. It was the body of Camille Rosé — an ordinary girl and the man's lover.  Taking slow strides towards the already dead body, the man switched on the lamp in the

Present Day... •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of her short yellow dress for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. She frowned at her reflection, her unease growing as she studied her appearance. The dress, which had been a gift from her mother on her twenty-second birthday just two months ago, felt like a stranger on her body. It was one of those pieces that had stayed in the back of her closet, tags still attached, never worn—until now. She sighed heavily, her eyes trailing over the dress that left little to the imagination. Her cleavage was on full display, her long legs and thighs were exposed, and the fabric clung tightly to her every curve. It wasn't that the dress was unflattering—it was stunning, if she was being honest—but it was so far from her usual style that she felt like an imposter. Her mother, the former prom queen and ever the fashionista, had adored the dress. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had always been mor

CHAPTER FOUR. YEAR 1850... •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• A tall bulky man paced around in his Chambers – he was the Master vampire, known as Lord Edgar – he was aggravated, furious and bitter towards his son, Elbert. He couldn't believe that a mere human, a dirty slave was the one controlling his own son, the next Master vampire. The rumors were fueling the whole town, serving as a mockery and a stain upon the Edgar name. How could Elbert, next Master vampire, be so blinded by such a lowly creature? A human. A slave. The news had also reached the ears of the vampire elite. Just a week ago, Lord Edgar’s elder brother, the Lord of Wales, had traveled all the way to Svetyland to mock him, taunting him with a sinister smile about Elbert’s scandalous affair. That visit had been the final straw. Driven by the fear of disgrace, Lord Edgar had decided to rid his family of this stain. He sent one of his most trusted and ruthless vampires to annihilate her, only to hear the next day that Elbert had

CHAPTER SIX. (Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . . •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• Elizabeth was scared. She wasn't familiar with her environment and everyone around her looked really weird, especially the one that had reached out to grab her by her arms before leaving. Even weird, he'd called her ‘delectable’ like she was a meal ready to be devoured. “Leave us, Damien,” The Master Vampire — Elbert, said to his nephew. “I'd like to talk to her.” Damien moved away from Elizabeth front, turned to her and gave her a look of assurance before leaving the living room. Which left Elbert and Elizabeth all alone. Elbert sat back on his seat. His eyes couldn't leave Elizabeth and he studied all her movement through his sunshades. How she kept on hugging herself and how she so much resembled her… “Huh, who are you and what am I doing here?” Her voice was really calm and gentle, it also cracked a little. And the Master could tell she was scared. “Don't be scared,” The Master stood up and move

CHAPTER EIGHT. (Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• She wasn't raped; Elizabeth didn't know if she should believe what the stranger at her front had told her. Yet, she found herself contemplating. She only believed Gabriel had raped her because she wasn't wearing any panties, but she couldn't feel any soreness in her vagina. She couldn't feel any sort of penetration, so she knew the possibility of what the stranger was telling her could be true. However as she sat, she wondered how he was sure that she wasn't raped. “I will say this one more time,” The master said, snapping Elizabeth out of her thoughts. “You weren't raped, your pants were just taken.” Elizabeth coughed awkwardly on listening to what the stranger had said to her. She was flustered that he knew she wasn't wearing any panties, then she remembered that she was the one who had told him earlier. That aside, she knew she wasn't comfortable around him, and the way he acted strangely around