Vampires are a myth, but for Charlie Preston vampires are real. With the mysterious appearance of a man by the name of Maxwell Barnett, Charlie’s life changes in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, not for the better. Every vampire is assigned a bloodline and Charlie is about to learn that she’s Maxwell’s property. There’s no easy way of accepting that you were born to nourish a vampire. No easy way of accepting that he wants you to be his vampire bride. From seduction to murder, Charlie and Maxwell face many obstacles together and against each other, but what Charlie doesn’t know is that death is the only way to survive what’s coming.
View MoreMaxwellThe moment I arrive at Benjamin’s, along with everyone else, I want to rush to Charlie’s room, but I stop myself. I can keep myself in check just a bit longer.“Maxwell.” Stella’s voice purrs behind me. She loops her arm around mine. “Will you sit with me?”“No.” I shake her loose.“Oh, do you think it’ll make you look bad. Poor Charlie dead and you’ve already moved on.”I twist around to face her so fast that I catch a flinch flash across her face. “I’ve not moved on and if I ever were it wouldn’t be with you.” I look her up and down, eyes narrowed, “I don’t remember you being so miserably clingy or so stupid and naive, scrambling to pick up peieces of a life that no long exists.”I leave her standing there to search for my seat. Grace claimed she marked one for me right in front. It’s not exactly where I want to be, front and center to the council’s probing eyes, but once Charlie comes out, front and center will be exactly where I want to be.Benjamin does his theartics like
CharlieThree firm taps rap against the door. I’m starting to despise these knocks. “Charlie.” A familiar voice calls.I rush to that stupid wooden door as if it were a lifeline. “Grace.” Her name comes out on my exhale of breath.The excitement from her arrival is short lived. “It’s almost time.” She makes the briefest of eye contact with me before looking down the hall. Left then right and left again. “Slyvester will get you when the halls are clear.” Before she leaves she squeezes my arm. “We’ll see you soon.”It feels like eternity waiting for Slyvester to come get me. Are there that many people? Or do they not care for being on time? I remember those that showed up late to parties or clients that didn’t stick to the timeline. Would the council allow such a thing?The knocks that finally bang on the door are heavier than the others. I open it to reveal the doorman. He lingers in the hallway quietly waiting for me. “Follow me,” is all he says before retreating down the hall.I’m no
MaxwellToday’s the day. The day that all of this ends. The day that Charlie and I can put everything behind us and move forward. Revenge for revenge, victory to be won. I know better than anyone that Charlie won’t be able to grow as a vampire with Daisy still lurking about, with Duke still on his high horse.It ends today.Someone barges into the room once again. It only takes a second or two to figure out that it’s Grace. This time she doesn’t catch me in an awful situation. Instead of an awful situation, she catches me in an awful mood. All the hateful thoughts, all the ways I could kill Daisy float around inside my head. My decades of loathing that have piled up towards Duke. It brings out a viscous side of me. I don’t even lift my head to meet her stare.“We have a problem.” The panic in her voice sends a jolt through my body.“Charlie?” I leap from the couch, my killer mood intensifies. “What did he do?”“Benjamin did nothing more than he already did, but this is...about Duke.”
CharlieI would love to sit and wallow in the room all day until it was time to leave and a small part of me believes that I could. But as the rest of the day goes by and the sun sets, the longer I’m left alone the more my mind races. Why is he leaving me alone for so long? Benjamin didn’t seem like the type to give anyone space especially after making them extremely uncomfortable.Against my better judgment, I decide to leave the confines of the room. Sneaking around the halls of the house is an excitable danger that I shouldn’t dabble with. Danger wasn’t something to toy with, especially when that danger involved Benjamin.Every corner I turn I expect to run into him, his glare and slick words that will take this as some sort of enjoyability, an invitation to include me, socialize with me, which is the last thing I want. There’s a darkness in him and it resides in someone else, it’s the same darkness that Maxwell had in his past and little bits are still in him today. It makes me sh
MaxwellThe knock on the door is a lifeline that I didn’t know I needed. Just the thought of Charlie alone with Benjamin this long eats away at me. How many hours has it been? How many more are left?I immediately answer it thinking it’s Grace coming back to offer dinner or lunch or whatever meal it would be or to tell she’s going to see Charlie...maybe to tell she’s come back from seeing Charlie, but it’s not Grace. “Stella.”She leans against the doorframe, blocking the threshold, blocking the door from being slammed shut in her face. I knew this would happen, I was just naive enough to hope it wouldn’t.“Are you going to invite me in?” She asks as she pushes her way inside the room.“No. I’m not.”“That’s fine. I invited myself in. You’re obviously depressed and lethargic, so I’m here to take care of you. I knew full well that I wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. You should know full well that I wouldn’t be turned away.” She prances into the space as if she owns it. “The Maxwell
CharlieBeing alone here is like playing house with an enemy. If you’re not watching your every move, someone is. There is no safe place. Benjamin may appear to be on our side, my side, but he only does things to benefit himself. I wonder what benefit he’ll be getting from this.Hours go by with me pacing the floor after Maxwell leaves. Sitting down feels like defeat or compliance and I’m far from complying. What was Maxwell thinking? What were either of them thinking?I debate about sending meaningless texts to Maxwell, but what use would that be. He won’t be coming back. It gets darker and before I know it starts to gradually get lighter. The rising sun brings an ache to my bones, a restlessness that only Maxwell can get rid of.A knock lightly taps at the door snapping me out of my fog. “Charlie.” Benjamin calls from out in the hall.I stay silent for a second, but I reluctantly let him in in the end, because where else would I be besides trapped in the room he picked for me.“I wo
Charlie As the sun rises so do I. It takes a great deal of effort to get my restless limbs to calm down. Maxwell’s arm pins me down trapping me in bed with him keeping me close, but I need to walk, I need to stretch my limbs. Slipping out from underneath him is a hard task and I wake him in the process. “Where are you going?” He moans, his hand groping for me. “To do some work. Calm my mind, work my legs.” I reply before leaning over to place a kiss on his mouth. “There’s always work to do.” I tease as I leave him sprawled on the bed. Being on my feet helps rid me of my restlessness and by time I drop down onto my office chair I have a newfound energy. An energy that lasts hours. It isn’t hunger or stiff joints that get me out of my chair it’s the tiny little beep of a text message. Grace: see ya tomorrow what? I reply back. Maxwell didnt tell you? youre leaving tonight when she doesn’t receive a reply back as quickly as before she sends another one oops I don’t reply back, I g
Second half of Chapter One!Maxwell While Charlie’s at work, I find myself bored. A useless human emotion. I laugh at the thought. I can hear her now, ‘like a lost little puppy.’ The thought brings a smile to my face. And then an abrupt, way too loud ring that fills the room wipes it away. My phone lights up on the coffeetable. I can see Grace’s number on the screen. I answer it after the sixth ring. “What’s so important that it can't wait Grace?” “What are you doing that’s so important? I thought Charlie was going back to work today?” “Nothing, she is at work, but I’m starting to despise your call, because you never seem to have anything good to say.” “That hurts, really...and it’s true.” She says thoughtfully, “because” she draws out the word and takes an extremely lengthy pause, “there’s a change in plans.” “How big of a change?” Was this really necessary? What the hell is going over there? Silence. “Grace.” I shout at her. The words quickly tumble from her mouth and at firs
Chapter One, Part One:CharlieIt’s been three weeks since Maxwell has let me leave the house. It’s been three weeks of trying to act normal. That odd, bizarre feeling of not feeling hungry, quicker reflexes, the inability to feel warm or cold. It’s still unbearable. Even in a room packed with people I still feel...different.Weaving through strangers whose heartbeats I can hear, feel the heat from their bodies and smell every single scent in the large open room. It takes nearly all my energy to come to stand beside Morgan. “I’m here.” I pant. She squeals with joy before throwing herself at me. “Out into the world at last. How’s Maxwell holding up? Like a lost super cute puppy?” I struggle to keep a smirk off my face, but I lose and it only gets wider and wider. He is lost. “He’s fine. Bored, but fine.” I lie. The couple of honor dance in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, friends and family surrounding them. Their slightly wrinkled skin and salt and pepper hair show their age
MaxwellMy thoughts have been occupied with one object for many years now. Nothing can hinder the daydreams, and nothing can stop the nightmares that plague me on a daily basis. It feels as if I’m in the deepest depths of Hell, enduring indescribable agony, but I’ll endure whatever Hell brings my way to get what I want—what I need.It’s been over a year that I finally found what I was searching for. Over a year since I began watching Charlie Preston. After all this time, I still can’t confront her. As if her rejection is an option. Her acceptance of who I am…what I am, determines my survival and what I am isn’t easy to digest.Just the sound of her name makes my bloodless heart beat, and tricks my dead lungs into breathing. She’s all I can think about, and my willpower is fading fast. Even the thought of her soft, tan skin causes my hands to shake with the overwhelming need to touch her.Tonight is like any other night; I crouch in the shadows that gather around her house, becoming in
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