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My blood is yours

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My brother Elliott layed on the hospital bed unconscious. He looked peaceful like he was sleeping. His face looked pale. His cheeks looked hallow, followed by his dry lips it made him look like he had a foot in the grave.He was attacked by a vampire. He has been in a coma for a month now. He was working as a bodyguard in the most popular nightclub The Circle. Not just anyone was allowed inside. Many influential and powerful beings would be allowed. Even to be employed you had to be "special " in some way. It was to keep the clients entertained or so that was the rumor. My brother never mentioned anything about his work. He only said the pay was good. The only thing I knew was that the vampire who attacked my brother let him live....Why?? why would a vampire let his prey live?.. Vampires were at the very top of the chain. They reign over Asteria our country. As I was deep in thought the doctor's voice brought me back to my senses. " ...his condition is still the same. He lost alot of blood. When he wakes up, he will be very weak. It is just a matter of time Ria your brother will wake up." "Thank you doctor." ...Brother when will you open your eyes... As I walked out of the hospital I took the train back our apartment. I never had to worry my brother provided for the both of us since our parents died ten years ago. Now I had to ensure he can stay in the hospital to be watched over in case he wakes up.I felt a needle prick my heart. I missed him so much. My heart felt heavy. Soon I could feel something warm on my cheeks. I hate crying. Swallowing my sorrow. "You dont have time for this!" It was mid-October, night was approaching. I arrived home trying to eat anything I start my new job at The Circle. I scrutinized my body in the mirror. I have beautiful green cat shaped eyes, wavy black hair that cascades down to my waist, rosey heart shaped lips. Hourglass figure and plump in all the right places. My skinpale and flawless. Im twenty this year. I know I am a beauty. I want to find the vampire who has caused me so much pain and destroy him.

Chapter 1Rita Rain

"Hey you new girl!" "VIP NOW!" Tonight I unleashed my Rita Rain persona. Short green hair wig with an edgy cut. All black leather shirt with a zipper that held it all in place. The smallest leather skirt. Neon green stockings wrapped my legs beautifully. With the contrast of combat boots the edgy and sexy look was a total knock out to anyone around me. I could feel my confidence soar. Today is my first night working at The Circle. Everyone here is beautiful but I definitely give them insecurities. I can see blood servants offering blood to the vampires.While also trying to block their masters view from me. Hehe it is so amuzing. "Don't get ahead of yourself and behave we have a very special guest and he asked for you DO NOT offend him" said manager Zhi to me. "Yes I understand Mr. Zhi" I responded. "Who is the big boss?" I asked " He is Master Ezra".."WHAT!?" I almost tripped and lost my confidence in an instant. Who didn't know Ezra Vlancur he was the first son of the buisness tycoon Doran Vlancur. They are also part of the three great families in Asteria which are Vlancur, Santoni, and Cruel families. All original vampire families. He is known for being cold,ruthless and bad temper. "He will kill me I can't go" I pleaded to manager Zhi. " Listen, what was your name again? Well doesn't matter. The moment you asked for a job I told you The Circle is known for hosting top elites and we serve them to their every whim. It's your fault for standing out too much on your first day. If you please him he can patron you. Your beauty is what got you the job. Now go and remember to use your charm!" I curse myself for being so beautiful!!!

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