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This story has been literally plagueing my mind. Here's a sneak peak, hope you enjoy :)

Prologue

Dominic sat casually on a chair that had his gaze on all exits from the room and the Vampire and his two servants that stood behind his chair. 

The vampire was pale and his face sharp. Jaw-line defined and cheekbones prominent. Like most vampires he had an ethereal beauty that wove around his body like second skin. Though Dominic didn’t view men sexually, it didn’t pass his notice that the vampire was good-looking like most. His Blond hair was long and hung past his shoulders and eyes so blue that any could get lost in it -and those in his line of work, that would be very bad. Controlling a human’s mind was how they fed easily for willing blood givers. Dominic had special contacts that protected you from a vampire’s glamour –thank God for the Fays. Mind-fucking was not in his agenda tonight.

Like their master wearing a suit with shiny black shoes, which Dominic knew that costs three times more than his entire attire put together, his servants wore suits as well. Calm was the word he’d put it to describe the servants. No emotion splayed on their faces for him to analyse. Though, he didn’t think for one second that if he drew his weapon they’d instantly defend their master. Servants were fiercely loyal to their masters, be it by choice or by force. In fact, A servant who betrays their master or mistress would have the council on their ass and it wouldn’t be pretty. Vampires were good at holding grudges and since they have long-ass lifespan, their grudge goes on for centuries –literally. By their stance, they were on guard and by the bulk in certain places –they were heavily armed, just like him. 

‘I contacted you for a job I need to be done and I learned that you were the best, is that not?’ The vampire spoke. His voice oh-so smooth was annoying because he didn’t need any more powers coming from him. some say Balthazar had a voice of a siren that compelled anyone of his desire. He was one of the council. Of course his power would be as close to limitless. That didn’t help with the situation at all. Business with a vampire was always a tricky sort –you never can trust them. Monsters through and through –though, by the blood that stained his hands he was a monster too, a different sort of monster.  You had to tread carefully when business with them occurred. You never know when they’ll flip his switch and drain him dry. 

Dominic shrugged in answer but remained silent. Best or not, another will always come along and kill your ass. He wasn’t a modest man and acknowledged he possessed a very specific set of skills that made him damn bloody good but things change all to quickly for him to know that being ‘famous’ in what you do can bite you in the ass. Besides, he wasn’t here to talk about his skill set but business. 

‘It’s bad manners to not speak when spoken too.’ His voice arrogant and so typical vampire-like. 

Dominic didn’t bother to comment. Maybe it was bad manners but he searched for him –want something from him, not the other way round. Dominic did, however, raised an eyebrow at inquiry in remark.

The vampire laughed. With manicured hands pointing at him, the Vampire shook his head all the while laughing. 

‘You have spunk human, I give you that.’ The laughter stopped as quickly as it came. ‘But don’t push your luck with me. I can still rip you from limb to limb.’

‘You searched for me. Not the other way round. State what you want and I’ll give you my price.’

The vampire stilled and it was the first flash of pure predator Dominic saw. Vampires weren’t kind or misunderstood in stories or movies but predators and Dominic knew very much that he was the prey but that didn’t mean he was weaker, at least not without weapons.

‘You may be good but you can be easily replaced and dismembered if I will it.’

Dominic inclined his head in acknowledge. ‘That is not my intention but we have business. How can I help you?’ Dominic spoke in a calm voice that he made sure didn’t waver.

‘Farrah and I have a history but her usefulness has ceased. Get it done and make it quickly.’

Farrah was a Mistress Vampire. Dominic felt queasy and the pull of the prestigious Farrah. A quick moment, perhaps, but a memory that burned through his mind. What seemed like minutes felt like hours and he knew he should stay away from her but this was his job and Farrah was the assignment -like any other assignments he followed through.

Dominic nodded slightly to the vampire.

"Let's talk about prices." Dominic said finally.

Chapter 1

The dead vampire’s eyes bore lifeless to him. Dominic stared at the male. Pale, high cheek-boned and red rusty hair. He wasn’t a young vampire by far but he wasn’t smart either. You’d think all these centuries he would be a genius but he let the sense of superiority over humans become his weakness and there Dominic was, carrying out a sentence by a human client. Stupid really. 

However, the thought didn’t take away the knot in his stomach, the vile seeping through his blood like poison. This killing felt wrong but who was he to justify what was right or wrong. He was in all shades of grey. Drowning in it, actually. Dominic tried to shut it off but the splinters grew bigger within his head, heart and fucking soul. Hell he wasn’t even this sappy but he couldn’t shake it off.  

Dominic shut his eyes and straightened himself as he let the body fall to the ground. Inhaling and exhaling. Slow and easy. The urges became stronger, more uncontrollable and unpredictable. Dominic knew he was spiralling out of control slowly and the self control he prided himself on would shatter and soon his vision would only be a blur of red haze. 

‘Killing vampires without a sanctioned kill is against the law, Hunter.’ A feminine voice twirled around his senses that her voice itself had the power to taste like ambrosia and he would willingly taste the sweetness she poured onto him. 

Gathering himself together, he kept his back to her. ‘I’m no vampire hunter.’

‘Do not assume what you do not know, Hunter.’ The power behind her words held him at attention. Locked and caged around his body, he couldn’t help his fists curling inwards towards his palms. 

That was when he felt her. Heat seeped from her to him which was impossible. She was a vampire, he was sure of it. She grazed her hand over his back and with, what he felt, little effort she tore the blood-stained shirt away from his body. As if the piece of cloth offended her. Dominic felt the tips of, what’s got to be, claw nails caressing his back. Nice and slow. The tips of her long nails razor sharp held bite in her caress. If he could describe it better, it was more like petting. Like a prized statue to touch in admiration, to feel its beauty as well as seeing it. Dominic trembled. He was losing control. Something out of her touch made him want to fight back. Rebel. Throw her off him and beat her but not kill her. That confused him. Why would he give a fuck about her wellbeing? 

The silence wasn’t awkward but it held power and danger. Something Dominic was unwillingly okay with. 

‘I did not mean vampire hunter, Hunter. I meant hunter. One who seeks, hunts, his prey. Only by your hand is the prey executed but you’re a wounded hunter.’ That was when those pointed nails dug pass his skin and he felt blood drip down his back. He didn’t wince but felt the tingling bite of pain. ‘As a wounded hunter, you’re careless. Though I do not think you care. Not for your wellbeing. I say you’re willing to die. Waiting for someone that surpasses you so you can give up. Give in. That is the only way you know how because that is you. You do not give up so willingly, it is not in your nature.’

She continued to stroke him. Dominic didn’t understand or make sense of it. He concentrated on her nails trailing the scar battles embedded in ugly lines on his back that trailed down past the waistband of his jeans. 

‘I don’t understand.’ Dominic said and even then he  sounded strained. Weak. Pathetic. 

Dominic’s eyes raised in resolve. That wasn’t him. He wasn’t weak nor was he pathetic. He wasn’t about to let a woman defeat him with only her words. Hell no. 

The moment his eyes landed on her face, he stood dumbfounded. Her face round and skin was as if honey glazed over her skin effortlessly and was able to shine even in a dark alley. Dominic was about to see it. Her long, long hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail and fell all the way down to her back. It was smooth, shiny and not quite black but, in fact, with brown tints. He noticed them. Her face was a master piece. Cheek-bones defined and those piercing brown eyes staring straight at him without flinching or fear. God, her lips were like the Goddess itself took personal care on how those lips were created. The curve, the fullness and the ample slight dip at the top of her lip –shaping those lips perfectly. They were in a deep plum colour lipstick that shined.  

Couldn’t help himself but trail down, Dominic saw she wore a pure white suit in contrast with her honey skin. The blazer was double breasted and the material shaped the perfect curve of her small breasts perfectly. She wore no shirt beneath nor did she wear a bra. The line in-between her breast were clear to see  -all held together by on gold button with a lion insignia. Her pantsuit went straight down, barely kissing the floor. Though it didn’t form a close shape of her legs, the strength in her stance alone told him the toned thigh she owned. He imagined for them to be pencilled but the muscles noticeable that showed undeniable power and strength. Those hands

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