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looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and the lines of his face smooth but frightening, beneath his ultra dreaminess he was a killer. I knew it to my core."My name is London not Princess. You want to be friends learn my name."
                  His voice took on an edge that made me shiver. "I’m not your friend and everything you think about me is true so don’t be stupid."
                  Like that he became my enemy. He didn’t care about my fear or the shock that came from knowing Daddy dearest wanted me dead. Knowing he could hear my thoughts I refused to be taken without a fight, let alone told to watch my step out of fear. I raised myself and I did not raise a pussy. I looked at the back of his head and spoke through my mind. You are a fiend from hell and I refuse to do business with the devil, smite me mother fucker I don’t care.
                  The last thing I saw was him fly from the driver’s seat, completely disregarding the fact that the car was now driving itself. His eyes were dark and his fangs out and on display. He raised his hand, palm out to face me and a force of energy slammed me so hard, it was the KO all MMA fighters dream about. My eyes closed on their own accord and my body followed, but my mind fought hard but inevitably lost the battle because I lost all memory for the next three days.
    *
     
     
    Cacius
     
     
                  Fuck, I really put her out was my first thought then relief was my second. The longer she was out the more time I had to think about what to do next. We had made it with record timing to Preacher in Albuquerque but the minute Preacher saw how heavily I knocked her out I got a look of disapproval. "Did you have to put her in a coma?" He asked his accent thick only added to his sarcasm. But what disturbed me the most was the distant tune from an old Rusted root album singing 'Send me on my way'.
 
                  Fucking Preacher .
     
                  "She pissed me off." Was all I said back, it was the truth and he should have expected no less of me. It’s not like I hit her I just mentally knocked her out....for three days but nobody's counting.
     
     
                  "Well we lost a night on you getting here, but another on her sleeping beauty performance. Wake er' arse up!" Now Preacher and I were a team and as far as friends went I was glad to have one but right now he was pissing me off. If Vampires could have headaches I would have one.
     
                  I looked around the room and wanted to laugh at him because I was with this pain in the ass for a total of ten minutes awake in the van and had to put her out. I couldn’t wait till she pissed Preacher off. "Fine but be prepared, she’s a fucking peach." I walked over to London and leaned down cupping her cheek in my palm. A blast of lust filled heat hit me when I felt her smooth skin, warm and inviting and my fangs popped on instinct. I forced her awake with my touch and stepped back leaving the room immediately. Let Preacher deal with this, I was either gonna bite her or mark her both would make her mine and god damit I didn’t want her!
     
                  I swear I didn't.
     
                  Really.
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    London
     
     
                  I came to, my wary eyes scared to open in fear that the previous events were a dream, but the warm tingling feeling on my cheek told me I wasn’t so lucky. Turns out it was worse. Instead of my original sinful lusty captor I was with someone new, someone just as beautiful with thick long blonde hair full of kinky curls and blue eyes and he smelled like sage and some real sticky icky. Praying he wasn’t a Vampire I tried to speak but he had read my thoughts.
     
                  " Tis what I am love, sorry bout' that." He stepped forward and reached his hand out in greeting, a gentleman at least. "Names Mac