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Vampire in Denial

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PLEASE NOTE - BOOK 4 IS NOW BEING POSTED. IT'S CALLED VAMPIRE IN DECEIT. Books 1, 2, and3 are already up. Now onto the start of book 1...

 

Being part vampire played havoc on her love life.

Tessa didn't need her dates for their blood. In fact, she had this thing against young male blood. Horrible tasting stuff.

Not that she'd tell them that. At least not on first meet.

And she rarely got a second. Maybe it was a lack of self-confidence like her girlfriends said. Or maybe she was too shy. It didn't really matter. Her life sucked. She winced. Or maybe she did.

Tessa checked out her black-tipped nails. Maybe she should change the color. Black did go with everything, just not necessarily with the new look she was trying out. The one that might make Jared notice her. She shrugged. Her venture into red nail polish hadn't worked out so well, either. People had actually cringed when they saw her hands, even with her extendable nails retracted.

She studied the long, sharp points. So maybe the red had made them look a little like blood dripped from them.

She sighed and slouched lower on her bed, plumping the pillows under her head. She adored red. And black. But those were vampire colors. And she wasn't doing those anymore.

Her world didn't exactly overflow with potential dates. Not with her family hovering protectively behind her. Even worse, her two older brothers insisted on escorting her to various school parties and events. Shudder. Like how humiliating was that? Snide comments whispered at the last party still whirled through her head.

'What's wrong with her?'

'There has to be some loser out there who'd bring her. God, how pathetic.'

'Her brothers? Again?'

The mad titter of gossiping females always followed. Worse were the worried glances and whispered comments from her well-meaning family, particularly her mother, who trotted out one question almost daily.

'Why can't you be happy with who you are?'

It was hard to be happy when you were a genetic oddity. A primitive. A throwback. A weirdo – not fully one of them.

Why was she part-vampire in a family of vampires? The odd one in her ancient lineage, an anomaly in the genes that showed up every few generations. Yay for her.

"Tessa? Come down here, please," her mother called.

Now what? Her mom never called her down to offer a mother-daughterday out or to give Tessa money for clothes. It was more likely that her mom needed a hand, or wanted Tessa to do chores. What was with her parents, anyway?

"Tessa?"

"I'm here," she called as she walked out of her bedroom. Entering the kitchen, her father, two brothers and Cody slouched at the table, sucking back blood smoothies and coffee. She groaned at the collection of strong dominant males that stared at her.

So what else was new?

Tessa cringed. She didn't have the same thirst for blood as the rest of her family. Different from them, and feeling like she didn't belong, Tess now took every chance she could to be different.

Dead silence greeted her arrival.

"Tessa, what have you done to your hair?" The words exploded from her mother and were echoed by the shocked looks from the rest of her family.

"Oh." Instinctively Tessa touched the top of her head. "I wanted a change."

"A change? That's not a change, that's…that's…" Her mother couldn't find the right word.

"Bizarre?" Seth suggested.

"Cool."

She smiled at David, the youngest of her two brothers. At eighteen he was only a year and a half older than her. They were close. He understood what she was going through, having struggled with his own issues a few years ago. If anyone could relate to her need to be different from her family, he did.

Her mother stood in front of Tessa, her hand touching Tessa's pure white locks. Horror rippled across her mom's features as tears threatened to fall. "Your beautiful hair."

Tessa watched her warily. She hadn't expected this strong reaction. "The hair is still there, Mom. It's just white instead of black, that's all."

"You're a vampire. One of the ancient ones. We're proud of our family’s dark hair."

"No, you're a vampire. I'm only part." Nobody understood how she felt. "You're proud of your dark hair, and I…well, let's just say I was ready for something different."

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