Bleeding Royalty (Revamped)

Chapter 1: Anonymous Guy Wants the V

       Dedicated to my sister. She made the cover for this. ;)

        Hey guys! I am SO excited to post this! (Some of you are hopefully Bleeding Royalty fans!)

        Please read this to avoid confusion! 

        This book is NOT associated with the original Bleeding Royalty on my profile. You do not have to read Bleeding Royalty in order to read this book. I wrote BR when I was 14, and I physically can't complete that story because of the lack of plot and the incredible amount of grammatical errors. That being said, I didn't want to abandon the BR fans, and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Valentine. He's my second favorite male character to write for, besides Death (baby). There will be similar scenes and the characters will have almost identical personalities. (I changed Cassie's name to Violet.) This is the story that Bleeding Royalty SHOULD have been, but wasn't.

        I promise you will love it, whether you are a new reader or a old reader! 

         xx :))))))

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        "The vampire's name is Frank Weiner," I said, placing the cell phone down and pulling my thick, unruly and curly brown hair up into a pony tail and fixing my glasses. "According to the client, he has a thing for book worms."

        "Obviously a fake name," Anna laughed out, flipping through a magazine on my bed. "So, are you seriously taking me on this one? Like, do I get to see you do your thaaaang? Or are you just going to make me wait in the car and listen to your classical music playlist again?" She flipped the page of her magazine, narrowing her eyes at me over the top of the page. "It's no wonder the vampires never come to the car. Your taste of music alone repels them..."

        "Hey, it's soothing music!" I leaned into my mirror and carefully applied my bright red lipstick. "And I'm still thinking about bringing you along again..."

            "You did promise you would take me this time, you know," she reminded me, motioning to her boobs, then motioning to me. "You owe me. The amount of times I jabbed myself with a needle for you should be a crime. I bled for you! I can't feel my thumb anymore, because of you!"

            The day my best friend (and sidekick), Anna Blake, took my five gorgeous black lace bras and somehow managed to attach a hidden stake holder to each of them, was the day I promised to finally take her on one of my missions. Anne was really into fashion design, and man, had her needle and thread talents come in good use. Nobody in my business could hide a stake in their bra, but now I could. Which meant I had one more place I could have a stake hidden and ready, as small as thin as it would have to be.

            Plus, what was sexier than a freaking stake holder bra?

            Nothing, that's what.

            "Besides, you've taught me how to stake a vampire," Anna continued, sitting up on her bed, "and I've been going to your Mixed Martial Arts classes for a year."

            "I've been taking MMA classes since I could walk, Anna, and I still have susceptible spots in a fight. Plus, I haven't seen you stake a dummy in the heart once. You always close your eyes before you stake. Bad."

"Even with my eyes closed, I still hit them where it counts!" She punched the air twice, jumping light on her feet like a boxer. "Yah! Yah!"

I burst out laughing. "Staking them in the penis won't help you with a vampire. Sure, they'll be stunned, but they'll heal quickly, especially if they've an older vampire, and--"

"Yeah, yeah, and they'll eat my face off if they get the chance. I get it! I get this talk all the time from you." Anna sat up on my bed and puckered out her lip. "But Violet, please? Please, just this once?"

I opened the top drawer of my dresser and took out my mother's stake, sliding my fingers along the engraved family crest. "Anna, no. It's too dangerous. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got hurt."

"Pretty please?"

"Fine, you can come--"

"I call dibs on the yellow stake--!"

"--but you have to stay in the car!" I finished.

Anna was already at my closet, her hand frozen on knob. "Oh, come on! I made you bras, dude! Those are some sick bras!"

"They are," I agreed, patting my chest and grinning. Suddenly, my smile fell and I handed her my phone. "There's a specific reason why I really don't want you coming on this one. Read the text from the client. I know you won't like it."

Frank Weiner. Newborn. Address will be attached to your private email. 5k, plus a nice tip, if you keep it clean. He's into book worms, so I hope you can read, hunter. -V

"They're anonymous," I said, "and kind of mean, too. Either that, or they were joking..."

"V?" Anna asked. She had obviously read the message twice, her eyebrows shooting up past her blonde hair. "Just 'V'? You're right, I don't like this. Did you ask them who recommended you?"

"Yes, but they never responded." I adjusted my corset. "But they've offered me five-thousand dollars, plus a tip, and five-thousand alone is a hell of a lot of money." I sprayed some perfume on my neck, then slipped a bottle of holy water into my leather pants.

"What do you think the 'V' stands for? Your V? Oh my god, he wants your V-card!"

I gave her my famous blank stare. "It's probably an initial of their first or last name, or maybe their business." I shrugged. "Probably just another boyfriend who caught his ex cheating with a blood sucker. But still, this better not be another set up." I touched the back of my neck, where I had an unnerving prickling sensation. "And I've been getting one of my 'feelings'..."

"Wait...your feeling, feeling. Or your feeling, feeling, feeling? Because one time you got a feeling, feeling, and it ended up just being a fart."

I stared at her blankly. "Anna, that was you..."

"Oh... Well crap, Violet." Anna's sullen expression quickly brightened. "You're really getting one of your legit freaking 'feelings'!" She jumped up and down in front of me, doing a little dance. "Now, I totally have to go! This is going to be so rad! Happy Valentine's Day, to us!"