The Dark Heroine: Dinner With A Vampire
Book 1 of the Dark Heroine Series
Please note: This is a twenty chapter sample of Dinner With A Vampire (formally known as Dinner With A Vampire. Did I Mention I'm Vegetarian?, hence the chapter titles). It is completely unedited, and considering I began writing it aged fifteen, the grammar, spelling, punctuation, pace and plot can all be a little out. Be forgiving of my young teenage self.
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Copyright © 2010 Abigail Gibbs
Trafalgar Square is probably not the best place to stand at one o'clock in the morning. In fact, it is probably not the best place to be if you are totally alone.
My name is Violet Lee, and I was standing in the shadow of Nelson's Column, Trafalgar Square, London, shivering as the supposed warm air of July blew through the square. I shuddered, pulling my coat tightly around myself, seriously regretting my choice of wardrobe - a short, skimpy black dress.
The sacrifices I made for a good night out.
I glanced about anxiously, scanning the empty streets for any sign of my friends. So much for getting a 'late night snack'. The sushi bar was only a two-minute walk away, yet twenty minutes had passed. I rolled my eyes; no doubt they were in some guy's pants by now.
Good for them. I mean, it's not as though they had to worry about little old Violet.
I walked over towards the benches, sheltered by the sparse, and tonight, gloomy canopy of trees. Being seventeen-almost-eighteen was great, until your friends ditched you. I sighed as I took a seat, bitterly regretting the decision to wait behind.
Taking one last glance around the square, I pulled out my mobile, hitting speed dial. It continued to ring until eventually, the answer phone cut in.
"Hi, this is Ruby. I can't answer right now, so leave a message after the tone. Lovage!"
I groaned, frustrated as the tone beeped.
"Ruby, where the hell are you?! If you're with that guy, I swear I'll kill you! It's bloody freezing out here! Soon as you get this, call back!"
I ended the call, slipping the phone back into the inside pocket of my coat, knowing that she would probably never get the message.
Rubbing my hands together and drawing my knees up to my chest in a bid to keep warm, I debated whether I should just get a cab home. But if Ruby did turn up, I'd be in trouble.
Resigning myself to a long wait, I gently laid my head on my knees in the quiet, lazily watching the orange haze that coated the city of London - my hometown.