I'm a Vampire...(No Title Yet) - Completed

I'm a Vampire. He's a Vampire Hunter. So Why Do I Feel This Way About Him? (14)

"She killed herself. See this needle mark right here?" I pointed to it and looked at Braedon who looked startled at what I had just said. "She injected herself, with the help of our killer." I continued to look at her body, wondering why she would want to end it so quickly. She was too young.

A white square caught my eye, a piece of paper was in her jeans pocket. I scrunched my eyes in confusion and pulled it out. It was folded into a square, and as I unfolded it, it made a loud noise compared to the silence I had created by my words.

ANNA LYNNE ROSE. ELIZABETH ROSE PARKER. ROSEMARY.

SEE A PATTERN HERE, ROSE?

I immediately shut the note and closed my eyes, my breathing had picked up a little. It was a hit list. I was next.

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I never showed the note to anyone else. I thought it would be best if I kept it to myself. Besides, people had tried to kill me over the years. They never succeeded, why would this time be different?

I had gotten home about a half an hour ago, and the note was still tucked safely into my pocket. Braedon had tried to get me to show him what the piece of paper was, but I didn't let him see it.

I told him it was something that I had dropped out of my pockets, but I doubt he believed me. He was smarter than he looked.

Sunrise was in two hours, so I had time to kill. I thought about going to the gym again, but I decided not to. I didn't feel like acting like everything was normal. I wanted to find out who the killer was. Now.

I kind of felt responsible for the murders, because in their name they had Rose somewhere in there. I should have noticed it earlier.

But why had they turned Anna?

My mind was racing with unanswered questions. I needed answers. I may be eight-hundred, but I'm not that patient.

The doorbell made my head turn towards the door. Who would be at my house at this time of night? I tried to listen for a heartbeat, but found none. It must be another vampire.

Amarande?

I walked towards the door, not bothering to look out before I opened it. On my steps stood my creator, his bodyguards in tow. His leather jacket was the only visible thing due to the porch light which wasn't on. I could barely see him, but it was him.

"Amarande. What brings you back to the neighborhood? Did you catch the murderer?" I asked, making sure my voice didn't sound too anxious to know if he had.

"No, but I would like to talk to you." he said and I gestured for him to come inside. He stepped in, waving towards his guards to back off. They did.

"Come, sit wherever." I said and sat down on the living room couch. Amarande had just fed, I could tell by the rosy cheeks and the red lips.

A brief thought came to mind that maybe he could be the killer. But I erased it right away. There was no way.

"I need to talk to you about the murder tonight. The one a couple of days ago, also. You are aware that both of the girls had Rose in their names?" he asked. I swallowed dryly.

I could feel his eyes assessing me as I thought of a way to answer. The power in the room was obvious, and I was fairly certain that he would be able to detect a lie.

It felt like hours before I answered, but it was actually only about two seconds.

"Yes, I am. Coincidence?" I asked, and he thought about it, his perfect eyebrows lifting in confusion, his black eyes looking more shadowed than usual.