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Dark Desire
I had to admit, the notion of revenge where Leah was concerned was tempting. I’d healed her in a matter of minutes. Something that would likely have taken her weeks to accomplish otherwise, but it had been pain beyond imagining for both of us. Still, you’d think she’d be a little grateful, but no such luck. She seemed to hate me more now than ever. I think it had less to do with the agony that I accidentally inflicted on her than the fact that I was a vampire that irritated her so much. Never mind that she was going to be my step-sister in a few months time. That news certainly hadn’t made her any happier than it had made me. Don’t get me wrong, I love that my dad and Sue were getting married and that Seth was going to be my brother, but can you imagine Christmas dinners with the humans, werewolves, and vampires. It would definitely be something to see.
“I’d rather hook him up with Jessica or Lauren. It would be a lot less cruel,” I snickered.
“Ugh! Do you really want to spend the rest of your existence with Lauren as a vamp. The few years in high school were bad enough, now just imagine four hundred years listening to Lauren’s scathing remarks,” Alice spoke in mock horror. “Now, are you going to clue him in on your evil scheme or just zap the poor man?”
I laughed. “I dunno. What do you think? I don’t think he’ll be all that cooperative otherwise,” I added
Originally titled Vampires, Werewolves, and Baseball-Oh my!
(Demetri POV)
The door rattling off its hinges startled me out of my reverie. On the bed was her picture that I had sketched and an old photograph that showed her in all her glory-her mahogany hair gleaming as the sunlight struck it turning each strand different shades of red and her violet eyes-beguiling. She always wore her contacts when she went out in public, never mind that violet was no more normal than the vivid red that they truly were.
“What?” I yelled gruffly, my voice thick with grief-with unshed tears that could never form, but inside I was weeping. The pain as raw today as it two weeks ago when I clutched her decapitated head in my hands, and looked in horror as her body was consumed by the fire.


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