Chapter 1: Dreams
Bodies touching, smiles and giggly moans escape Sora Benton’s lips; her lover is someone dark, someone menacing, and someone that should only be in horror movies. In this dream she feels his lips touch her's, the long length between his legs pounds, into her left thigh, like the heart beat coming from her chest. He looks at her with topaz eyes, he smiles, the tips of his fangs slightly showing, he then lets out a purr of satisfaction. When he bends down to kiss her again, it is not on the lips, it is on the neck: one, two, three, he bites.
Sora Benton wakes up, a cold sweat runs down her face but the hot mess was all around the inside of her thighs, she goes to touch her neck and soon finds out that it was only a dream.


On his way through an alley in the heart of Downtown Boise, Idaho, Bret Jameson, decides to find the woman who haunts his dreams every night. As a guard for the Lost Society, Bret is 225 years old and has been dreaming of the ash blonde beauty for 20 years now. Her lilac eyes always seem to haunt him, along with her sent of fresh cut grass; but it was her taste that got to him, she tasted just like that of a freshly made pie. When Bret arrived at his post he saw that the gate was open, and he drew his sword from its sheath.

"Well, well, well...Bret my old friend," Bret whirled around in attack mode only to notice who was speaking to him. Who wouldn’t notice her? Hellenna was gorgeous, perfect, and deadly, and Bret’s old lover. Bret was 25 years old when Hellenna found him, dying slowly from pneumonia, and changed him into what he is now,
“Hellenna, nice to see you.” Said Bret, putting his sword back into its, sheathe. Hellenna laughed out loud.
“Oh Bret, we both know how intriguingly annoying I am to you.” Bret glared at her, as she continued laughing. He did think she was a pain in his ass. When Hellenna stopped laughing, she looked at him smiling, “so I hear that you have someone new that you find interesting.” Bret sneered at her.
“And your point?” he said. Hellenna growled in jealousy. As Bret, laughed at her reaction, her eyes turned a deeper red then they already were.
“Tell me who she is! I demand it of you!” Said Hellenna through gritted teeth; Bret, again laughed at his ex, he forgot how fun it was to piss her off. Hellenna growled one last time, and Bret looked at her.
“Look Hellenna, I don’t know who she is, so just back the fuck off!” Said Bret, he looked at Hellenna’s shocked face. Bret turned around in order to take his post when he heard…
“But you DO know that she is a human, right?” Hellenna had the sound of curiosity with a hint of hunger in her voice. Bret immediately unsheathed his sword and lunged; Hellenna was already on top of him knocking the sword away from him. Bret growled, snarled, and let out an interesting odor. Hellenna let him go.
“NO!” she growled.  “You son of a bitch, you’ve already fed and left your mark on her! She’s a flippin’ human!” Hellenna was soon scratching at him and tearing his close off. That was when Bret’s partner and best friend appeared. Paul Shillings is 200 years older than Bret, but is still in his 15 year old body. Paul grabbed Hellenna, shackled her with the gold shackles that were the only thing that could keep Vampires from moving, or, in this case escaping. Paul looked at his friend, and Bret looked up at him. Bret nodded at Paul to take Hellenna away. Paul smirked at him, and whistled the tune that made the gates open. Bret stood up, and they went through the gates together. Hellenna was kicking and screaming the whole time. But everyone knew who she was; the rogue vampire princess.


Sora Benton woke up to the sound of her “alarm” going off. She looked down at the little ten month old chihuahua and smiled.
“Okay Hula, I’m up.” Said Sora; she pulled on some sweat pants put her hair up in a ponytail, and threw on her jogging sweat shirt. When she walked to get the leash, Hula was jumping on to her leg. She smiled, hooked the pink leash to the pink “diamond” studded collar, grabbed her house key, opened the door and began taking Hula for her usual morning potty walk. Looking around her apartment complex, she sighed. For 2 years now she has lived in the Carriage Crossing apartment building, number 109, now she wanted something new to happen in her life. Sora then chuckled to herself. “Yeah like that will happen,” she said. Hula did her business. Then they walked back to their home. Sora got in the shower after feeding Hula and popping a couple toaster waffles into the toaster. While washing her hair, Sora began to think of her dream, the man with topaz eyes seemed to good to be true. It was like she was on another planet with him. But who was she kidding he couldn’t be real, he was a vampire and they don’t exist, except for in a Stephen King film. Sora turned the water off, threw a towel on her head, and rapped her bathrobe around her body. Walking out of the bathroom, she walked into the kitchen, grabbed her waffles, and then made her way to the bedroom. She picked out a light baby pink ruffled shirt, a pair of black slacks, and a suit jacket. She was just about to take her bathrobe off, when there was a knock at the door. Confused, she put her bathrobe back on, and walked out, and looked through the peep hole in her door. It was her ride to work, James Partridge, a nice looking guy, single and totally attracted to Sora, but she wasn’t attracted at all to him. “James you’re early, I’m not dressed.” She said to James through a closed door.  He nodded his head in front of the peep hole, and yelled at her.
“Okay, well I will give you some time. The car is down in the parking lot.”
“Okay, thanks James.” Sora said; she walked back to the bedroom got her clothes on and put her hair up in a ponytail. As she walked out her door, she whistled for Hula to get into the doggy carrier bag. Hula lunged for the bag, tail wagging very happily. Sora locked her door, and walked towards the car where James was sitting reading one of his creepy cult books. Sora knocked on the passenger side window. James jumped so high he hit his head on the car ceiling.
“Jesus Sora! Never sneak up on me like that.” Said James, rubbing his head swearing a little, Sora giggled and Hula barked. “So, have you thought about Nikes proposal?” James said as Sora got into the back of the SUV.
“Yeah, I just can’t see myself modeling a pair of running shoes.” Said Sora, James rolled his eyes, and started the engine.
“You know you could move back into your mother’s villa,” said James gesturing to the apartments “these really aren’t your style.” Sora looked at the apartments, then though of the villa, her mother was dead now, and she had said that she wanted out of the apartment. She looked out the window of the moving car, turned on her 64 gigabyte IPod Touch, and raised the volume to Kesha’s ‘Tic-Tok,’ then started humming along.