Dominic's death had led to many odd happenings in my life, though most are attributed to my teetering humanity. It was something Rainer Wulff and Jarod Fox were supposed to have re-established, but they failed.
My hunger for human blood was still rampant. My sensual needs were met with strangers and with, who would be deemed, forbidden.
What's wrong with being a little wild when my heart and humanity are busted? I am an eternal vampire and a complete non-conformist, so I do what I want and to whoever I want.
That was until I was informed by the vampy elders that I am the vampire community's only hope to save this dying breed.
Me? A savior? I beg to differ on all levels.
I had to accept this responsibility because I had too many that meant everything to me and there was no effing way I was going to let them down.
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