Moonlight, Roses & Mayhem - Chapter 2
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A Paranormal Mystery & Suspense - Vampire and Vampire Hunter
A young woman is murdered behind Selina's nightclub...and when a vampire hunter comes to investigate, Selina wonders who she can trust.
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Chapter 2
As they walked through the club, Selina wondered if she could ever really trust someone who killed others like herself. Even if she was not the threat to humanity that they were.
Seeming to read her mind, Damian reached over and took her hand. “Killing vampires is what I do,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean I would ever hurt you. Selina, you…”
She pulled her hand away and walked over to the bar. “Do you want some coffee?” she asked. “Or something stronger?”
“Coffee is fine,” Damian replied. “Best to keep a clear head tonight.”
Selina nodded and brought two mugs over and set them on one of the tables. “Damian, I know this is what you do, but let me ask you something. Do you think you could ever trust me either?”
“I already do,” he said, picking up her hand again. “You are unlike anyone that I have ever met, vampire or human.” He lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. “You are my Vampira Bella,” he said, looking into her eyes and kissing her hand.
“Your beautiful vampire,” she said, softly. “Damian, I….” she stopped as he brushed his lips against hers.
He pulled back slightly and smiled. “Next time, you will kiss me first,” he said, walking over to the bar.
As he poured two glasses of whiskey, Selina joined him, sitting down on one of the barstools. “You said we needed to keep a clear head tonight,” she reminded him.
“One drink will not matter,” he replied, “and you will tell me what has made you so afraid.” He sat down on the barstool next to her. “If it was not Angelo, then what? Or whom?”
Selina took a deep breath. “Very well, but it is not what you think,” she replied. “I am not afraid of anyone but myself.”
Damian looked over at her and waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he put his hand over hers. “Tell me,” he said.