Vampires 101 (Twilight Hunters Book 1) A Vampire Romance

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Author: Lorraine Kennedy
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Dad shot off questions like he were interrogating a suspect. The deep frown on his face told me that in his mind, there wasn’t too much difference between the bad guy and me, at least at that particular moment anyway.
    Before I had the chance to come to my own defense, Riley started grilling me. “Can you tell me what happened … and who exactly killed the guy that attacked you?” he asked, his golden brown eyes leveled on me.
    “Seriously? Can’t this wait until later?” I grumbled, hoping to put off the inevitable. Maybe I could buy myself enough time to come up with a better story than what I had, but it was doubtful. I’d never been real good at lying, especially to Dad. As a child, I was beyond sure that with him being a cop and all, he could easily tell when I was lying. My belief system hadn’t changed much since then.
    Dad’s frown deepened, making the lines across his forehead appear even more marked. “I have a corpse down at the morgue that looks like he had a run in with Satan himself. Problem is … you were the only one there.”
    “I was the only one there when the police arrived,” I corrected him.
    “Ok … so you were walking home and the deceased attacked you. Then what?” Riley invited me to fill in some details.
    I rolled my eyes, hoping he would get the hint that I was in too much pain to talk right then. It didn’t work. He was still waiting for an answer.
    With a deep sigh, I put on my best poker playing face, but I really sucked at poker. “A guy was walking by and when he saw that I was being attacked, he intervened. I guess he took it too far and killed the guy. As soon as he realized what he’d done, he took off running. That’s all I know.”
    Riley drew his brows together and studied me through thick lashes. “So what did this guy look like? Which way did he run?”
    I tried to shrug, but found it impossible to move both shoulders. “He had blond hair and blue jogging clothes,” I lied. “He ran toward the river.”
    “Ok,” Riley painted a smile on his deeply tanned face. I was aware that he knew I was holding back something. He had that cop instinct going on, but I wasn’t budging. No way was I getting sent up to the psych ward just to help them catch Killer Tom’s killer. I had a pretty good feeling that the world would be a better place without Tom in the picture anyway. Not that I knew who he really was, or what he’d done prior to attacking me, but I had a fairly good idea, and that was enough for me.
     
    * * *
     
    In the short twenty-one years that I’d been alive, I had witnessed my share of the strange and bizarre. There was that séance my friends and I did when I was fifteen. Granted, I didn’t actually see anything that night, but when Millie Westover screamed and turned green, throwing up on the Ouija board. I was convinced she’d seen something, and that was about as close to the supernatural as I’d ever had a desire to get.
    Of course I didn’t always get what I wanted, in fact, almost never. Considering this little fact, it was no surprise when I opened my closet one night to grab my robe and saw another door at the back of the closet. Problem was, there was no door at the back of my closet, at least not normally.
    So did I open the door to see what was behind it?
    Not a chance. I’m not usually the curious type, especially when it comes to doors that are not supposed to be there.
    Without a second thought to what mysteries I might discover through that doorway, I shut my closet door and stepped out of the bedroom, closing that door behind me as well. After a few gulps of air, I’d almost convinced myself that I hadn’t actually seen a door. Sure enough, the next time I looked in my closet, the door wasn’t there. That was good enough for me. I brushed it off and tried never to think of it again.
    If only life could be that simple.
    A few months later another incident rocked the foundation of my reality. I woke in the middle of the night to

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