Interview with the vampire

Chapter 25:If my сердце was combustible it would have exploded right then and there. I had a feeling in truth Alex would never be able to look past what I did. Draining peoples life blood was one thing, brutally murdering and mutilating innocent people is another. I did not exactly have time to worry about that, I was still stuck in a empty night club with my vampire hunting boyfriend and 6 sociopathic vampires. Jared was crouched in the far corner f the lounge crying out in pain as he pulled the crucifix, that Alex threw at him, from his shoulder. Lust, Drac, Hawthorn and Strygoi looked shocked...

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I stared down at the blank pages of the book that ruined my life. I looked up at Sage, pleading her to help me. She gaze me a sympathetic look as she handed me a pencil. I sighed and took it.
She left the room.
I thought about everyone I had met that night; all the feelings I had experienced that night. I remembered Sage and her secret desire. 'I want to see the sun. just once.'
I began at the вверх of the page.
'All Вампиры dream. I know that much. They are a species that are experts...

Elena’s POV
    The night got colder as I walked further away from the Founder’s день party. Just a few еще steps and I’ll be at the school.
    I reached the school’s front door but when I tried to open them but they wouldn’t budge. I gave up and sighed. I crossed my arm’s trying to keep warm. Looking around trying to find another way in, though the only way I knew of was the doors in the back of the school.
    I slowly walked my self to the back doors. I grabbed the frost bitten door handle and pulled it open. Once I walked...

Arkadith had seen enough. With a pained effort, he pulled himself out of the owl's mind, and the room materialized around him once more. The terrible scream of one of his own still rung in his ears after his vision of the vampire's slaughter had faded. He shook quietly as his body boiled with rage, but it did not spill over. He was not дана to destroying his possessions on an angry whim, nor was he pacing in the room, tearing at his hair. Only his black eyes betrayed him, the pupils so dilated, they completely engulfed his irises, as pitiless as the owl’s themselves.
    Beyond...