LOGINMemories are fragmented with images of a past that has been forgotten. Your life is still filled with all manners of dark creatures...and lustful encounters in unlikely places... Your friend, your enemy, your...master? Who the hell are they? And who are you? Hope is coming back to you. Old friends. To reveal who you really are.
View MoreChapter5>Art room. Night<Marcus snarls at me. I´ve never seen him in his vampire form. His eyes are consumed with dark intent, his menacing visage contorted with anger. For the first time, I feel what it´s like to fear a vampire.&
Chapter4>Rooftop. Night<I stare at the stranger standing beside Patrick Grayson. “Laura, it´s me. Lucas.” I peer at the stranger, attempting with great difficulty to remember who he is, anticipating that seeing him will trigger another glimpse into my memories of the past. Yet there´s nothing. “I´m sorry. I don´t know who you are.” The man´s face falls, evidently saddened that I´m unable to recognize who
Chapter3> Club Equinox. Basement. Night<I stare at the vampire from my visions. Liam. That´s his name. I know that my eyes are not deceiving me. He´s here. Flesh and blood. I´m rooted in my place. I hear him speak my name. And that´s when my mind becomes flooded with another memory.>Vision of Ruins of a ma
Chapter2>Balcony. Night<Marcus slumps to the ground as his strength begins to wane. I hastily remove the dagger embedded in his back. “Thank you.” “What is this thing?” “It´s my bane. Whoever that vampire hunter is, he has some serious mystical connection.”Whoever that man is, he probably has answers about who I really am.Marcus turns his back to me, scanning the ci