Fuck.
“Who are you?” I ground out, needing to know the identity of this nuisance so I can personally handle the issue.
“Who are you talking to?” Marius asks.
I ignore him, instead striking several keys on my keyboard as I attempt to hunt out my new prey.
When a name appears, I pause.
Because it’s a rather pretty name.
Viviana Dalca.
Her details begin to list themselves before me.
Twenty-two years old.
Graduate student at The Ohio State University.
Doctoral candidate pursuing higher education degree with focus on classics studies, specifically folklore.
My jaw clenches.
More words appear, the evidence making me sigh with dread.
Because she’s clearly obsessed with vampire lore.
Probably some young girl who grew up reading tales inspired by truths she’ll never actually believe.
A dreamer. A writer.A future nuisance.
I’ve met her type before. Glamoured my share of them throughout the years. It seems this female will be no different.
Though, admirably, she’s come closer to the truth than any of the others. Because that illustration she pulled of me is one I didn’t even know existed.
It shows my wings and tail—two traits rarely associated with vampires in this realm—as well as my pointy ears.
Hmm.
I drum my fingers across the table.
Maybe I can play with this female. Turn her into a toy. Or at least introduce her to the nightmare of my existence.
Let’s find out who you are, Viviana,I think, clicking on the file that will take me to her social media pages.You’ve seen me, so now it’s time for me to see you…
CHAPTER ONE
VIVI
BRA?OV, ROMANIA
Three Years Later…
Vampires are real,and I am going to prove it.
I stare at the screen, reading the first line of my thesis, and drum my fingers against the table.
As far as opening statements go, this one captures the essence of what will eventually become an eighty-thousand-word doctoral dissertation.
