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Blood Slave!

of how infuriating it was to have them screaming for something they were going to get anyway. If not for the need

Blood Slave!

viving daughter of the most dangerous vampire in history; the place where all I needed was a microphone, my guitar, and my brothers to surv

me going all night long. I loved performing, but the high vanishe

ent was thrust into my hands and I was shoved toward the stairs. I growled under my b

of the backstage area, each tucked and poised to leap ove

the curtain. He was the first one on board every night, and his job was to provide

xing over his bass. It was his way of warming up. Not that he

nymore. We all knew the drill better than we knew ourselves. That was anoth

d dropped to his side, fingers splayed. One by one, they rose and curled into a fist. When his thumb drew up, he snatched his s

was smoke and mirrors, wires and harnesses that created the magic they were about to see. I was okay with that. The

om Kade and the drums. I caught Kyon's eyes and he winked. My grin deepened. Together, we dematerialized and reappeared within the illumina

ain, becoming more th

fitting since I was only half human-but it pounded in my chest. I was never

of air blasted my lengthy, multicolored hair into my face. Nash landed effortlessly in

licks of "Give In To Me." As quickly as it came, the powerful intro fell into a sultry t

en it made me think of Memphis and all the things we'd done to each other. And Anthony, and all the things I'd like to do

s embraced the mic. My superior, flawless vision allowed me to see the translucent veins in his hands. He needed to feed, desperately. Judging from the