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would sneak and try to eat human food. Vampire’s stomachs were not made for digesting food. They had even taught her survival skills, but she knew staying with the rogues would be no good.
    Life as a vampire at first, didn’t seem as if it would be so bad. But as time passed, her eyes were opened to the dark world of vampirism.
    Every week or so, it would seemed as though they would discuss how another one of the rogues were killed. The life of a rogue vampire was one of darkness and danger, and she knew instantly it was not meant for her.
    Angel was introduced to some of the darkest vampires around, all rogues. Some of them didn’t have control over themselves, unable to form conscious thoughts, and were consumed by what she was told was the bloodlust. She had stayed far away from them.
    It was five years ago that she broke away from them, running away from Jaxon and his rogues. The rogue leader began experimenting on the newly turned vampires. Jaxon knew that their way of life wasn’t meant for her. She wanted to salvage what little of her old life she could.
    Being a vampire changed everything. What she had now wasn’t much, but it was something, and far away from the dangerous life of a rogue.
    The door opened, and the sounds of high heels clicking across the floor filled the air. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she glanced up to see who had entered the room.
    A woman, who looked to be in her mid-forties, had dark brown hair with blonde highlights, pulled up into a sophisticated bun. Her power blue suit accented her ice blue eyes, ones that reminded her of Adrian’s eyes. She gulped as she realized who she was, as she gazed upon her with a gentle smile.
    The vampire queen.
    “Your Majesty,” Angel exclaimed, jumping up from the floor.
    She looked down at her clothes, and cringed at what she must look like. She certainly wasn’t dressed to meet the queen. She hesitated, not knowing whether she should bow, curtsey, or kneel, when meeting vampire royalty.
    Alin Olaru, the vampire queen, stood with a curious look in her eyes as she assessed Angel. “It’s all right, you don’t need to do anything, my child,” the queen said, motioning to the chair at the table. “Please, my dear, have a seat.”
    “I’m sorry, Your Grace,” she apologized as she sat in the chair, then watched the queen sit down across the table from her.
    “No need to apologize, or be so formal,” the queen said, waving her hand. “So, since you know who I am, my dear, please tell me your name.”
    “My name is Angel Sanz, Your Grace,” she answered nervously.
    Why would the vampire queen come and question her personally? She must really be in a shitload of trouble. She racked her brain, trying to figure out what she possibly could have done to warrant being questioned by the queen herself. She had led a quiet life as a vampire, and kept to herself as much as possible.
    “How long have you been a vampire?” The queen was gentle with her question. Angel began to relax, but just slightly. She was confused by the question, but figured she might as well answer honestly.
    “About ten years,” she informed, hesitantly.
    “What happened to you?” Angel looked at the queen for a moment. Why would she want to know her story? She was just a lowly turned vampire. There was nothing interesting about her story.
    “My story isn’t that interesting.” Angel started, shaking her head. She kept her eyes on her hands, unsure of what else to do. She didn’t want to bore the queen with her sordid story.
    “Let me be the judge of that,” the queen countered, sitting back in her chair with a small smile. She nodded, urging Angel to go on.
    Angel told the story of losing her parents at a young age, trying to follow in her dreams of completing college, and that fateful night when she was attacked, turned, and left for dead.
    “Is that how you met the rogue vampire from tonight?” the queen asked quietly. Angel nodded. “What has your