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“Selfish whore.”
    I turn around to find he has gotten out of the bed and followed me, his face a mask of fury. A trail of blood flows from his neck and down his chest from the sharp point of the Katana. He lifts a hand as if to smack me but never makes contact with my face. A few blows from my elbows and fists brings him to the ground, knocking him out cold.
    “Whore,” I mutter to myself, my feet taking me down the hall. “I'll show them who's a whore.”
    With the Silver Eagle ready, fuming for battle, I kick the door down and find myself face-to-face with vamp demons.
    Grinning and removing my sunglasses, throwing them to the ground, I say pleasantly, “Hope you're ready to dance, 'cause I'm sending y'all back to Hell tonight.”
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    Silver Mortal
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
    The fight begins when four vamp demons rush me from all sides, hissing and baring their fangs, which are all too real. Supernatural energy surges through my veins, a white-hot burning in my blood, and I quickly get to work.
    The first two, male and female, go down easy, my sword cutting them in half with one quick swing. An explosion of glittery dust is all that's left of them, the particles dissipating before hitting the ground. A third one advances and I kick him in the chest, sending him flying across the room, while I plunge my Katana into the fourth one, killing it instantly. An inhuman screech sounds behind me. The vamp I'd kicked across the room is now back on his feet and charging me. As he gets closer all I can see of him is his sharp fangs and outstretched claws. When he's almost on top of me I somersault in the air and land directly behind him. My sword connects with his head, followed by a plume of glitter that coats the air and then slowly disappears.
    The room is deathly quiet, except for my breathing, which is basically normal. I'm usually not winded after a fight, thanks to my Silver Eagle bloodline, though my heart is dancing a jig in my chest.
    My eyes fall on the main vamp demon who is sitting behind a large mahogany desk. He looks like a pimp, wearing a dark pin-striped suit and a massive smile. His teeth are extremely bright against his dark skin, his black eyes empty and fathomless. I squint my eyes, unsure of what I'm seeing. His fangs aren't showing, which is odd since he's supposed to be the main vamp here. There's a dark energy surrounding him, a powerful wave of potent vileness that makes me wonder if he's all he seems to be; Makes me wonder if there's something more to him than meets the eye.
    We stare at one another, two enemies knowing there's an inevitable death in the future, which is the only component that can end this fight. Of course we both know that he's the one who will most likely perish. With that being a severe, guaranteed fact he begins to turn on the charm, his one and only goal being to live through this meeting.
    “Bravo, you found us,” he tells me in a deep baritone voice, clapping his hands three times. “Didn't take you long, either. Must be because you are an excellent warrior. A beautiful, strong warrior.”
    I narrow my silver eyes and tilt my head. “Yeah, I agree with you. I'm good at what I do.”
    “Well, you don't have to tell me twice!” he remarks, his eyebrows raised. “You killed four of my best soldiers in less than a minute. The Silver Mortals I've come across have never showed much promise, but you...you're different. I could use someone like you.”
    “Really?” I say innocently. “And what would a demon want with a Silver Mortal?”
    “I sense something in you, something dark and familiar.” He rubs his chin, eying me up and down.
    Dark and familiar? What is he talking about?
    He continues with, “We could work together, you and I. With your beauty and power, and my prestigious contacts, we could have the whole world bowing to us.”
    “The whole world, huh?” I reply, lifting my finger and tapping my chin as if in deep thought. “Well, why