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I can still hear my heart pounding in my ears, and this was from just looking at the man. How the heck am I supposed to talk him? Just being in the same room gave me goose bumps. This man is my future husband and the creator of all evil.
I am Helan Gandalin future wife to Edward Stensen, king of all vampires. That’s his title to the other vampires, “King Edward” and he acts like one too. He keeps the peace between the clans and negotiates with the werewolves. Clans? Werewolves? Vampires? I’m guessing you’re a little confused, but I should think so most humans don’t know about the secret society living in New York or any where else for that matter. Here let me explain.
Are there vampires in New York? The answer is yes there are. But there are more so in New York than in any other place in America. Each country has one Vampire king. They usually don’t talk unless there’s a BIG problem. The vampires don’t all live together with the kings they all live in different ‘clans’ as we call them, basically their just a big group of vampires living together. What about werewolves? Well they don’t usually separate into different clans but packs usually consisting of four or five members. The leaders are the true leaders until they get orders from their boss, the king of all werewolves, Lois.
His job is the same as Edward’s. But they are the only ones of their kind that can get along willingly. Werewolves and vampires hate each other with more hate then the whole mortal race can gather up with all their years combined. Just seeing each other sends such a killing sensation through them it takes every ounce of will power in their being to control themselves from shredding each other’s eyes out. So it kinda puts a strain on their treaty.
Treaty? Well, back three years ago there was no treaty but there were also no boundaries. So many lives were lost over their hatred; they all saw each other through fogged glasses, blinded by the rage and stubbornness. For ages it’s been like that, fighting till one falls only to be cut down by another. Over all the centuries no one once stood up to stop them that was until Edward came.
Edward inherited the title of king after his father was killed by a werewolf. Seeing what the hatred did to each side gave him an insight view of how horrible this really was. He went straight to Lois and demanded a treaty. Of course it took a while for their followers to really appreciate it after it was accepted. But they eventually got used to the idea after seeing how many lives were saved from it.
You’re probably thinking that I must be insane to hate someone who does so much good. Well, he may do good for the vampire/werewolf society but what about us mortals?
Yes I said ‘us’ I’m a mortal and still living. How I managed to get tangled in this web of transforming weirdoes and blood sucking freaks is beyond me. But the evil in Edward can only be seen through my eyes.
My father was a poor man living in the big apple. His pay check was small so we lived in a small apartment. My mother died when I was only five. She was a great woman from what I can remember and my father suffered from a great heart ache when she left.
Day in and day out he would work his fingers to the bone to bring food to the table. Well few people knew about Edward and the werewolves and the ones that did were usually sworn to their allegiance. My father was one of the very few who knew but did not work for them.
Naturally this got the king mad so he sent his men to capture him. He planned to kill him on the spot, but I pleaded to let him live. With much begging and tears he finally agreed but he would be kept in the dungeon until he could go tomorrow.
He slept in the dungeon like the king ordered and I slept outside his cell. But someone had come in the middle of the night. It was the king’s son Edward and his friend who came in search of blood. His friend held me down as I watched my father die by Edward’s hands. His friend almost got me but he stopped him and walked off. Leaving me alone with my dead father.
The next day the king was livid at his son but soon forgave him. The only question was what to do with me?
Well Edward had been looking for a mate for about a centaury or so and none of the undead really caught his attention. But I did, lucky me. So his father decided to let me live, to become his son’s future mate. Well, that was three years ago. Shortly after the announcement the king died. The whole scheme kinda put the wedding on postpone. Edward was determined not to let me get away so he swore that when chaos was over he would come back for me.
Well, the chaos has ended and I guess Edward remembered me because here I am seventeen years old and being dragged back to his side.
Life Sucks.

Description
Prologue

I can still hear my heart pounding in my ears, and this was from just looking at the man. How the heck am I supposed to talk him? Just being in the same room gave me goose bumps. This man is my future husband and the creator of all evil.
I am Helan Gandalin future wife to Edward Stensen, king of all vampires. That’s his title to the other vampires, “King Edward” and he acts like one too. He keeps the peace between the clans and negotiates with the werewolves. Clans? Werewolves? Vampires? I’m guessing you’re a little confused, but I should think so most humans don’t know about the secret society living in New York or any where else for that matter. Here let me explain.
Are there vampires in New York? The answer is yes there are. But there are more so in New York than in any other place in America. Each country has one Vampire king. They usually don’t talk unless there’s a BIG problem. The vampires don’t all live together with the kings they all live in different ‘clans’ as we call them, basically their just a big group of vampires living together. What about werewolves? Well they don’t usually separate into different clans but packs usually consisting of four or five members. The leaders are the true leaders until they get orders from their boss, the king of all werewolves, Lois.
His job is the same as Edward’s. But they are the only ones of their kind that can get along willingly. Werewolves and vampires hate each other with more hate then the whole mortal race can gather up with all their years combined. Just seeing each other sends such a killing sensation through them it takes every ounce of will power in their being to control themselves from shredding each other’s eyes out. So it kinda puts a strain on their treaty.
Treaty? Well, back three years ago there was no treaty but there were also no boundaries. So many lives were lost over their hatred; they all saw each other through fogged glasses, blinded by the rage and stubbornness. For ages it’s been like that, fighting till one falls only to be cut down by another. Over all the centuries no one once stood up to stop them that was until Edward came.
Edward inherited the title of king after his father was killed by a werewolf. Seeing what the hatred did to each side gave him an insight view of how horrible this really was. He went straight to Lois and demanded a treaty. Of course it took a while for their followers to really appreciate it after it was accepted. But they eventually got used to the idea after seeing how many lives were saved from it.
You’re probably thinking that I must be insane to hate someone who does so much good. Well, he may do good for the vampire/werewolf society but what about us mortals?
Yes I said ‘us’ I’m a mortal and still living. How I managed to get tangled in this web of transforming weirdoes and blood sucking freaks is beyond me. But the evil in Edward can only be seen through my eyes.
My father was a poor man living in the big apple. His pay check was small so we lived in a small apartment. My mother died when I was only five. She was a great woman from what I can remember and my father suffered from a great heart ache when she left.
Day in and day out he would work his fingers to the bone to bring food to the table. Well few people knew about Edward and the werewolves and the ones that did were usually sworn to their allegiance. My father was one of the very few who knew but did not work for them.
Naturally this got the king mad so he sent his men to capture him. He planned to kill him on the spot, but I pleaded to let him live. With much begging and tears he finally agreed but he would be kept in the dungeon until he could go tomorrow.
He slept in the dungeon like the king ordered and I slept outside his cell. But someone had come in the middle of the night. It was the king’s son Edward and his friend who came in search of blood. His friend held me down as I watched my father die by Edward’s hands. His friend almost got me but he stopped him and walked off. Leaving me alone with my dead father.
The next day the king was livid at his son but soon forgave him. The only question was what to do with me?
Well Edward had been looking for a mate for about a centaury or so and none of the undead really caught his attention. But I did, lucky me. So his father decided to let me live, to become his son’s future mate. Well, that was three years ago. Shortly after the announcement the king died. The whole scheme kinda put the wedding on postpone. Edward was determined not to let me get away so he swore that when chaos was over he would come back for me.
Well, the chaos has ended and I guess Edward remembered me because here I am seventeen years old and being dragged back to his side.
Life Sucks.