Lilith's Shadow, Brandy Campbell [books for 5 year olds to read themselves .TXT] 📗

Becoming a vampire has three phases: Moonlighting phase, > The beginning, skin color looses it's rich healthiness, eye color changes, and hair and nails chage as well as fangs come in the last day of moon lighting-

Second phase is the Succubus phase> Generally it's when hormones for both the tuning and its changer become so strong that the art of seduction is really strong. The succubus is trying to birth itself in this face so that it may mate with the human male. The hardest part is trying to keep both the male and female apart from one another so that they don't mate, so that the changer doesn't loose his or her life, because the succubus ultimate goal is to destroy the creator.

The third phase> Lilith's demon > a succubus demon comes forth so that it may inhabit the body of the turned so that it prohibits her from becoming a vampire and instead a succubus. The only way to be rid of the demon is for the turned to use a weapon of choice that has been coated in blood and then dried with an enchanted prayer .

Chapter One

Stefan:

I wasn't looking for a mate. I was just looking to go hang out and have a little fun, since my brothers and sister insisted that they needed a day off. The problem with Reina, Van and Lance was that they always seemed to need a day off. They were the last ones to arrive and the first to leave when the time came. I know I was supposed to be having a good time and just enjoying the time I spent here in The Rave, but the truth was, my mind was on the kids that were scheduled to arrive at my intense training camp on Monday.

See, I started a company called Open Blades five years ago because the thought occurred to me that there are a lot of kids out there who don't know anything about hockey but do have the guts to try out or form a team because it seem like fun. I love going to hockey games and in particular, high school hockey games. Although you'd think there aren't many schools who do have hockey teams, there are many of them and there are quite a few schools reside in Wisconsin. I usually take players, both individual and teams, from all over the state. Currently I have ten hockey schools who attend my training sessions and then I have at-least one hundred and fifty individuals who want to learn to play hockey just for the experience.

Unfortunately, the only people that I can trust enough to even let them run the sessions with me is my brothers and sister. However, hockey wasn't as important to them as it was to me and so they show up late and leave early, leaving me stuck with all the kids who aren't able to bus home or have to wait for their parents to come and pick them up. Believe me, I am not one who enjoys these times so, I usually charge 25 dollars for a half an hour late fee and then anything after that is a dollar per minute. I am usually done no later than forty five minutes after closing time.

Anyhow, I didn't come here just to think about my business and the issues associated with it. I came here to have a good time and be a designated driver. Back to my earlier thought about not wanting a mate. I had long since given up the idea of a mate. I guess the more accurate belief is that I really didn't want a mate due to the fact that I am fine being single and I love women in general. It doesn't matter what size, height, weight or nationality. I find them all beautiful. What makes them beautiful depends on the woman.

For instance, there are many women in this club that are beautiful for one reason or another. One woman to my right is beautiful because she has the most beautiful shade of chocolate skin I have ever seen. And its a bonus that she has a beautifully shaped ass. I saw it when were waiting to get into the club and only because she was standing in front of me. I considered approaching her, but she is clearly not interested in guys, as I just saw her kissing a girl in the corner where she's sitting.

There was another woman I ran into on my way over to the bar who had an intoxicating scent that was more natural than the perfume she wore to disguise it. The problem with this is that I felt my fangs began to contract and I started to drool over what her blood would taste like. Considering I was in a public place, I didn't think it would be appropriate to follow my nose. As I sit at the bar and ask the bartender to hand me a drink, I notice that even she is beautifully made with her slim waist and huge breasts that seem to tease as they pop out of her shirt. I look down at them, raise a brow and then turn my attention back out onto the dance floor trying to locate my brothers and sister, when I notice this girl, she's about five ten, petite in stature and was laughing flirtatiously with some guy she was dancing with.

I smile at the sound of her laugh because it sounded sweet and cute at the same time. My eyes take in nice strong teeth amidst a beautifully heart shaped mouth and a swan like neck. She had the kind of neck you'd definitely enjoy sinking your teeth into, as well as placing delicate kisses along the gentle curve of it. As my eyes traveled down ward, I could see that her bust size was no bigger than a thirty six A, but flattered by a halter top. Her stomach and waist line was covered with the shirt, which lead to a pair of shorts that enhanced strong thighs. As my gaze traveled further, I felt the deep stirrings of arousal awaken. I shook my head, knowing that this was the woman I wanted. There was no doubt she was the one.

The way my heart pounded with excitement and the way saliva seemed to gather inside my mouth and the way my manhood immediately begin to throb as I thought of her laying underneath me. The bartender chose that time to bring my drink and take the money I'd placed on the counter. Taking a quick sip of my drink, I sat it down and then turned my gaze back to the woman, enjoying the erotic dance her body was doing against the man, who in a sense gave me the vague impression that he was not all that in to her. That was good because it would make my job easier to get to her. As if sensing me watching her, the woman turned and faced me. Her eyes widened in surprise and then went back to their original state. She greeted me with a luscious and inviting smile. I smiled back at her, making sure my eyes spoke my interest.


Odilia

When I first arrived here at the club, I had my own intentions of being on the prowl. I use the word prowl because a girl like me knows how to use my assets to get what I want, when I wanted it and how I wanted it. You see, I'm not a shy girl at-least not when it comes to desire. I am the type of woman who knows how to use her body as well as her mind to get what she wants. Do I go around manipulating people? Hell no. I don't need too. I got the brains to back up the assets. So, as usual, when ever I went out on the hunt, I put on something that would accentuate the beauty that know I have. I'm not only tall, but I am also skinny, or petite, with a 34A rack, slender hips, smooth stomach and thighs that I have known to make many men lost in. I know, most girls aren't supposed to boast, but what else can I do? I am comfortable in my own skin, I am comfortable being me and part of me is my sexuality and if I didn't have that, my life would lead a meager existence. I work a nine to five, go to school and I have kids, who sometimes drive me hell of a crazy. I have a boy who is three and a girl who is five. My best friend, who understands my sudden urges to get away from my responsibilities agreed to keep them over night, while I did what I wanted for the weekend and she would bring them back on Monday.

So, I was planning to find an unsuspecting victim and make him mine for one night only. As I said before, I got kids and don't have time to worry about the frivolities of a relationship, so I needed a man who understood that this was a one night deal. The guy I'm dancing with, I can't remember his name, but he seems like he is not looking for anything serious. He wasn't too bad of a dancer which meant that he wasn't going to be too bad in bed. However, I keep wagering back and forth between do it and not do it, because he didn't look like he was working with anything down there, so I didn't want to get him home and find out he just plain wasn't worth a damn. I hate it when a man can spit good game and make a woman all excited, only to be a disappointment in bed.

So, I'm trying to decide if I should or shouldn't when I think that the only way to be sure of that, would be to have him grind up against me, so I turn around, intending to do just that, when I look up and feel my heart skip a beat. Sitting at the bar, looking as if he just may tower above me, dressed in a dark gray polo shirt, his dark gray eyes filled with a desire that promise to deliver, is a man with dark curly hair, that looked as if it had been neatly trimmed and an equally trimmed mustache that covered beautiful full lips, which in that instant made my nipples harden and my kitty cat burn with a very intense need, and his demeanor looking as if I was on his menu for tonight. I all but forgot about the guy I was dancing with and strutted my way over to the guy. As I got closer to the bar, I noticed that