The Lucian Roman Shopping List
I enter the mall with a sneer.
Humans running around after their balas brats, pairs arguing about which store to enter first, males clutching their females purses.
Thing is, I need shit. I’m setting up camp somewhere. Outside, under the trees, away from all things with two legs. Dammit, just that thought brings two of the hottest pairs of stems known to vampire kind into my addled brain. I should’ve had Alex drain all memories of that veana out of me. Bronwyn. She’s about to mate some unlucky bastard with an obvious penchant for crazy females.
And I’m getting the hell out of town.
Alex and Nicky say I’m running away from home, but they can kiss my albino ass. Both of those two fang fucks are neck deep in the love right now, and I’m chalking up their bullshit comment to brain damage and night and day screwing like rabbits.
So, I’m going into the woods.
I don’t know how long, but until this thing clears up. Could takes weeks, months..
I made a list of the shit I need.
*I‘m no pussy, and I don’t sleep all that much – but if I’m stuck in the wilderness and want to lie down, I’m doing it on 600 thread count.
Can never have too many of these. Yeah, I know. Trees. BITE ME.
Light, Black, and perfect for small predators.
Okay, I just came upon this in the front of some store. This thing is HOT. Going inside to ask if it can run on batteries.
Need my tunes and maybe Internet access. The store is too goddamn bright. My eyes are screaming. Ever hear of dimmers, cockoffs!
p.fucking.s. Massage Chair won’t run on batteries. Bastards.
You know, for things the Ninja Sword can’t get through. ie: bones, cartilage etc. Not sure if they’re going to have this here. I see they have some store called Coldwater Creek. I’ll check there.
Military issue or North Face? And those motorcycle boots – wrap ‘em up! ***Yeah, I know I’m going into wilderness! So the fuck what?
I don’t eat, but that shit smells good!
p.fucking.s. Colderwater Creek was not what I thought it was. Nuff said.
Shit, have you seen this thing? I think I have a hard on! Total must have. If only for chopping down a tree or two – maybe I’ll make my own papertowels! Take that, greenies!
Goddamn this store.
There’s a photograph of a female in the window wearing some bra and panties shit. She looks a little like She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named – only not even as close to as beautiful.
Where do I get me a date?
The only way to forget one female is to suck vein with another. Right? RIGHT?
Goddamn that female.
I take off. Run at top speed to the exit and crash through the glass doors.
Humans are watching me, terrified. Balas are watching me, impressed. This is bullshit. The shopping, the woods – not stopping in the arcade for a second to play Mortal Combat. I’m not running away from her, and from HIM. I growl and then I grin. No…no running. Not yet. Not until I get my blood back.
She owes me.
And if HE tries to stop me, his piece of shit blood will just be a motherfucking bonus.
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Since feeding her his blood, Lucian Roman has struggled with his obsession with Bronwyn Kettler-fighting an uncontrollable desire to kill her, if he has to, and the vampire she has sworn to wed. But when a dangerous enemy threatens Bronwyn, only Lucian can save her life. Even if it means sacrificing his own…
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