I couldn't see anything, not even my own black-fingernailed hand. The sweet scents of pine and cedar floated around me like incense. Encased in our compacted quarters, I could easily touch the closed lid above me and brush my elbow against the side wall. I was as blind as any bat we could have been buried in the deepest recesses of a long-forgotten cemetery. We nestled in my true love's bed-a claustrophobic black wooden casket. My first real taste-or in this case, bite-of the vampire lifestyle. Since arriving at the Mansion shortly before Sunday morning's sunrise, I'd been lying next to my vampire boyfriend, Alexander Sterling, as he slept the weekend sunlit hours away, hidden in the closet of his attic room. Many fangs to my brother Mark for your invaluable help, guidance, and generosity "I know what you're thinking." -Valentine Maxwell Chapter 1 Buried I awoke from a deadly slumber entombed in Alexander's coffin.
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