When the daughter of VHA boss Christian Harper, Evelyn Harper is assigned to kill the world's most beloved vampire, she finds herself struggling to follow her father's orders for the first time in her life. How can she stake Elvis Presley in his und...
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「 ELVIS' POV ; 」
Shit, shit, shit.
Me and my big damn mouth. This wasn’t supposed to happen – hell, Evelyn Harper should not be standing in front of me right now.
I knew this day would come eventually, though. She was the daughter of Christian Harper, once the nation’s best hunter, and I was… well, me. Christian didn’t like me and never had, so I wasn’t surprised he’d send one of his little minions after me, but I didn’t think he’d stoop that low to send his own daughter.
Especially considering our past together, but then again, Christian Harper wasn’t the saint he portrayed himself to be.
The fucker probably set me up with the murders too.
Sure, I killed people, but not to the extent one might think.
I was a predator, unfortunately for me it was imbedded into my DNA after I was turned into a vampire, but I wasn’t a young fledgling anymore. I learned from my mistakes in the past where I’d go out hunting unsuspecting humans just for the heck of it. Nowadays, I only killed when it was absolutely necessary – whether I, or my people, were in danger for example.
I didn’t murder the girls I’d take into my room in cold blood.
I didn’t even sleep with them most of the time.
I fed and healed them, and then compelled them to forget what they’ve seen and that they’ve been to my room in the first place. I had too many people depending on me, too many eyes on me at all times to be reckless. Leaving mutilated bodies behind in the alley of the International to let them rot by the trash cans? Not my style.
Either it was the job of another vampire in town that wanted to fuck up my reputation, or Christian Harper was behind it.
My gut told me it was the latter.
“H-How… How do you.. How do you know my name?”
I widened my eyes a little as I looked at the brunette in front of me, panic tingling my bones as I saw the look on her face. She was confused, and I could sense she was trying to hide the fact that she was growing nervous. I was the same, and I masked my feelings before she could pinpoint them.
Taking a step back to create space between us, I fought the urge to run a frustrated hand through my hair because they were still covered in Richard’s blood.
