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Eyes of the Beholder

Chapter 1

Vampire.

What was the true definition of one? Some use to say fictional, but that is far from the truth now days. Two years ago vampires made their existence know to the world, but to this day we still know little. What we do know is they burn in the sun, they can be staked, and they don't take to kindly to silver. Oh and then there is the fact that their blood is a drug. So what else is there to know? This topic was going to be harder than I thought.

I had just been assigned my final research paper, and my topic was vampires. It wasn't too out of the ordinary to be honest considering there was so much to learn. The internet though wasn't giving me much, and after much consideration I decided I would actually have to interview one. I had to make this paper the best of all papers. It was my last paper before I graduated with my major being Journalism. That's right one day people were going to read an amazing story in the New York Times, and it was going to be written by Kimber Monroe. My parents couldn't have picked a more perfect name. None of this was going to happen though unless I made this paper perfect, and that is what I intended to do.

"Thank you for calling Fangtasia the bar with the bite." A woman answered who sounded as if she was forced to say that silly line every time someone called.

"Hi, My name is Kimber Monroe and I was calling to see if there was a vampire I could interview for my research paper." I said ever so sweetly.

I guess it wasn't sweet enough, because that is when I got hung up on. This was going to be harder than I thought it would be. Oh well I thought, I guess I was just going to have to go to the bar myself. Most people would consider me stupid for deciding to go alone. I considered it working towards perfection.

I curled my straight brown hair into seductive waves and applied a little mascara to my baby blue eyes. My eyes were what showed people who I was and what I was after. I never believed in covering them up with all that gunk most people used. They were a way to see into the soul of a person, and I wanted people see they could trust me. I didn't really know what to wear so I put skinny jeans on and slipped a pair of red heels onto my 5'1 100lbs frame. I was petite, but I had curves and I made sure to emphasize them in a black v-neck shirt. I looked pretty damn amazing I thought, and I wasn't leaving that bar until I got an interview.

The line was ridiculous. There seriously couldn't be this many people desperate to get into a vampire bar. They were also dressed like wannabes. Now that I think of it this might just be something to put into my paper. Note to self.

"ID please." I pulled it out and handed it to a woman who had to be a vampire. She was in all leather and looked as if she didn't want to be there.

"Hmm Kimber Monroe, age 22, now what are you doing at a place like this by yourself?" She said smirking at me. It seemed as if she was trying to scare me. What she didn't realize is nothing scared me.

"I'm here to interview a vampire for a paper I'm writing. Since someone hung up on me earlier I decided to come." I said smiling.

"Good luck." She said with a taunting smile. I didn't need luck. If only she knew that with these

eyes people talk.

As I made my way into the bar I took into my surroundings. It reminded me of some cheap bar/sex shop. It was a strange place, but now I knew what kind of place vampire's and fangbangers liked. I took my phone out and started snapping a few pictures.

"We aren't very fond of humans taking pictures of our kind." Said a bartender who was obviously a vampire.

"Well then you guys should have stayed in the coffin." I said sitting down and ordering a vodka tonic.

"You also should talk to a vampire that way." He said extracting his fangs. I just smiled and looked him in the eyes.

"You won't threaten me. You will also act like a human being for once and answer a few of my questions." I said grinning.

"Yes I'll answer whatever you would like to know." He said staring in my eyes.

I was about to start my interview when a cold hand touched my shoulder. I looked up to see the same woman who checked my ID.

"The master would like to talk with you in his office." She said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"For your interview of course." She said a little to sweetly for my liking.

I got up though and followed her to a room in the back of the bar. As soon as I stepped foot in to the office the door slammed shut, and the woman was gone. That is when I focused on the man sitting in a desk in front of me who was amazingly gorgeous. He of course was a vampire as well, and from my knowledge possibly the owner of the bar. I had really hit the jackpot here.

"Sit." He ordered.

I did as he said not because he ordered me to, but because I wanted to get this interview done with.

"Kimber Monroe what did you do to my bartender?" He asked.

"I just wanted to ask him a few questions and he wanted to answer them. No harm done." I said smiling.

"Don't play stupid with me. I could rip your throat out right now if I wanted too." He growled.

"Oh you could but you wouldn't." I said still smiling. People would say I'm cocky and I would say they are right.

"What makes you think that?" He said standing up.

"Because you think I'm interesting, and what's the point of killing someone who holds an interest?" I said.

He was then in my face with his hand around my neck.

"Trust me you're not that interesting. Now are you going to answer me or do you have a death wish?"

That is when I looked him straight in the eyes.

"You will let go of me." I said.

"No I won't." He said extracting his fangs.

Oh hell. Now I was scared.