I knew that blood was all that they were thinking about the minute that there soulless dark hunger filled eyes had laid on me. But I couldn't show them any kind of fear what so ever otherwise I wouldn't making it out alive. Carefully I gripped the dagger that I held in my hand and that was hidden underneath my cloak as tightly as I could the second I stepped out from behind the bar wall.

Where I could see countless of drunk men and women willingly display themselves as victims without a second thought.

What was the appeal I wondered? Was it the curiosity of the bite? The feeling of their sharp whitened fangs ripping through their skin?

Or was it the dirty minded kinky idea of wanting and desiring their attraction while volunteering to be in bed with them?

Or were they just good in bed?

These were thoughts that always ran through my mind every time I had a job that encountered vampires.

My name is Clarke Griffin and I am a trained assassin from the eastern village of Allora. Ever since I could remember I've always been told not to trust these kind of creatures and that if I did I would be disowned and killed by my clan.

So why is it that the second I saw him the perfect dark brown curly-haired Adonis sitting in his chair like a king on his high horse that I knew that I was in deep shit when it came to not just the job but my heart.

Hey guys heres the first intro to my story and my actual book castle night I hope you guys enjoy it feel free to leave feedback please I would love to hear your thoughts!