Queer Vampire Romance Series Book One
First Karla Nikole Publishing Edition, October 2022
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Early November
One
England in winter—darkness, bitter cold and rain. Haruka shivers from the frigid damp. Everything about this situation is miserable.
Tiny droplets and long streams of water speckle the glass of the car window. Sitting in the back seat of the parked vehicle, the dark vampire shrugs deeper into his long wool trench coat. He closes his eyes. Stay calm, he thinks. Haruka hasn’t been outside his home to engage the vampire aristocracy in ten years. Put simply, he is a little stressed.
His manservant’s voice cuts through the silence from the driver’s seat. “Just so we’re clear, I don’t like this.”
Haruka doesn’t like it either, but what are his options? Ignore the formal request being made of him? Lose his feeding source and become an object of derision within the British vampire community? Or…
Haruka peeks one eye open. “We could go home… pack up the house—”
“No. We’re not running away again.”
“Then what would you have me do, Asao?”
“I would have you find a new purebred source.” Asao turns to watch him from the driver’s seat, his salt-and-pepper hair briefly illuminated by the glow of headlights from a passing car. “You’ve been drinking first-gen blood and it doesn’t give you optimum nourishment. You’re not strong enough for this—to be exposed this way in a house full of vamps we’ve never met. I’m dreading this damn bonding ceremony next month for the same reason.”
Haruka sighs, closing his eyes again. “As long as no one challenges me, I should be fine.” Finding a purebred source isn’t easy. It isn’t like quickly finding a pencil when you need to write something down. It’s more like searching for a rare gemstone across a vast cavern. Tanzanite or black opal.
Haruka has tried to secure a new purebred source in the past, but it’s never worked out. Too many demands, too much required in exchange. This is his life now. His manservant needs to accept it.
“If someone challenges you tonight, then what?” Asao asks. “You can’t keep the lure of your aura enclosed like this and fight someone off. Once your aura is exposed, every vampire in the house will be drawn to you… like a bunch of stupid frat boys to a keg. You need both defenses and offenses, Haruka, and feeding from a purebred will give you the strength—”
“I know this, but what will the purebred require of me in return?” Haruka scowls, his voice louder. “I have tried before—the price has always been too high. I will not form another bond. This discussion is pointless… What the hell is a ‘frat boy’?”
Asao turns forward in the silence, shaking his head. Raindrops tap loudly against the vehicle. “This other purebred that we’ll meet in London tomorrow… Just let me ask if he’d be willing to send you bags of his blood—”
“No,” Haruka breathes. It is undignified to make such blatant requests, and it would only expose him in his vulnerable state—making him an easy target. “You are concerned for me. But I will manage. I’ve been fine for more than ten years now. Shall we go inside and get this over with?”
Asao is still for a long moment, then hesitates at the door handle. “You are living a life significantly beneath your capabilities.” He steps outside. Shuts the door.
Haruka rolls his eyes. How is this statement helpful right now? Besides—his life, his choices. Somewhat… when he isn’t being forced to do something because of his bloodline and ranking.
The back door opens. A rush of damp, wintery air caresses Haruka’s face. Asao is holding a large black umbrella overhead as Haruka takes in the elegant brick structures surrounding them. The streetlights cast silver rays down the length of the road like spotlights on a dramatic stage. It’s quiet—only the peppery sound of rain on pavement.
They ascend the steps to the Duke of Oxford’s residence. Traveling the long distance from their home in Devonshire, they’ll be spending the night here. Tomorrow, they’ll travel to London to confront the purebred. The only other pureblooded vampire living in England aside from Haruka.
Civil wars and the Great Vanishing have wiped out every last purebred of British descent.
The tall blue door to the apartment swings open. Yellow light pours over them, making Haruka wince at the sudden contrast of bright illumination against darkness.
One manservant rushes out to relieve Asao of the large umbrella while a second stands at the door. He lifts his arm in a sweeping gesture. “Gracious master to the House of Hirano, welcome to Oxford. The duke and his family are in the banquet hall. Everyone is anxiously awaiting your arrival. This way, please, my lord.”
