Vampire Rogue The Vampire Legacy Book Three

Vampire Rogue

Sheri Kurtz

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ISBN: 10: 154630908X

ISBN-13: 978-1546309

Acknowledgment

The background photo used for the cover of this book was taken by Jennifer Kurtz.

Dedications

First, I would like to thank my wonderful PA, Lisa. You have been a blessing to me and I can never thank you enough.

Kelly and Jodi, you have been a God send to me. You’ve helped me with my writing adventure for many years and I hope to have you around for many more years.

To my beta readers, Becky, Kelly, Jodi, Liz, Lisa and Amanda, thank you for your feedback and helping me to make this book the best it can be.

To my wonderful family. My husband, Tracy, you have yet again put up with me sitting in front of my computer for hours, typing away. Your feedback on this book is a welcome blessing. Thank you for standing by me through this. I love you more than you will ever know.

My little man and beautiful girl. You two are my hearts and I can’t wait to sit down and write our books together. I love you both.

Mom, your never-ending support is priceless. Thank you for all you do, not just with my writing, but with life as a whole.

To my sister-in-law, Jennifer. The picture you took for my cover has made it look amazing. I hope your work is recognized by the right people. Love you.

Prologue

I woke up in bed after being slammed in the chest by who knows what. I had no idea what I was thinking when I decided to go after the rogues to save Ty. I remembered seeing the look of fear in Kat’s eyes when she realized he had been taken. Before I knew what I was doing, I was gone. Thankfully, Shawn and Adams were there to save my ass from my own stupidity.

The smell of coffee invaded my thoughts as I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking over what had happened and feeling amazed that each snowflake really was different. I could get used to this sight improvement. No more contacts for me. The improved hearing was going to be a pain to get used to, though. I could hear Ty and Kat talking a few rooms down. The pain shooting through my chest hurt more than what the rogue had done to me. I didn’t know why I thought I could win Kat over by saving my competition.

I couldn’t take any more of their conversation so I decided to go see what everyone else was doing. Getting up off the bed, I threw on some clothes and headed for the door. I found out the hard way that I can move faster now than before; I won't be knocking any chairs over with my speed, however, I still have a lot to learn. I wanted to join in on the festive cooking but couldn’t keep my hands off the food. After being chased out several times by Mom and Casey, Kat joins in to help cook and run me off, I decided it might be best to savor the smells from the dining room. But the urge to try and swipe some goodies won the fight. Christmas dinner was always one of my favorite meals but this year, the smell was enough to make me go insane. I almost got away with swiping a roll but with two more experienced vampires and my mother in there, I should have known better. Dad and Shawn finally pulled me out and put me on the couch.

Anyway, I’m rattling on when I should be getting on with it. The first six months were pretty good. Mainly because I had moved to another state and avoided going home so I wouldn’t get any news about Kat and Ty. I was also enjoying my new vampire senses and used them to my advantage. I would go out to clubs and bars and listen out for women that showed an interest in me. Some I would have a one night stand with, some I would just feed from then manipulate their memory so when they woke up, the headache would be passed off as a hangover.

A year had gone by and I had started to feel homesick. I missed my parents. What am I talking about? I missed having Kat to talk to. I bowed out with what little pride I had left and couldn’t go back. The pain from the loss of her that I had caused myself was becoming more than I could handle. My anger would come to the surface; putting me at risk of losing control. I talked to my parents once a week, worked out at the gym four days and worked a full-time job trying to get my mind off of Kat and Ty. Then I decided to be stupid and logged on to that blasted social media addiction, biggest mistake of my life. I saw a post from Kat saying they were expecting a child. I avoided logging on just for that reason. I should have deleted it as soon as I left but mom begged me not to. She convinced me by saying one day I’ll get over it and want to keep in touch with family and friends that way. I guess you could say I wasn’t over it yet. I deleted the account and smashed my phone into the wall. It’s safe to say that this is when the shit hit the fan. I didn’t care anymore. I lost the only girl I had ever loved and there was no hope of having a chance with her. Tyler had won. Deep down I knew the moment I met him that he would be her forever, I just didn’t want to admit it. Now I had no choice.

That’s when I decided that if I had to be a vampire, then I was damn well going to act like one. I lived my life during the night. Making high-class night clubs my hunting grounds, dressing in a black suit, black shoes and adding a little color with shirts and ties of either blue or purple. The rare times I hunted outside of the clubs, I rarely wiped the minds of my victims, leaving them where they landed. Concern of becoming rogue never crossed my mind.

Chapter One

Shit, bad choice. This chick is so high on drugs she could jump in the 747 that just flew over at 30,000 feet. How did I miss that?

Standing up, I leave her where she is, right in the alley I found her in. I’ve got to get this nasty taste out of my mouth so I head out to find a food joint. Disappointed in my choices, I open the door to a choke and puke. Considering how late it is, this is the only place open. But still, this nasty food has to be better than the horrid taste of crack laced blood.

Will this be for dine in or carry out, sir? The perky woman behind the counter has me frozen in place. Her eyes look so much like Kat’s, pain clenches my chest.

Seeing her uncomfortable smile pulls me back to reality. Forcing a smile, I order a meal and drop a ten on the counter. After she hands me the change and a cup, I walk away to get my drink. Shaking my head to clear it, I fill the cup to the brim with sweet tea.

Finishing up with my meal, I decide it wasn’t a total waste of money. After all, I no longer have the taste of rancid blood. If I had to take a guess, I would say it’s the tea that saved my taste buds from extreme torture. Rather than being nasty, this time the food was bland; offering no replacement to capture my senses.

My phone starts playing a warning ringtone letting me know one of my parents is calling. I slide the icon over to the rejection side and drop my phone in my pocket. I’m not sure why they would be calling this late, but I’m not really in the mood to find out. I don’t want to hear the tidbits about Kat and Ty they tend to sneak into the conversation even though I have repeatedly asked them not to.

A satisfied smile creeps out as the tires of my 2012 Ford Mustang squeal. Dad would have scolded me for burning rubber off the tires but he isn’t here to nag me. Racing down highway 138 at 30 over the speed limit, I jerk the steering wheel to catch the on-ramp for interstate 75. I put the peddle to the metal, blowing the doors off slower cars as I make my way to Atlanta. It’s time I find some none drug-laced blood. I contemplate where I want to hunt tonight, out of the club's there, there are three I like the best.

Walking into the lobby of a nearby hotel, I go unnoticed as I head to the restroom to change into a black suit with a dark blue shirt and light blue tie. Coming out is a whole different story. Adoring looks from the ladies are then followed by angry glares from their husbands.

I speed down Piedmont Avenue. Slowing down just enough to make the turn, I swing into the parking lot of my chosen night club. Slipping into a parking space, I notice the place is already thumping. I linger in the car for a bit to give a mysterious demeanor to those still outside; letting them wonder who the mystery person is. Opening the door, I step out and scan the crowd.

With my head held high and an air of indifference, I saunter to the door. I feel eyes on me as the ladies follow me with their gazes. As I reach the door, I hear sighs and a few hormone induced moans coming from the group waiting to go in. Keeping with my game, I give a slight nod and enter the club. That’s a benefit to giving the appearance of importance; with no lines to wait in. I may not be rich, but I know how to conserve my money. It helps not needing or wanting much that cost money. Leaves plenty of room for play. And I do mean play. When I hunt at high-class clubs, I tend to play with my food first.

I’m hit with a variety of colors as I enter. Bright reds, pinks, blues, yellows, and greens light up the building. Hospital white chairs provide seating at raised tables for the party goers. Couches, booths, and chairs in the same hospital white line the club. Coffee tables surrounded by chairs and