Dreams of Imperial Blood: A Vampire Romance Short Story

By Alex Severin

All she wanted was to be loved and to give love. All her heart wanted was the same thing. But the scars of past hurt would not allow her to give herself to anybody.

But her heart cried out for what she would not, and the man who replied would change her live...for eternity.

6,000 words of pure, unapologetic, purple vampire romance!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Severin
• Release date: Apr 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458153272

Alex Severin

Alex Severin was born in the Scottish Highlands, but was transplanted to the Wild, Wild West of the USA in 2005. She writes short stories, novels, screenplays, and loves to write about things that both repel and fascinate. She's tried her hand at custom written erotica - and quite successfully too (never had a complaint,) but decided she needed a career change after the clown porn story. Don't ask. 'Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood' is Alex's debut novel and the first installment of the 'Vampire Vintage Series.'

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Dreams of Imperial Blood

A Vampire Romance Story

by Alex Severin

Approximately 6,000 words.

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Dreams of Imperial Blood

I dreamed of him.

Or maybe I just dreamed him.

Even now, sometimes I find it hard to believe he's real, that he is not just a figment of my over-active imagination.

After the last time, I resigned myself to being alone. The fear of being used and abused again was so great I decided solitude was preferable.

But being alone is not easy. My heart would plead with me, threaten that it would simply cease to beat and I would die if I refused to open it up and let some love into it once more.

But this was no real threat to me. I didn't care if it did cease to beat. My despair was so deep, sometimes I might have welcomed nothingness.

That night is still so vivid in my mind.

I went to my window, opened it, sat and gazed at the platinum glow of the moon. The stars sparkled like diamonds on the black velvet gown that was the night. They were brilliant. Dazzling.

I listened to the night's