Chapter 1: Moving
A sigh escaped my throat. I wished he would stop treating me as a child. I'm 102 years old, for Pete's sake. I'm old enough to start my own coven, if I had any idea how. Addie had told me that creating a coven was difficult if you weren't experienced enough. What experience? I jab my teeth into a random person's neck, wait a few days, and ta-da.
My coven is made up of seven people: The Leader, Nickolas, and his mate, Grace; then there was Derrick and his mate, Addie; then there was Amber, who didn't have a mate yet; and me and my mate, Nathaniel. Nathaniel had told me that he was positive that we were made for each other. That time, I didn't disagree.
A feeling of excitement came over me suddenly. I wondered why. It's not like I had anything to be excited about. New school, new teachers, new students, bla bla bla. The same old story, over and over again. I guess the excitement was from the possibility of something actually exciting happening while I lived in France. But I doubted it. Something exciting has never happened to me ever since I changed.
Nickolas told us that we would have to be on our best behavior. Since I was the newest to the coven, it would be the hardest for me. The sweet scent of the human's blood would probably drive me insane, or the closest I could get. That's the other reason why Nathaniel was in all of my classes: if I ever lost it, he would be there to hold me back.
Richard's coven made up of: Andrew, and his mate, Camille; Gregory, and his mate, Belle; Adam, and his mate, Tara; Oliver, and his mate, Arianna; and then Richard, and his mate, Vera.
The entire vampire community knew about Richard's coven. They called them, "The Midnight Ones," on account of that they seem darker and more violent than most vampires. No one messed with them. No one. It was like suicide. But Nickolas had. And because of that, our coven was on the run.
We would arrive in Lille by morning.