Blood Lovers

Contents
 
 BLOOD LOVERS
 DESCRIPTION
 CHAPTER ONE - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TWO - PAUL
 CHAPTER THREE - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER FOUR - PAUL
 CHAPTER FIVE - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER SIX - PAUL
 CHAPTER SEVEN - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER EIGHT - PAUL
 CHAPTER NINE - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TEN - RYET
 CHAPTER ELEVEN - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TWELVE - RYET
 CHAPTER THIRTEEN - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER FOURTEEN - RYET
 CHAPTER FIFTEEN - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER SIXTEEN - RYET
 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - RYET
 CHAPTER NINETEEN - PAUL
 CHAPTER TWENTY - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - RYET
 CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - RYET
 CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - PAUL
 CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - RYET
 CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - PAUL
 CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - RYET
 CHAPTER THIRTY - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER THIRTY ONE - PAUL
 CHAPTER THIRTY - TWO - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - RYET
 CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - SYRSEE
 CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - RYET
 CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX – SYRSEE
 CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN – RYET
 CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT – SYRSEE
 CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE – RYET
 CHAPTER FORTY – SYRSEE
 END OF BOOK SHIT
 ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 
 BLOOD LOVERS
 American Vampires, Book One
 Edited by RJ Locksley
 Cover Design by JA Huss
 Copyright © 2023 by JA Huss
 All rights reserved.
 ISBN-978-1-950232-98-7
 
 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 DESCRIPTION
 
 
 
 
 
 
 The old witch is dying and that means he needs a new one. 
 It also means that the protection I’ve had since birth is over now. The spell is dying right along with my grandma. The vampire will come for me.
 He must come for me.
 He will hunt me to the ends of the earth. 
 He will hunt me, and find me, and capture me, and drink me. 
 Over, and over, and over again until I am nothing but a dying woman, in a dirty nightgown, lying alone on a bed, in a room that smells like death. 
 Because if the old witch is dying, then he needs a new one. 
 And that’s me.
 This is my curse.
 I am the vampire’s power.
 I am the vampire’s strength.
 I am the vampire’s food.
 And he is very, very hungry.
 
 Blood Lovers is a dark, seductive journey into a world where the blood runs black, the dreams are purple, and the demons aren’t just dangerous, they’re beautiful. Masterfully told by New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss—it’s a book that will change the lore forever.
 
 CHAPTER ONE - SYRSEE
 
 
 
 If the old witch is dying, then he needs a new one.
 
 
 It’s New Year’s Eve, my grandma is dying, and there is a party going on all around me. The music is so loud the deck of the old, wooden porch is quaking beneath my boots and clumps of snow are sliding off the severely slanted roof with every beat. My hand is on the doorknob of the old cabin, ready to turn it and step inside, but I take a moment. My heart is thumping inside my chest with such vigor I have a sudden fear that I will pass out and wake up with the mouth of the vampire on my neck.
 It’s not an irrational fear. It’s a very real possibility. Because I am a Black witch, and I have the Black blood flowing through my veins, and he has been hunting me for this reason since I was born. 
 You’re fine, Syrsee. I say this over and over in my head. You’re fine.
 I’m not, really. I’m in a lot of danger pretty much twenty-four seven when I am outside the Guild walls. But I only have two choices here. Either go inside and say my goodbyes or let my grandma slip away into her dark hell, alone and afraid.
 And it’s not just letting her slip away alone and afraid. It’s letting her slip away thinking I hated her. Which I did, but I’m not sure I still do.
 Ten years is a long time. 
 That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen or spoken to her. 
 She came to my graduation from the Guild School, which is a boarding school for Guild members, obviously. They let me stay after my grandma abandoned me with them when I was seven. 
 Maybe ‘abandon’ is a strong word. She did take me there. She did arrange things. She did explain who and what I was so I didn’t have to hide anymore. So maybe ‘abandoned’ is a strong word.
 Then again, when you’re seven and your grandma leaves you with people who have been tasked with killing you and your kin for hundreds of years, maybe it’s not.
 Obviously, they didn’t kill me because I’m still here. They gave me a dorm room and an education. They gave me a home, actually. They gave me food, and friends, and adults who cared about what I was thinking and feeling. Hell, they even paid for my freaking college. 
 And she did that. She gave me up so I could have all that. 
 She saved me. Through some truce, and some magic, and, let’s face it, her own dark will—she saved me that day she walked out. 
 Because if ever there was a girl who needed saving, it’s me. I am made of darkness. Born of it. The Black blood flowing through my veins says this is true. 
 I should be dead. I should be rotting in Hell with the rest of my people. Or, at the very least, I should be living in squalor with the vampire’s teeth on my neck. I should be all these things, but I’m not. 
 And Grandma did that. 
 The intellectual side of me understands this. So I guess it wasn’t