Rule 1: Don’t Kill Dinner
There are three rules when it comes to being a vampire in New Orleans. Rule 1, Don’t kill dinner. Rule 2, Don’t feed from people you know. Rule 3, Don’t tell anyone. Not to hard, right? Wrong. Kenna is a new vampire filled with passion. Unfortunately, her passion becomes an uncontrollable lust for blood. Will Arthur be able to stop her feeding spree before the coven comes after her or is Kenna beyond saving.
“No. I mean it. I have a way to open new doors for you. Doors you could never imagine, to places you could never forget.” Oh, here we go. Of course he can’t be perfect and like me…He’s a nutter. I knew it was too good to be true, I thought to myself.
“I am not a nutter!” He said sounding offended.
“Oh crap. I said that out… wait, no I didn’t…”
“Kenna,” he turned toward me and held both of my hands in his, “I am… different. You don’t know how yet, but you will soon and I want you to have the same opportunity I did, to change your life for the better.”
“OK, I’ll bite. How are you different?” He laughed again at my remark and I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster, which was pretty hard considering how amazing he looked laughing.