Vampire Lies (Blood and Snow Season Book 1)
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VAMPIRE LIES
Book 1 ~ Blood and Snow Season Two
By:
RaShelle Workman
www.rashelleworkman.com
THE BLOOD AND SNOW WORLD ORDER
Blood and Snow
Revenant in Training
The Vampire Christopher
Blood Soaked Promises
Prey and Magic
Masquerade’s Moon
Seal of Gabriel
Telltale Kisses
Love Bleeds
Eye of Abernathy
Resolved to Rule
Vampire Ever After
Cindy Witch
The Hunter’s Tale
Gabriel
After the Kiss
The Cindy Chronicles
Vampire Lies
A Beauty So Beastly
RASHELLE’S BOOKS
Sleeping Roses
Across the Ages
Exiled (Immortal Essence #1)
Beguiled (Immortal Essence #2)
Dovetailed (Immortal Essence #3)
The Immortal Essence Series: The Omnibus Collection
Includes Exiled, Beguiled, Dovetailed, and the short stories, Aligned and Zaren's Travels
Blood and Snow 1:
Blood and Snow, Revenant in Training, The Vampire Christopher, Blood Soaked Promises
Blood and Snow 2:
Prey and Magic, Masquerade's Moon, Seal of Gabriel, Telltale Kisses
Blood and Snow 3:
Love Bleeds, Eye of Abernathy, Resolved to Rule, Vampire Ever After
Blood and Snow
Includes the twelve volumes in the first season
Blood and Snow: The Omnibus Collection
Includes all 12 volumes in the first season of Blood and Snow as well as the short stories: Cindy Witch, The Hunter's Tale, Gabriel, After the Kiss
The Cindy Chronicles
Witch Magic
Witch Land
Witch Time
Witch Kiss
Witch Love
Witch End
Vampire Lies
(book 1 Blood and Snow Season 2)
A Beauty So Beastly (the Beastly series #1)
Short stories:
Blood and Snow Short Stories
Includes Cindy Witch, The Hunter's Tale, Gabriel, After the Kiss
Cindy Witch (Blood and Snow)
The Hunter's Tale (Blood and Snow)
Gabriel (Blood and Snow)
After the Kiss (Blood and Snow)
Zaren's Travels (Immortal Essence)
Vampire Lies
Blood and Snow Season 2 ~book 1
Copyright © RaShelle Workman
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Main Menu
Cover
RaShelle’s Books
The Blood and Snow World Order
Author’s Note
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Afterword
Across the Ages
A Beauty So Beastly
Contact information
About the Author
Author’s Note
Vampire Lies is the first book in the second season of Blood and Snow. As you know, in the first season I released one volume every two to four weeks. If you haven’t read the first season, please do so. It will make your reading experience so much more enjoyable.
In season two I’m going to release one book, which is the equivalent to four volumes every few months.
I chose to do it this way for two reasons. 1) I hoped it would be seen as a savings to my faithful readers who spent ninety-nine cents for each volume in Season One, and 2) I want to see how it goes.
If I like this way better and you like this way better, then I’ll continue to release four volumes at once. Either way let me know. I value your opinion.
(((HUGS)))
Enjoy!
Dedication
This book is dedicated to those who love vampires, magic, and twisted fairy tales.
Acknowledgements
I start out with an idea. Shape it. Write it. And then turn it over to amazing people who help make it into something great. For this book those people are: Andrea Garcia, Jen Hendricks, Ali Cross, and my incredibly awesome Street Team. I <3 each of you!
Prologue
“The vampire child is not performing as expected. She doesn’t care about her destiny or the fate of her kind. She’s a total disappointment.” He slithered his body around the vast darkness that was everywhere and nowhere. The inkiness seemed to expand and contract, like breathing, around them.
“There is always our first inclination.” She glided beside him, producing an orb of light, just big enough so they could see each other. Not that it was necessary, but she liked the way it shimmered.
“Destroy all magical creatures and start over?” he asked.
She slithered around him. Their eyes locked for several seconds or days. Time meant nothing. “They are ours to do with as we please. Why not?” she finally added.
He sighed. “I’m tired.”
She bobbed in agreement. “Perhaps we should sleep for a few thousand years. The way these creatures are, we won’t miss anything.”
He nodded. “I like the sound of that. But first…” He trailed off.
She smiled. “You want to watch her fail.” It was a statement. She knew him as well as she knew herself.
“Yes. It shouldn’t take too long.”
“Right.” She blinked slowly. “Especially if we help her along and I have the perfect solution. A vampire with a craving for
revenge.”
His mouth curved into a cruel smile. “I like the sound of that.”
Chapter 1
Hours before my life changed forever, my day began like any other. I woke, climbed out of bed and stretched my wings, showered, dressed, and then flew out my window to explore Sharra with my best friend.
We’d already helped a fairy lift a particularity heavy caterpillar onto the branch it intended to use as a home for its chrysalis. We also assisted an ogre in its desperate quest to reach some juicy berries at the top of a rather large tree. Now we were seated on the stone ledge at the top of my tower waiting for the sun to rise.
“Jasmine. Come inside. We have a lot to do today.” My mom stuck her head and shoulders out my window. Her head turned from side to side as she searched the sky. She wouldn’t find me though, because I sat directly above her.
I sighed heavily. “Fine.”
My mom gasped and craned her neck. “You scared the light right out of me.” She clutched a hand to her neck.
“Sorry.” I tried to sound genuine.
“Uh-huh. Inside, please.”
But instead of obeying, I spread my large black wings and shot into the sky, enjoying the rose scented air.
“Young lady.”
My mom always called me that when I frustrated her. I turned to see the emotion on her face so I could gauge just how upset she was, but she no longer stood in the window. I smiled to myself.
Part of the landscape was immersed in shadow. It was right before dawn, my favorite time of day, when life stretched itself awake.
“Hurry please,” my mom shouted from somewhere in my room.
I pretended not to hear, flying further away from her and closer to the forest behind the castle. Pixilettes busied themselves. They were in charge of the seasons. Soon it would be autumn and they needed to gather seedlings to store until the following spring.
“Will you drink unicorn blood today?” Sabrina asked, her little pixilette wings fluttering near my ear. She was dressed from head to toe in different tones of purple. Her dress was the color of lilacs and her tiny shoes were the shade of ripened plums. Lavender wings beat and fluttered at her back.
If Sabrina weren’t my best friend, I would’ve told her it was none of her business whose blood I drank. But she and I had been close for more than ten years. We did everything together. Without her, I’d go crazy.
“I don’t know.” I spun in a circle, enjoying the gentle breeze on my face. Unicorn blood was my favorite, but I took what I was given based on offerings from the different magics within Sharra.
Sabrina shook. It freaked her out that I was a blood drinker.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure your blood is much too sweet for my tastes.” I winked to let her know I was teasing.
She giggled nervously, the sound like tinkling bells. “I’m not worried,” she replied. I could tell it was only a little lie. She glanced away, running her tiny fingers through her violet hair that was the same color as my eyes.
I waved off my irritation. There were plenty of vampires in Sharra. They all drank blood, just like me, but only the blood of animals and the vampires never killed them. It was one of the first laws the new Vampire Queen decreed when she became ruler.
As the only Original Vampire, I required more than the others. In order to grow and thrive, I required the blood of magical creatures. It powered my magic and kept me healthy.
Early morning sunlight broke through the clouds, basking the land in orange and pink hues. Warmth tickled my skin and I lifted my face toward the light.
“Can you hang out today?” Sabrina asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“I’m sure I can.” I held out my hand. Sabrina flew forward, landing on my palm. “I’ll find you—”
“Jasmine!”
I jerked back at the sharpness in my mom’s voice, knocking over Sabrina. She tumbled through the air for the briefest moment until she righted herself.
“Coming, Snow,” I retorted with sarcasm.
Sabrina giggled. “You’re going to be in big trouble for that, princess.”
I gulped, knowing my mom didn’t like it when I called her by her first name. “Nah.” I lifted my chin. “But I’d better go.”
“Yeah, you should.” She waved and then took off toward the forest.
I watched her until she’d nearly reached the other pixilettes. Then I flew to my window ledge, folded my wings at my back and jumped inside.
“Hey, mom.” I rushed past her toward the bathroom.
Mom was standing near my bed, her hands on her hips, looking ferociously beautiful. Her sleek black hair was the exact color of mine. It was pulled back and in a bun at the nape of her neck. She wore a bright yellow gown trimmed in red and blue. On her head was a crown befitting the Vampire Queen.
“How many times have I asked you not to call me Snow?” She followed me, her skirt swishing with each step.
Ciana, the vampire who’d helped raise me, sat in her rocking chair, knitting something. She looked to be in her early twenties, but from stories she told me of when she was human, she was probably three hundred, give or take a decade. Ciana wore her long blonde hair in a bun on the crown of her head. Her dress was long and looked confining. She owned the same dress in three colors, brown, gray, and navy blue. The dress accentuated her tiny waist.
When I was younger she was so full of life. We always had fun together doing little things like chasing butterflies, planting crops, and digging up worms. Of course I never ate the food, but my dad did and I’d enjoyed doing things for him with Ciana.
In the past few years, her demeanor had changed. She’d grown despondent. At first I tried to make her happy, but nothing seemed to help, so I stopped. But she was loyal, a rare find in Sharra, and I wouldn’t dismiss her.
I shrugged. “It’s your name, isn’t it? You’re Snow White, the Vampire Queen.”
When I was seated at a chair in front of the vanity, she came to stand behind me. “Most importantly, I’m your mother.”
She leaned down, our heads side by side and she squeezed my shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with love. I studied our reflections, once again astonished by our similarities. We both had black hair, though mine had a streak of teal in it; and the shape of our faces and our high cheekbones were the same. Our lips had the same sort of thickness and we were the same height.
There were differences too. Her eyes were an unusual color, reflecting the various hues within the spectrum of the seven magics while mine were always violet. My skin was naturally tanner than hers. And then, of course, there was the huge difference between us. I had wings, obnoxiously large wings that protruded from my back like those of a giant black bird.
Although they weren’t my parents in the traditional sense that I didn’t come from my mother’s womb, I still considered them my mom and dad.
I was born of a gem created by their blood and the combination of the seven magics. My parents told me that their love for each other and their love for me brought me from the gem.
Sometimes, especially when I assisted my mom with the birth of an animal, it made me to sad to realize I wasn’t born the same way, that I was different from every other known creature. My mom and dad always tried their best to make me feel wanted and loved, and most of the time I did. But sometimes I got lonely.
“There are several meetings you must attend today so hurry, please. I want to make sure you’ve fed before we start.”
“Okay.” I dabbed some perfume Heathcliff brought for me from the human world. The smell was warm and sweet and I loved it. Almost as much as I loved getting the magazines and music that Uncle Sebastian gave me. It was always my favorite day when one of my uncles or Professor Pops visited.
“Jasmine,” my mom snapped.
I put the lid back on the perfume and glanced at my mom. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t trust me. Why she thought I would pounce on the first warm-blooded creature I encountered. Sure, it’d been a problem when I was little. My hun
ger would take over and more than once I sank my fangs into something or someone I shouldn’t. But that’d been years ago. Couldn’t she see I was no longer a child but a grown woman. In a few weeks I would turn sixteen. Could I use some blood? Yes. Was I at the point where I’d pounce for it? Not even close. I squeezed some lotion on my hands and rubbed it into my arms. My mom seemed to be getting more and more impatient.
Zenny appeared in the mirror and clapped his hands together. “My two most favorite vampires.”
“Zenny. Good morning.” My mom nodded a hello.
“Hey Zen. Way to rock plaid and polka-dots.”
He crossed his arms and popped a hip. “You know it.”
I covered the smile trying to wriggle its way from my lips with my hand.
Zenny always wore crazy outfits that somehow totally worked on him. Today he had on navy blue and orange plaid pants. They were tight and stopped just above his ankles. His shoes were orange as was his button down shirt, which was covered in small navy polka dots. The collar was up and he wore a white t-shirt underneath. His hair was cropped short and just as bright orange as his shoes.
“Zenny, we don’t need your assistance today. I’ve already picked out her dress and her makeup—”
I glared, unhappy my mom thought it was okay to choose what I wore. “I want him here. Why don’t you go? I’ll meet you in the dining hall in a few minutes.”
Her face fell. “Of course.”
Guilt tore through my insides. I knew my mom meant well. And while it wasn’t her intention to be annoying and bossy, she kind of was. All the time.
She walked to the bathroom doorway and paused. “Please wear the dress I’ve chosen. I’ve pulled it out and it’s waiting for you in your closet.”