Chapter one

Maidstone, Kent

He looked around and sniffed the air, the cold midnight breeze hitting him straight in the face. It blew his hair back, and damaged her all too faint scent, but it didn't take him long to find it again.

To find her. He had to, if he couldn't, it would be the end of the purebloods as he knew it.

Her scent was wavering before him, yet she was so far away. And she was his own reincarnation, his property, however he'd never met her, seen her, in fact it was a miracle he knew her.

The only image he had of her was the one his mind had sculpted.

Then he saw a movement in the bushes and his blood ran cold. He watched slowly, frozen, as the creature moved and crawled out of the bushes. He relaxed when he saw his comrade, one that was also searching for her reincarnation.

The purebloods acknowledged each other before he spoke up.

"Do you know where the others are?" He asked, stiffly, watching her stand up straight and brush herself down gracefully, her smirk bloodstained, pointed with fangs.

"These little purebloods better be worth it," She said, licking the blood off of her fingers.

So, she had no idea where they were.

"They don't even know what vampires are, let alone that they really are." After pointing that out the female narrowed her eyes and growled. She moved around in her sixteen-year-old body angrily, sitting herself down on the bench carefully.

It was damp and the vampire didn't seem too happy about that.

Her scent was gone now anyway, it had escaped him once again. With a sigh he perched himself down next to Dusk and looked up at the sky, wondering just where she was, and how she was doing. What see looked like… and so much more.

She already knew about him. She'd been trying to find out just who he was for awhile.

His Rose.

Rose Bledmoore.

The rose whose petals continued to fall year after year and shorten his chances of meeting her. Helping her. Protecting her. Loving her…

Shorten the chances of her living her whole immortal life.

Dusk watched Knight carefully as the feelings flashed clearly across his face. She sighed sadly. It wasn't like she felt any different; he could at least try to hide it.

The night howled and Dusk and Knight vanished.