Willow Faron was a girl with big dreams. She dreams of helping people and making sure they would come home to their parents after helping them at her clinic in Portland, Oregon. But the day after she opened her clinic/home, she found it robbed, and her robber was a vampire. 

Caught between two worlds and forced to serve the vampire as their only human doctor under a Blood Oath, Willow’s dreams have turned away with the setting sun. Only the vampire in question draws her further and further into the Underground, a fantastical world where myths and fairy tales come to life.

And what’s more, Willow doesn’t want to say no.

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Heaven help her. 

Willow didn’t know what came over her. She didn’t know why she did why she pressed her palm against Lilith, and ‘kissed’ her.

Was it the night's events making her frisky? Or was it simple desire?

Willow didn’t know, and she didn’t care. 

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Venipuncture is written by Damon Day, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.



Venipuncture

An idea came to mind, and Willow leaned forward. 


“So, just to be clear, you want to…expose the Underground to the mundane world at large, right?”


At that, Moorehouse raised a brow. “Mundane?”


“Ah, sorry.” Willow forced a smile. “That’s just what these…” She paused for a moment, as she was trying to think of the best way to describe them. “Creatures,” she settled. “Call our world.”


“Ah, strange,” Moorehouse frowned. “That implies they view themselves as fantastical. A fair bit of self-awareness, it must be noted.”


“Even so,” Willow shrugged. “I have to say, you’ve gone to a lot of trouble when you could’ve just asked.”


Moorehouse’s frown grew. “I’m sorry?”


“Do you know how I know this vampire? This sub-human filth?” 


*Filth* was the right word, but it left her mouth, it made Willow want to gag. It was vile, like she was spitting out garbage with each lie she told. But the lie had to remain if this were to work.


Chapter 23: No More