A chilling silence fell over the hall as soon as all the vampires present recognized her as the bad blood. Dahlia looked at them and there was nothing but distaste on their faces - distaste for her.
It struck Dahlia that nobody in here liked her. God, this was pathetic. Why was she participating in this damn competition in the first place when everyone hated her ass.
Oh right, she was trying to be happy with a vampire who didn't care for the loss of human life. Yeah, even though they had sex and all, what was the probability that he would even weep for her if anything happened to her as well.
"To what do we owe this pleasure, Bad Blood?" She heard a familiar voice that made her turn around to meet questioning silver eyes. It was the vampire king of course and his tone right now implied that he didn't want any of the present vampires knowing about his relationship with her.
As if.
