The Vampire Pirate's Daughter

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Book D
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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

This Smashwords Edition
published in July 2013

First published in April
2011

Copyright © Lynette Ferreira

The right of Lynette
Ferreira to be identified as the Author of the Work has been
asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and
Patents Act 1988

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it is published.

All characters in this
publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental

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Lynette Ferreira is also the
author of the following:

My Recycled Soul

When We Love

For-Never

William The Damned (A Vampire
Pirate)

SPAM (Would you take the
risk?)

Believe

Viral

New Dawn

Forever Young

All Over Again

Would you remember ME

Only in my Memories

In the End

What My Soul Does When I Am
Asleep

The Dark, Dark House

The Tokolosh

The Beginning of a Life
Misunderstood

My entry into the Abyss

My Child, My Life

Fifteen Seconds Ago

GASP!

She Loves Me … Not

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Lucas

For Shea Carlyle, Amy Trotter, Sinead Gouws, Taylor
Ferguson

and Rebecca Hadfield.

I heart the way you always nagged me for more
books.

I will always miss you!

“
Who wants to live
forever?”

When Susie turned sixteen, the
vampire virus which was dormant in her grew stronger and ate away
her human cells. Amanda and Shayne came to her rescue. She had to
either step over the final barrier to becoming a vampire or succumb
to the virus and die. However, when Amanda held her wrist, dripping
with blood in front of Susie’s mouth, she could not resist.

Two hundred years later, Susie is
lonely and bored. Shayne and Amanda have kept her safe and
protected her from life and from the savage vampires who have not
adapted to living in the light, and all Susie wants is to be
mortal. She wants to be like the meager mortals surrounding her and
be daring, to challenge death and to purposefully defy it. Most of
all though, she wants to experience love.

Her life takes many twists and
turns, and then she finds unconditional love where she never, ever
expected it to be.

I am bored and lonely.

The mega cup of coffee in my hand is cold,
while the sun shines hot down on my shoulders. I put my feet up
onto the supports of the chair across from me, and I keep my face
in the shade, because the brightness makes me pull my eyes together
and it gives me a headache.

I have been lost in my own thoughts, dreaming
of my past, for hours, looking absentmindedly at the people walk
past me. A million faces, all of them unfamiliar.

Then I see him and I sigh despondently, while
my eyes follow him sadly. His dark hair falls across his brow, and
his eyes look toward me, but they do not see me. He walks past me
and toward the group of kids standing in front of the cinema. They
greet each other laughingly. He must feel my eyes on him, as he
turns and looks over his shoulder. I continue staring, but still he
does not see me.

Although I am only sixteen, I have never
experienced romance. I have seen it many times. I have experienced
it through the people I see walking along a river. I have longed
for someone to look into my eyes and know that they only see me.
Someone to whisper softly in my ear that they only want me, and
that they love only me.

I have an instinct that tells me it would be
great to have someone love me. I wonder what it would feel like to
grow old. To be like the meager mortals around me, to roll a dice,
to live on the edge, to be daring and know that it might kill me. I
have been around the world. I have seen the world change. I have
had a million different hairstyles, fashions. I belong a hundred
miles from anyone, but there is a yearning inside of me and I need
to know what it feels like to fall in love. To tumble head over
heels in love, and to have someone stumble for me. I wonder how it
feels to love someone unconditionally as I have read so many times
in books.

The server walks toward me again and this
time she smiles when she catches my eye. She has been around to my
table a few times this morning, but I have ignored her on
purpose.

I smile up at her now. “The bill please.”

She opens her leather folder and she places a
slip on my table.

I lean down to get my bag, where I left it
lying on the floor next to my table and I pick it up onto my lap.
After pulling the zipper open, I dig into the bag, which is
hopelessly too big and impractical. Eventually I find my purse and
then I take out a few notes and smile toward the server who has
stepped away. She comes toward me again and I give her the
money.

She says friendly, “Thank you. Please come
again.”

Smiling in return, I push the chair I am
sitting on backwards and then I get up.

If Shayne could hear my thoughts now, not
that he can, he would be upset. He loves his extended life, but I
am bored and lonely. There is nothing I can do, nothing exciting.
What fun is there in bungee jumping, when you know that you would
never die? Is the action of jumping down an impossibly high bridge
with only a rubber band attached to the ankle, not ultimately,
purposefully defying death?

I walk away to the parking area and toward my
car. When I am close enough to my car, I press the button on my
remote and I can hear the doors unlocking from a distance away - a
loud popping noise. I get into the car and back it out of the
parking spot. After I pay for my parking ticket, I drive the short
distance home.

We live in a gated security estate. We moved
here a month ago, after we came here on holiday a year ago. The
crime is so high and nobody seems to care if people go missing, it
does not even reach the newspapers, so it is easy for us to
maintain our lifestyle without suspicion falling on us too quickly.
It is not so difficult getting what we need to sustain us in modern
times. It used to be that people were more frightened and wary of
strange things, but these days there are actually people who want
to be like us. There are people who commit worse crimes on a daily
basis. We kill for survival, while there are those who kill for
absolutely no purpose.

I stop in front of our house. It is a double
storey building and the neighbors live hopelessly too close. The
spaces the houses are built in are limited, and sometimes I miss
the wide-open spaces of long ago. Peering briefly into the large
Koi fish tank standing to the left of our house, I walk toward our
front door, which has a large elephant carved into it. I push the
heavy door open and I can hear the television on in the back.

I walk through the house toward the
sound.

In the living room, I see Shayne sprawled
across a chair. The large brown leather chairs are wide enough to
sleep on and you cannot help it when your body naturally gravitates
horizontally onto them.

I look at Shayne amused. Sometimes I think
he is only fooling himself, saying that he is still enjoying
himself. I am sure that sometimes though he must also feel that
sense of purposelessness and now I can see the boredom on his
strong face. He has a prominent nose, which he always refers to as
his roman-tic profile. His clipped reddish brown hair is short in
the back and on the sides, and then he likes to gel the front so
that it looks like bed hair. I have told him a million times that
this has gone out of fashion, but he likes to say that he does not
follow fashion, and that he is a trendsetter.

“Where is Amanda?” I ask him.

He looks up lazily. “Didn’t you see her at
the mall?”

“No.”

“She left about an hour ago, to go shopping.
I do not know what she wants to do with more clothes.”

“You mean shoes.” I sit down on the single
chair.

He is watching a National Geography show
about sharks and I join him, but I only stare blankly at the
screen. I have swum with sharks before, so the show is
uninteresting, because I know everything there is to know about
sharks already.