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    Fallen Tears: Blood Crave, #1.5
    Fallen Tears: Blood Crave, #1.5
    Fallen Tears: Blood Crave, #1.5
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    Fallen Tears: Blood Crave, #1.5

    By Christina Channelle

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    All she wanted was a family. All he wanted was to feel human. This is a story about an orphaned girl and the lonely vampire she meets under a bridge.

    A chance meeting that changes their lives forever.

    Fallen Tears. The companion novella to the Blood Crave series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristina Channelle
    Release dateAug 18, 2013
    ISBN9780992076511
    Fallen Tears: Blood Crave, #1.5
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    Christina Channelle

    Christina Channelle is the author of Young Adult and New Adult Fiction, her series including Four Letters and Blood Crave. She’s happily addicted to coffee, being surrounded by nature, and the art of decluttering. She’s also partial to quartz crystals and writing about angsty girls who may or may not have a potty mouth.

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      Fallen Tears - Christina Channelle

      Chapter 1

      12 years ago

      HE LOOKS LIKE A DEMON warrior.

      That was the first thought that crossed twelve-year-old Rowan Miller’s mind as her eyes caught sight of the dark, foreboding figure standing before her.

      Eyes closed, she had been lying on the cold, wet grass. Water slowly seeped through her already chilled body while her dark, curly locks surrounded her head like a halo. Her hands felt like blocks of ice as she squeezed them into fists, then switched to rubbing her fingers together. She hoped she could get them warm—if only a little bit. The night had been cruel, both rain and the harshness of the wind taunting Rowan where she lay, as if mirroring the two feelings consuming her.

      Anger.

      Sadness.

      She tried conjuring up more blissful memories from her past. The feeling of hot sand between her toes as she raised her head to the intensely bright sun; the sound of sweet laughter erupting from her friends as she attempted to mimic their English teacher’s penguin-like gait; the overwhelming taste of hot fudge sundae after a long bike ride on a warm summer day.

      The look of adoration on her father’s face as he applauded vigorously during her dance recital.

      These memories briefly pierced her mind but it was difficult to forget her reality. These thoughts provided only a weak mirage to where she really was.

      As it happened, she was alone in the dark, seeking shelter underneath a bridge from the harsh weather.

      Rowan wrapped her arms tightly around herself, trying her best to forget the fact that she was chilled to the bone. The whirling sound of the wind continued on as the rain pounded all around her.

      She tried forgetting the fact that she couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering, or that her body wouldn’t stop shaking. The fact that her stomach was in so much pain—empty because her last meal had been twenty-four hours prior. It had been half of a sandwich left behind on a restaurant table by someone. They had gotten up to go to the washroom when she quickly snatched the food.

      As the rain persisted, Rowan tried to forget that she was all alone in this world.

      That was what she had been thinking when she suddenly felt she was no longer alone. It was a new kind of presence, bringing an even deeper chill to the already cold air.

      Rowan instantly stilled where she rested, her body on high alert. The streets had been unkind to her and she quickly learned it was necessary to be cautious at all times.

      For the past three months, she’d been on her own, struggling to manage life on the streets since her father passed. It wasn’t easy, especially at such a young age, but she had quickly grown up in that time. Running away from a system that she truly detested, she’d fled to this unknown city, hoping it would be better than the emotional abuse she received at the numerous foster homes where she had stayed.

      Anything was better than that.

      Bringing her mind back to the present, her eyes opened to reveal a man standing by her feet. Although the night was dark, she instantly locked gazes with his equally dark eyes as he stared down at her in complete and utter silence. A lingering stillness overtook the two as they continued to stare at one another, Rowan’s eyes slowly widening with fright.

      Her body silently shook, racing with thoughts of how to escape. But as she tried to get up her body wouldn’t—or rather couldn’t—move. It was as if his eyes had somehow cast a spell on her and she was literally frozen to the spot. Her mind struggled against her immobile body with no success. It carried on like that, this stillness, until he finally spoke.

      I too, am alone in this world.

      It was then that she realized she hadn’t been breathing since she first laid eyes on him. Rowan exhaled sharply and took a shaky breath in. Slowly letting her breath out once more, she tried calming her beating heart as she listened to the sound of his smooth, almost lyrical voice. His voice was soothing and seemed to instantly wake her up from the trance she was briefly in.

      Still lying on her back, she gingerly shook her head from side to side against the damp grass.

      What just happened?

      Her body now unlocked, she immediately sat up. Quickly moving her feet beneath her, old sneakers dug harsh holes into the ground. Crouching low, she knew she had to get away from him, shuffling her feet backwards. She didn’t take her eyes away from him as she slowly retreated.

      Her spine abruptly butted up against cold concrete, the inner wall of the bridge. She realized she had nowhere else to go as her eyes darted frantically in every direction.

      It was at that moment of defeat that she finally registered the words he’d said. 

      I too, am alone in this world.

      Her body all at once started to tremble. Her heart pounding strong against her ribcage, a sense of discomfort brewed deep within her chest.

      She no longer felt the cold.

      There’s no reason to be alarmed. He stood there casually as if they were just talking about the weather.

      She finally managed to find her voice. Are you reading my mind? Brown eyes wide, she screeched the words, staring incredulously up at him. As she spoke, he stepped closer. Rowan was now able to get a clearer view of him in the dark.

      He was frightening—almost ambiguous looking—as Rowan had never seen anyone quite like him. But he was also pleasing to the eyes, his face, as if carved from stone. Almost too perfect. She blushed slightly as her eyes took in each individual feature: his strong nose, high cheekbones, and perfect lips. He looked to be somewhere in his twenties. Long midnight hair went just past his broad shoulders, yet seemed to envelope him like a cloak. Looking into his eyes, she noticed they were dark—as hard and black as ebony. They were accentuated by thick black eyebrows against his pale, pale skin. He wore black pants with just a simple dark vest, his skin almost glowing in comparison, and a contrast to Rowan’s own tawny-toned

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