Crimson Trial

There are three rules in this world.

1.) Vampires rule.
2.) Humans suffer.
3.) Never challenge the elite.

I should have followed Rule #3 and slept in a cardboard box during my college years, especially since most of the government are vampires. But nope. I'm cursed with a big mouth. When an opportunity to change my fate arises, I travel to Washington D.C to make my case. Yep, also known as Bloodsucker Central.

And then he shows up. The godlike, cruel, young vampire with the perfect body and hair. He threatens me, warning me to leave the city.

I refuse to go back to hell. The only way I, and many others, can have homes and a future is if I stay in this city and do something about it.

If only the ruling vampires hadn't lured me, and a hundred other young activists here to do something about us. This new world of luxury and power flows with blood. Turns out, we're on trial. I have to impress the vampires or die. And I already have enemies who want me dead.

And as if my luck couldn't get worse, he's back, stalking me.

Jeremy Haywood. The son of the President. And what he wants, he gets.

"You should have left. If you want to live, be my favorite victim. My donor. And maybe more. You're mine."