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Chapter one Shelly. Another freaking lunatic. After a year in business running a dating agency, I still got frustrated by pranksters or insane people who wrote out ridiculous application forms. This loser obviously had nothing better to do as he had filled up the entire questionnaire extensively. Most morons put a stupid name like Superman and then followed it up with swear words is the answer to every question seeing is this one had made an effort, and it was Monday morning and my coffee hadn't sunk in yet. I decided to sit back and read it. Perhaps I'd printed off for when I wrote my book at the end of my dating agency Career. Confessions of a Matchmaker name. Theodore Robert Landry. Date of birth. 1 January 18 91. Age 126. Hair black skin color. Alabaster height. Six feet two inches Weight. Perfect. Any distinguishing features? I'm a vampire, so things place of birth. Good acres, Farm with her and see East Yorkshire current Address The basement 27 Seaview Road. Wither and see. I was thrown out of my place of birth on becoming a vampire. I'm on a quest to win my home back, but currently my dual has not been accepted. They keep sending a policeman around to ask me to desist any family history of note. All deceased. I was the only family member to survive. The rest of my family were drained of their blood. It was difficult at first, but it's true. Time is a healer, I think fondly of them. Now. It's quite unusual for a newly turned vampire to kill their family members by accident. Favorite food. A classic O neg, preferably drunk, straight from the source. I know you don't ask blood type on your application. That may be something for you to consider for future ideal dating venue can only be after 8 p.m. Up until 4 a.m. To be on the safe side. A nice dark environment such as a park graveyard nightclub restaurant. I can eat human food, but it has no caloric value for me would be ideal reason for application. I have been trying to find a wife now for several years. I am extremely good looking and have a vast intellect due to my many years on this Earth. Unfortunately, when I discuss the fact my girlfriend would have to be turned into a vampire and be my wife long into the eternal light. They leave usually rather rapidly. I am therefore reaching out in these modern times to your dating agency. Your attack line promises to find your ideal partner my ideal partner. Preferably would be a vampire like myself, complete with no heartbeat. But should you not have such members on your books? Ah, beautiful human lady who is willing to be turned would suffice. Jesus high clicked on the attached photograph, fully expecting to see a **** pic. But instead there was a picture of a pale faced, god like creature. He couldn't be really, Because he was far too ******* hot. It would be a model shot. I quickly did a Google image search of the photo, but nothing came back interesting. At that point, the door burst open, making me upend my still hot coffee down my front I jumped up and down, doing the dance of the scalded, wafting my top and holding it away from my skin. Oh, God. Oh, ******* God, That's hot. That is ******* hot. Oh, my. He is ******* hot. Said my assistant and best friend Kim looking at my screen, you fanning yourself for coffee burn or for this stud muffin I want to share why you're an hour late. I had long ago learned to expect Kim when I saw her. She never missed appointment or meeting, but believed her hours were completely flexible. I got the chance for a Penis power, our so I took it, she said, unfazed. Anyway, go draw your top. While I read this application, I'm going to pop to Japanese downstairs and buy a new one. Screw it. Our office was situated above a boutique on a block that housed a cafe and a pet grooming salon. It was a great mix of female business owners, and we had a collective that met monthly female entrepreneurs do it with their colleagues. I have not had the heart to tell Jax from the cafe that it sounded all kinds of wrong. She was a sensitive soul and likely to close the cafe for a few days of upset, and no one needed a lack of coffee and cake. No one. I walked down the back stairs out to the rear of the property and through the front entrance of the shop. Ebony took one look at me and shook her head. I know Kim made me spill my coffee down myself. Oh, honey, Ebony said in her cut glass accent. Kimmy, did you a huge favor. That Top needs a cremation. R I p to the shapeless Penick, I groaned. Company was always trying to give me a makeover, and I just liked to keep things simple. Truthfully, I wasn't a power suit kind of girl. I prefer to meet clients looking like someone they felt comfortable to chat with intimately. It was through getting to know them, that I knew who to match them up with. I was amazing at my job and had one of the most successful dating agencies in England.