Octavia, a human, appeared into this world with a mysterious past unknown to even her. Victor a cultured man of influential prestige was born a savage vampire. They should have never been but their attraction was so profound neither could deny their love.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He came to stand in front of her after hearing no more words of resistance cross her lips.
In a split second, he wished he could sire her and take her for his own. He wanted to tell her everything. This world, his world, about vampires, but he could not.
Victor gripped her face within his palms. “I cannot let you go. I will not,” he exhaled, caressing her lips. “But if you want me to, I will leave you be. Forever…”
“This is madness…” Octavia gazed up at him speechless. She tried to resist him, but the words of refute would not flow.
“And I cannot breathe when you are not near. I cannot think when you are not by my side. The last few days have been murderous knowing that I could not have you” He kissed her, not allowing her to refuse him.
He would never let her go.
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As he made his way towards the woods, Victor remembered that feeling of freedom. The night had always been his, to do what he wanted. Throughout the years, he’d missed being pure animal, but he had mostly missed the pursuit of a victim.
The chase—hearing the hurried pounding of staggering feet when a prey learns, at that very second, that vampires do exist. At that moment, nothing mattered but the sound of that beating heart as he’d zoned in on what would inevitably be a kill.
He’d let them run in the belief that they’d escaped this living nightmare, but it was a false hope Victor bestowed upon them. Cruel as it was, it was most exhilarating to listen to them scamper from afar.
Once captured, the rush soared through Victor’s icy veins when he saw the horrid fear in his captive’s eyes. Their pupils dilated. Their lips quivered. Their raspy breaths escaped. Some managed to scream, others choked on the lavish feast they had ingested. The more they feared, the more adrenaline filled their bodies, making the kill so much more exquisite. At the moment right before death, Victor always found it to be breathtakingly beautiful. Victor always had a way of picking the best hunts. His were always the ghastliest. The bloodiest. Young women were always his favorite to stalk and torture.
There was never a time when he didn’t have a different woman in his bed several nights a week. There were many women, and they were all at his disposal.
But the parties halted one treacherous night, so very long ago.
About the Author
Now she resides in Colorado with her husband and two feisty dogs. After many years of working in hospitals and travel nursing she took time off to pursue a career in writing. Her first novel “Connor” is in one of her favorite genres, young adult urban fantasy. Her second love is for horror of which she created the “Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess” series. This is just the start of her exploration as she stays locked up her office in Colorado spinning more tales.
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