Victor pushed back the curls that fell across her face.Then his hands read her figure as if braille. Octavia held her palms up at her sides and braced herself for the wrath that came in the form of this man.
“You are mine to take,” He nuzzled against her ear. She uttered no words of disavowal as he spoke seductively, for he was indeed serious. “If you are my damnation then I say let both heaven and hell come for us for I will never let you go, Octavia. Not even in death.” He kissed her with all the held back emotions imposed upon him when he was not able to touch her.
Victor, once a faithful vampire, must flee America in order to protect his love Octavia, a woman that should have never been. They are being relentlessly hunted by the elite members of the Cabalistis under the direct order of their eldest vampire, Ciprian. Through their world-wind travels, Victor must protect Octavia, even though neither has a clue of what she truly is. Yet in shielding her, Victor’s past resurfaces and with it comes the tainted mindset that gave him the long forgotten title of Barbarian.
“I swear to you that I will never let anyone harm you, Victor. I will die for you,” Octavia promised and with those words. Victor fell to his knees, placed his face on her stomach and held tightly to his soul.
Though Victor will do anything to keep Octavia safe, can he truly trust her? Will Octavia’s creator force her into betraying Victor? Above all, will Victor’s past come back to haunt him?
Nikolai Von Mort
The Falcon, a most stern pirate ship, splashed down on the angry oceanic rapids that held no mercy against the keel of the vessel. The swirling winds howled most aggressively as it fought against the ship’s sail. The men tirelessly fought to keep their steady navigation, but the sea was not in a mood to be sailed on this day. Several riggers had already fallen to their deaths from the high spar above. One would think that nature was telling the Falcon to turn back, that they were not welcomed in the direction they were headed but they trudged onward. The seaman held onto the side rails or whatever they could grip as not to fall overboard for the high waves unforgivingly splashed onto their temporary home. The pirates needed to keep the hull free of seaweed and other marine life to maintain the ship’s resilience.
A schooner such as this was known for its speed and the narrow hull which allowed them to hide away for a sneak attack against their prey. None but smugglers, murderers, runaways and the kind boarded a vessel such as this. The captain was the most aggressive amongst them all. He being the ugliest, the meanest of the crew and even though he donned naval gear, no doubt stolen, he was no gentleman. On this ship, there was supposed to be none worse than he. But in fact, there was one, a soulless creature, a monster that put the fear of the devil in the captain and he was far from religious.
Nikolai Von Mort stood between a pile of dead men and the petrified captain of the Falcon. A victim, he just fed on, fell from his grasp and slid down onto the deck floor to lay next to the rest of Nikolai’s zealous kills. The metallic stench of blood and death that radiated off the boat was insulting to one’s nares, but to Nikolai, it smelled most divine, like perfume. After licking his lips that dripped with blood, he took a bandana out from his breast pocket to rid the rest of the evidence from his fingers. The greedy vampire glowered at Captain Stone as he steered the ship with nervous precision. Nikolai could hear the captain’s pounding heart, his staggered breaths and even though the human refused to glance the vampire’s way he was well aware of Nikolai’s presence.
Nikolai purposely stood there, unnerving the man who whimpered with each noise and an older ship such as the Falcon always had reason to whine. It had age, but not as old as the century’s old vampire. There were other men on the ship to toy with, but Nikolai gave the captain his all and any attention from this vampire was never a good thing. Without words, Nikolai’s glower warned the man to keep quiet about his kills or he’d be next.
As the boat rocked against the current of the unruly sea, Nikolai stood steady when the boat slapped back down from the menacing dark coral oceanic waves. The crew that was still alive were compelled to toss his dead feast into their blue wet graves. They were not aware of their actions, but the captain’s mind was of free will. But there always had to be one. There was never a time Nikolai didn’t agonize one poor soul. Honestly, if the man were smart, he would have known that Nikolai could not kill him, he being the only left to steer their passageway.
Nikolai was adamant about booking passage on a ship from France. They could have easily paid for more comfortable arrangements, but he saw cargo ships, like this one, as traveling buffets. There was nowhere for the crew to run, so it always made for a satisfying exploit. Plus, these unsavory characters that rode by sea were never questioned when docked. The locals feared them too much.
It had been a long trip, just under three months, when Nikolai and his mentor Brayden finally arrived in England under the rule of King Henry VIII. They were famished, at least Nikolai was. What was left of the ship’s company was next to nil thanks to the unappeasable enthusiasm of Nikolai.
Brayden could not control the spirit within his apprentice, Nikolai. He was assigned in charge of the younger vampire, so ordered by their governing rule the Cabalistis. Although he had made Nikolai more humane and by humane it simply meant Nikolai appeared tamer and not that savage that roamed the first hundred years. But through all his protesting, Nikolai most certainly made life interesting.
Brayden walked upon deck with their bags and noted even more drained bodies. He had only left Nikolai alone an hour’s time. His nostrils flared at Nikolai, but the trying vampire stared most longingly at the captain who had soiled himself long ago. Brayden picked up on Nikolai’s mood, the one that needed to feed, that part of him that needed to kill and the one that yearned to gift the world with death.