Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Blood Thirst. An Eternal Romance Excerpt


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.

Excerpt
Removing him from her mind, but still feeling deflated about not being able to see him, Octavia ascended to the hospital rooftop like her routine insisted. She walked towards the edge and took in the fresh fall air, focusing on the magnificence of the palace. The sun was descending, and it was as if the castle lights were summoning her.  At least in her mind they were. It was stunning. “One day you will actually get to see the inside. One day,” she sighed in promise to herself.

     “I heard it’s a beauty,” said an unfamiliar voice from behind. Octavia spun around on the uneven gravel to find none other than him, the nameless stranger. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.
                
     It took a minute for her to respond. After a forced swallow she replied, “Oh, yes. Yes, it is. Well, that is what I hear.” She concentrated on the man so intently, it was a wonder she could not read his thoughts.

     For a minute, no words were exchanged, as they could not help but gaze at the other. It was Victor who finally broke the silence. “My name is Victor.” He then extended his hand for her to shake.


     At first, she only looked at his polite gesture, while not moving. She was reluctant, as if taking it would be the end of her, opening her to a world she knew not. Deciding to take a chance, she seized the seductive opportunity and extended her hand too. An electric current shot through her body, slowing her thoughts, the breaths needed to sustain life, even the earth around her, the very second they connected. Finally, she took in a long inhale, finding her voice. “My name is…” she hesitated. “Amelia,” she lied.
                
     What am I doing? That was so rude, but I don’t want him to know my name. He’d most likely run off this roof to get away from me, so as to not be associated with Octavia Vail. 

     He nodded in acceptance and watched her step away as if shy. She toyed with her hands, apparently not sure what to do with them.

      They stayed on the roof, she admiring the scenery of the sunset and the glow from the lights of the castle. Every so often, she’d glance at him in wonder. But it was Victor whose gaze remained vigilant to hers. He stood off, leaning against a brick pillar with both hands in his pockets while his eyes spoke the lust filled words his lips dare not speak.




     Octavia had always been the wary type, with good reason. She never stared at others for fear of what someone would say to her, but with him, she could not help but stare back. As if caught in his web, she could not free herself from his gaze. She intertwined her fingers behind her back to stop them from fidgeting. She gripped them tightly, wishing their bodies could do what her fingers were. Her mouth parted slightly, trying to steady her breathing as the world around them fell to nothingness. Her heart raced beyond reason as did her rationality. Nothing existed. Not a sound. Not the wind. Not smell nor sensibility. It didn’t even appear as if either blinked.

      She cared about nothing else, not even the castle, as his eyes devoured her. Surprising herself, she removed her red coat so he could see more of her. It may have been cool out, but being this close to him ignited something inside her. She turned away to take in the fresh air, hoping to lower her core temperature as her insides tingled with exhilaration. Without forethought, she glanced back at him seductively.

     His eyes rolled over every inch of her curves, taking in the contour of her figure in her jeans and a black fitted sweater. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear that she could feel his hands rolling over every part of her, pressing up against her. She could only imagine what he was envisaging as his eyes appeared to make love to her. Her body reacted with a longing ache.
               
     Her hands were eager to touch his, everything. She could hear Jared’s words of encouragement: “Take a chance.” But that was not her.

     The stranger acknowledged her unspoken yearning with a raised brow. Fire shot through her. Her body reacted without her consent. As if drawn by invisible strings, she strolled over, reached up, pulled on his collar towards her and kissed him with fierce vigor. He lifted her up with ease, hugging her tiny waist, securing her with one hand while the other gripped her curls.

     Her kissing was passionate, aggressive, like one who’d been starved. She knew nothing about him, other than that she coveted him. Her hands dug through his thick mane while plunging her tongue deep. Nothing but pure need made her react in such a way as she wrapped her legs around his svelte midsection. My God, she craved more. She wanted all of him, now.

     If there was not for a bang on the door, suppressing her longing, she would have completely succumbed to his shameful gazes and her immoral greed, here on the rooftop.

     But then Octavia did the most peculiar thing. She bit his lip. She stared at the trickle of blood, for a second, then sucked the escaped sanguine that pooled. It was completely out of character. All of this was, on both of their parts.

     She pushed off of him, shocked at what she had done and even more appalled that she'd bit him. He didn’t even seem to mind as he checked the blood from his lip on his finger. He then smiled at her with a crooked grin. He actually enjoyed it.         


     “I have to go,” she managed to say through gasped breaths and rushed toward the door. What the hell was that? Are you mad? But as she said it, a smile crept upon her face, too.

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