To Court Death: Bleeding Kiss (Book #1)

Book one of three.
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"I mean this sincerely with every fiber of my being, I find you to be vile and extremely repugnant. I have the most extreme contempt for you and I loath you completely."

With that said he thrusts forward towards Victoria, heated hostility in his eyes and a wood stake clutched tightly in his fist.

Maybe this vampire had bit off more than she could chew. Does she really think she'll be able to keep her secret forever? As if having a curious mortal man on her hands isn't enough, an experienced bloodthirsty vampire bent on revenge, with bitterness and unrelenting hatred in his heart, is determined to get his hands on her, to destroy her once and for all.


4. Chapter Two

July 11 1842

Victoria Chastain's large house sits high atop a hill, just on the very top of the steep slope. A small dirt road leads up to her house, it has grass grown up over it, from lack of use, it has been very long since a horse or carriage has gone down it. She owns much property and nobody else is around for miles. Private, secluded, away from everyone and their nosy, prying ways. Thick, luscious, emerald green fields surround the English countryside. The moon shines brightly on the heavy blanket of fog, making the landscape, eerie, yet majestic and beautiful at the same time, her dark Victorian house being in the thick of it. 

Three stories filled with beautiful expensive furniture, clothing, jewelry and many other things. She has extremely nice taste in her possessions, and she keeps them spotless. 

Victoria never leaves her grounds, nor does she come out into the daylight, she says she has a rare skin condition and can't be in the sunlight. Whatever her reasons, people avoid her, some like she's the plague, and she likes it that way, because she wants to avoid other people just as much as they want to avoid her. 

Her alabaster skin is soft, she has stunning auburn hair, down to her waist, wavy and shiny. Her eyes are dark brown, deep and empty. Her eyelashes are very long and extremely dark. She is graceful, well-spoken and very petite.


Charles Black shows up at Victoria's home, he knocks on her door several times.

I open the front door slowly to see a tall stranger. Light brown hair and high cheekbones, vivid blue eyes. Not broad nor thin, fair skin. Attractiveness and the air of charm surround him, he gives the impression of a gentleman, but it was much too early to say whether he was or wasn't a true gentleman.

"Miss Victoria Chastain?" He speaks with a British accent and the tone of his voice is low and smooth.

I nod, a wide smile spreads across his face.

"I'm Charles Black."

Maybe it was a deplorable idea, but what else could be done, I need a husband. He is a sort of mail order husband, he knew to come at night, I had told him of my inability to be in the sunlight. We really know nothing what so ever about each other. Which is perfect for me, I don't want nor need love, that is not his purpose. 

"I am so sorry, please come in."

The first few minutes seemed to be extremely awkward for him, he's tense and self-conscience.

"Don't worry I won't bite you," I say this as he sits down.

He smiles showing his pearly white teeth, "I wouldn't think so."

"You have no idea."

Charles although perplexed at first by my statement began to laugh.

Little does he know, how would he possibly know that I can smell the very blood being pumped through his veins, I could feel the craving again, I hadn't eaten yet and to say I was starving would be a dramatic understatement.

I push the lustful craving back, after all, it wouldn't be much longer, however, his blood does smell delightful. I look him up and down, he's still clutching tightly to his bag, a dead giveaway of how nervous he actually is. He is handsome at least, somehow I hadn't expected him to look the way he does.

"Once again I must apologize for my lack of manners, assuredly you're tired after your long journey, we can talk tomorrow."

Some of the tenseness leaves him, he brushes back his thick hair with his hand. "Please, no need to apologize, it is perfectly fine. I am exhausted, though."

He said this with a weary smile on his face, with that I rise, I motion for him to follow me up the stairs. I lead him to his room, the first room at the top of the stairs. Although my face had remained solemn through much of our meeting, I did my best to smile.

"Goodnight Miss Chastain."

"You are to be my husband, please call me Victoria Mr. Black."

He flashes another toothy smile at me, "Indeed I shall Victoria, but only if you call me Charles."

I bow my head in agreement, "Goodnight Charles."

"Goodnight Victoria."

I grab him by his arm, "One other thing I should mention, you are not to disturb me between sunrise and sunset, I really do hope you understand."

It took him a moment to close the door to his room, obviously slightly nervous still, and it was perfectly normal for him to be, after all, he has been thrust into a strange house and I am little more than a stranger myself. As soon as he did close the door, however, I was, pardon the phrase, out of their like a bat out of hell. 

In spite of the fact that the meeting was unconventional, he does seem absolutely perfect for what I need.

But, right now what I need to do is feed.

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