Musings of an Immortal (Part One)

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"You could be a queen. No, a goddess. An immortal goddess, free from death and all of life's pain."

A tale of sweet seduction fraught with hateful bitterness.

Genevieve Nicolette is the victim of unrequited love. She's the obsession of a ruthless vampire. He's heartless and yet he swears he loves her. But when Genevieve gives him the proverbial cold shoulder this sadistic monster will stop at nothing to get her, the one he believes to be his mate.
Killing, torture, savage cruelty are all within his forte. And when he wants something, he's relentless until he achieves his desires.
Genevieve and everyone she knows and loves is in danger of this immortal's unforgiving wrath.


13. Chapter Eleven



Barnabas gripped his cane tightly, he chose a cane he thought fit him or the beast that dwelt within him rather. Although at this point there was hardly a distinguishable different between him and his demon. His cane was made of fine hardwood, it was black and had an unmistakable sheen to it, the head of a wolf crowned the wood stick, forming the handle. It was made of silver, the wolf's head had its ears drawn back and it's mouth open, exposing two rows of very sharp teeth. It was a great likeness of a wolf, even down to the details of its fur and eyes. He held it easily in his hand as if it had always belonged there.

Few people would be able to comprehend the anguish of being this undead thing, this creature. Barnabas suffered in his own manner, although he was too proud and too downright stubborn to admit it, even to himself. Perhaps his misery was all he possessed now. This curse, if you will, was one of an unyielding nature. The beast would not rest until he achieved his desires, the consequences be damned. Barnabas possessed only a hardened heart of wicked stone. True the organ did still beat in his chest, but that was all it did. Emotions, feelings, empathy had all become reminisce of ghosts from his shattered and almost forgotten past.

If it were not for the strong self-preservation he felt, death would be something he would greet with a twinkle in his eye, a laugh in his heart, and a smile upon his lips. But as all animals, death was the last thing he wanted to face, the beast would not allow such thoughts to cross his mind. So he did what was needed to survive, if he left a trail of corpses in his wake, so be it. Better they than him, and this was how Barnabas felt.

On the street outside a shabby little tavern is where he met a woman, Lilly Noir.

He and she turned the corner at the same time, he bumped into her of course. Did he stop, no? Barnabas was consumed by his thoughts, and at that moment, cared little to none about mortal pleasantries. She dropped a small glass bottle, and judging by the strong aroma rising from the spilled liquid contents, Barnabas guessed it to be perfume. Expensive perfume, lavender, with a hint of fresh spring cherry blossom, and a slight tinge of mint.

"That cost me a whole week's salary" she yelled out at him, disgruntled.

He was greeted by a cross look as she pushed her way in front of him. "Where exactly do you think you're going?"

He voice was very feminine, although coated with a very heavy English accent, which stuck out considerable. She had shiny brown hair and light brown eyes that seemed to remind him of the haze that surrounded the moon on certain evenings. Not so much in color, but in the way her eyes had fire behind them, yet a docile haze covers the embers.

He knew at that moment he wanted her, carnal lust consumed him more than that of blood lust. He tipped his hat and stated his apologies, something he didn't do often except to retain the appearances of a proper mortal gentleman.

"I was lost deep in thought my dear, or else I wouldn't have past a beauty such as yourself. I will pay for your perfume of course."

"You bet ya will."

She was peppery, and he delighted in this. Emotions were far from his thoughts, but what a memorable night she could provide him with. Just because he was an immortal didn't mean he didn't have desires. Lust that needed to be filled. So he gave her money, more than the cost of her perfume, he charmed her with his ways, and yes he used his powers on her. She still had free will, despite his powers, but she did not refuse him. None ever had.

He spent the night with her, giving her what he had denied Holly those years ago. She had fallen asleep, the temptation to bite her was strong, but Barnabas refused to do so. Even if he didn't exactly care for her, he held an unexplained respect for her in a way. So he let her live, and he was on his way before the sun rose.

He had had many women before, but something about Lilly was different. Not so much as he held any emotion for her, for he would kill her in an instant if she were to get in his way. This was just one of the many times he had charmed a woman into giving herself to him. Or so he thought.

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