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.


6. Chapter Four

"We're going to get married" Genevieve announced, out of breath.

Her mother, Chastity Nicolette, put her hand over her mouth. Her dad, Jonathon, had been dead since she was four, and her sister was two. At this point, she barely remembered him, like a breeze her memories of slipped away from her.

Barnabas smiled gleefully, but something else played behind his smile. Pleasure, because he had his first victory over her.

Evangeline stood sulking in the shadowed corner. A displease look upon her, her jaw was stiff and eyes trained on Genevieve and Barnabas.

And although Genevieve couldn't see it, it wasn't love that burned in Barnabas's eyes for her. It was lust.


So it came, the morning of her eighteenth birthday. And her mother had planned a party, at which, Barnabas and Genevieve would announce their engagement. A happy time to be sure, or so it was meant to be.

Mr. Ashwood came to call upon her in the evening, just a little before the party guest were to arrive. Despite doing her best to tell him no, he convinced her to go into the woods for a walk together before they were surrounded by people.

Barnabas stopped. He kissed her, not a peck as they had kissed before, but an actually impassioned kiss. She stood still, she had never been in a situation like this before. She wanted to give into him, return his kisses. But at the same time, she was afraid to. It didn't seem entirely proper, guilt rid her as she gave in.

She let him lean her back against a tree. He came close to her, she could feel his cold breath upon her neck. She shivered. 

He came close to her ear, "May I kiss you again."

His voice was seductive, she closed her eyes as he spoke to her.

She swallowed, she shook her head yes, as she stretched to make their lips touch. He leaned down, he was a good few inches taller than her. He kissed her fervidly. They indulged in their intense passion. His lip are soft, like a feather blowing against her lips.

But Genevieve found it all to be moving much too fast for her. She pulled away from Barnabas.

"Don't you love me?"

"You know I do Barnabas."

He pulled her to him with a certain amount of force, "Then show that you love me."

He started to kiss her neck, she started to pull away but he held her tight in his strong hands. He pressed his lips into her's, he refused to stop. He started to undo the lace of her dress.

She slapped him. It was then he got the message, and he finally released her. She retied the top of her dress, and back away. She started to make her way up the path.

"I'll see you at the party Barnabas." she said in huffed.

He started to say something in reply, but she cut him off, she was upset and in no mood to hear even a single word from him.

"I don't want to talk about it, alright! What happened, happened."

With that, she stormed off, down the path towards her home.


Emerald Vander, one of the many children in the proud Vander family, Genevieve's best friend had a beautiful gown. Made of fine silk and lace, forest green with an emerald green trim. Her name fit her because her favorite color was green, forest, emerald, any dark shade of green really. The dress revealed the upper part of her back, she had neat black gloves made of lace fitting tightly against her hands. Her dark hair was pulled back, half up and half down. Her pale blue eyes danced around the room, thrilled with her surroundings.

Emerald was a vision, just as lovely as when she was a child and they played together. She hadn't seen her since the summer before. Around Genevieve's birthday, in mid-June. It was so saddening that she had been away for Genevieve, she found herself to be awkward around other people, something not becoming of a lady, and therefore she found it hard to make friends. And she had few, but she cherished the few she had wholeheartedly. 

Most of the ladies had beautiful flowing gowns, some glittered, others were made of lace head to toe. Some bright, others dark, some with jewels, and some were plainer. But, a great deal of them were beautiful. Fine men stood by their ladies sides, dapper in dark, well-fitted suits. 

Genevieve's mother called everyone to gather, she entertained them. This was a sign to Genevieve that it was almost time for her and Barnabas to announce their engagement to one another. One problem, he was nowhere to be seen. This annoyed her, she wasn't upset, just slightly annoyed.

Genevieve had forgotten their quarrel already, after all, he is only a man, flesh, and blood, she thought. He had emotions, passions, desires. She wondered if he was still upset, or if perhaps he had lost track of time. She thought the first more likely, she did what she thought right and proper fro a young woman to do in such a matter. But, somehow she almost regretted it in that moment, here at this grand party.

She excused herself from Emerald and quietly made her way out of the house. She walked past the courtyard and briskly made her way down the long, winding path of the woods. The exact path she and Barnabas had walked together many time. The path she played on as a child. The path she had her first kiss on, the path she had found love on. And also the path she and Barnabas had their first fight on.

She reached the same clearing where Barnabas had kissed her. A swirling mixture of surprise, disgust, anger, jealousy, and dread whirled up inside of her all at once.

There he was, and he most certainly wasn't alone. Rosie, one of the Nicolette's maid, was on the ground and Barnabas was on top of her. Genevieve felt sick, her heart wrench. I thought he loved me, were the words in her mind.

Genevieve bent down, she hid in the bushes. And she watched them. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help herself from watching. Morbid curiosity, she knew it was wrong. But, what he had done, was doing, to her was even more wrong.

The maid groaned under him, his pale flesh against her tan skin. Genevieve tossed her ring to the ground and spat upon it. Disgust welled up inside her, she cursed his name in that moment. A blistering storm of rage built up in her, she thought her eyes would pop out if she were to glare at him with such profound hatred a moment more.

In a moment everything changed like the snap fingers split second, everything went wrong. Horribly wrong. Genevieve shrunk down further in fear. The maid's eyes grew wide. Barnabas had two sharp fangs protruding out of his gums. He drew back before lashing out at Rosie, striking her in the neck. A small trickle of blood had run from where he had bitten her. Genevieve watched in horror as he drained Rosie of her precious blood. He slurped loudly as Rosie fell still. Her breathing ceased, and he finally stopped.

Barnabas was a predator, bent on getting his meal. And poor Rosie was a lustful youth, who became his prey.

A single tear ran down Genevieve's cheek. She slowly retreated from the bush, she sneaked away quietly so Barnabas didn't know what she had witnessed him doing. Her thoughts were a blur as she ran back towards the house, she felt the world around her turn dark. Her heart sunk, he was a liar, a monster.

She shot into her bedroom, there would be no announcement. Her mother would have to proceed with the party, she knew she would, for she knew her mother far too well. It wouldn't be until the next morning her mother's wrath would be upon her, she would give Genevieve a proper chastising for doing something like this to her. For getting her so excited, just to have the engagement fell to a crumpled mess at her feet. She wouldn't care to listen to a word out of her daughter's mouth, for this would make it seem like she would be an old maid, and her mother would be stuck with her forever.

All of his sweet words had been hollow nothings. For how could a creature, so evil, feel love? It was an impossible notion, he was a murderer, cold-blooded to the bone.

What am I to do? she thought. She wrenched over her bed. What is he? What kind of creature could do something like that?

Then she couldn't have known she had loved the devil. How would she have known that she had been being seduced by darkness itself?

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