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.


16. Chapter Fourteen

Once again Barnabas made Genevieve dream of them together, and when she awoke he was there, sitting on her bed. He tried to kiss her, he craved for their lips to touch, and again she refused him as she had before. This angered him, nobody had ever dared to refuse him, no one, but her. 

So he threatened, the only response he knew how to give. Fire rose up in his eyes, his anger was so great flames practically shot out his nostrils. How could he make her believe he cared for her, how would he win her?

"You will give in to me or I'll hurt the one's you love." Barnabas said with a smirk, his voice a taunting snicker, "I love you so I won't kill you, but I will kill the one's you love. You are the only mortal I care about or have ever cared about. No one else means a damn thing, but you."

Barnabas said the things he did out of anger, but he meant every word all the same. He watched her shrink back, and he didn't want her to fear him, he wanted her to come to him, but threats were all he give to her. He was bound and determined to make her his, one way or another, no matter what it took to do so. If the only way he can her is by scaring her into being his, so be it.

Out from under the bed that mutt of her's dug his teeth into Barnabas's shin. Dogs never liked him, and vice versa, the ridiculous animals had a way of sensing evil that surrounds him like a shroud. He yanked the idiotic animal up, quickly he snapped its neck. It just went to further his prove his point, he wouldn't hesitate to do the same to one of her relatives or friends.

"Don't make me do the things I and you know I'm capable of. Imagine it, and I have done, think of the darkest moment in your life, and you'll see the possible reaches of my handiwork. Don't think I'll hesitate to take what I want. I want you, but when I take you it has to be of your own doing. I shan't force you to be mine, but there are ways I can make you suffer to the point you're ready for my arms to claim you."

With that, he leaped to his feet, turned about on his heels and disappeared into the shadows, and with that, he was gone. He left in search of a meal, the hunger always seemed to intensify once he visited Genevieve.


Barnabas turned the corner in search of someone to feed upon, out of the shadows behind the side of the building jumped out a man. Unshaven, clothes in disarray, dirt covered him head to toe. Barnabas saw a small knife in his hand, the moon shimmered on the blade, Barnabas smiled, he had found his meal. 

"Give me your wallet," a said the man in a gruff voice.

Barnabas grabbed the man be his wrist with inhuman speed, he quickly snapped his wrist, the bones shattered with an unholy sound. He pulled the man to him, his fangs slipped from their hiding place, he dug into the man's flesh with cruelty, ripping at his neck as he slurped the man's blood.

The man fell to the ground, his mouth still open, horror frozen in his eyes. Barnabas heard a gasp, he turned his head to see a shadow dashing away. Someone had seen him, and he couldn't let whoever it was get away. His cloak flapped behind him as he gave chase after the one who had seen him, he followed whoever it was to a field outside of the town.

"Please, don't."

Barnabas let out a guttural growl, hisses slipped out between his lips. In a heap on the ground a young woman buried her head into her arms, she let out loud sobbing noises, her body quaked with fear. The wind rippled her hair, her heart pounded with each breath.


He grabbed her by her brown hair, pulling her to her feet, he wanted to see the fear in her eyes. 

It can't be her.

He focused his eyes, narrowing them at her. "Lilly?"

"Barnabas" her sobs increased. "Don't hurt me, please. I won't tell anyone what I saw. Let me live!"

"I can't."

She let out a hushed shriek, "Then at least tell me what you are, that I might know what's ending my life."

He stared into her eyes, almost piercing her soul. He squeezed her by her throat, choking her. "Vampire." Came his single word response.

Through a muzzled whisper, she pleaded, "Then make me like you."

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