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.


9. Chapter Seven

Genevieve had courted death. She had let the darkness in, and now she was paying for it.

  A cool breeze came through the window in a sudden gust. It made her flesh tingle. The darkness surrounded her. Darkness was her companion, and death was her only lover.

  She let the coolness engulf her in its serenity. Her heart thumped against the wall of her chest, she let a seductive smile play upon her lips. A deathly peace had overtaken her in whole, something beyond her control.

  Barnabas stood over her, he grasped her chin. "You are mine."

  She grazed her hand across his cheek, he closed his eyes.

  "I'm your's" she breathed.

She again awoke sweating profusely. He was trying to get to her through her dreams. Nightmares, she thought, not dreams.

And once again he came to her. He sat down on the edge of her bed, he went to kiss her but she turned away from him.

"You will give in to me or I'll hurt the one's you love." Barnabas snickered, "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."

He had rage in his voice, he meant it when he said he'd kill them. Her dog came out from under the bed, it bit Barnabas, the dog never liked him, and he killed it. Snap the poor thing like a twig. He threw it to the floor, without even a flicker of emotion to be found in his eyes.

"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."

Like a flame blown in a breeze, he was gone in an instant.

She buried her dog that night, and then she snuck back in. She changed into clean clothes, and she acted as if nothing happened.


The next morning her mom asked where her dog was, and Genevieve responded with, "Maybe he had run away."

Death was a cruel thing to see, was and she had seen it twice. And it was caused by a man she once thought she loved.

Her stomach churned, she didn't eat a single bite of her food. Evangeline smirked, she enjoyed seeing her sister in pain. Genevieve couldn't care less about her sister's petty twisted enjoyment.

Barnabas Ashwood's eyes popped into her mind often. Beautiful, bright, yet dark and deadly. He was all those things and more. There are not words invented to describe Barnabas, she thought, or if there were, she was too ladylike to say them.

Cruel, angel of death. He was her curse, her weight to bare. And she hated him for it, with a passion. She let her rage build against him, and it was slowly making her bitter inside. She cursed his name, and vowed, that one way or another, she would make him rue the day he had crossed her path.


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