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.


8. Chapter Six

"Does it really matter to you?farther" Barnabas asked softly, "Will it change your disgust for me?" his tone harsher this time.

"How dare you!" She replies, "Of course it matters."

He sighed, he turned away from her, "I am a creature of the night. A vampire, mortals call it.."

He turned back towards her, "I live by drinking the blood of others. Death will never be able to lie it's cold clutches upon me" his eye flared.

Genevieve shivers, she withdraws further. Hoping that the darkness would swallow her, but he was the darkness. She wanted to avoid his stare. Avoid those damn eyes, he tempted her with his eyes. Beckoned her, calling to her for her to join him.

"Don't fear me." he pulled himself closer to her. "I care for you. I shall not lie a finger on you."

She scampered across the room, she dashed to the other side of her bed. Just to gain a bit of distance from him.

"You are a monster. You are incapable of caring for someone. I want nothing to do with you. You creature of death." she quaked in fear, "I could have never loved you, you are the epitome of evil."

It was then she learned of Barnabas's temper, she found the beast in his anger. Those were the wrong words to tell him. He had her by the throat before she could even bat an eye. Barnabas was an enigma, an utter mystery. Yet, she felt sure he would not kill her. Not now, not this time.

"I could hurt you if I wanted to," he released his grip, "I choose not to."

"Please Genevieve, I beg of you, don't make me chase after you. You will regret it. I always get what I want."


He was back again the following evening.

Barnabas drew back the black hood of his cloak, his nails scrape against the hardwood handle of the cane in the palm of his hand. He walked toward the other side of the room, the wood floor creaked under the weight of his steps. His eyes are like blue chasms, they remain steadfastly unemotional. At once Genevieve is captured by his piercing gaze, it was like she could barely remember her own name while her gaze met his. And try as she might, she could not make herself divert her eyes. Her heart pounded and fluttered at the same time, his dark beauty enamors her. His long thin, twisted, bony fingers graze her shoulder softly, his touch sends chills down her spine. He places his lips to her skin, he kisses her shoulder and neck, teasing her flesh with his tender passion. Her shoulder and neck tingled, she longed and hated his touch all at once.

He called to her without words, and she heard him clearly. She found enjoyment and repulsion in his embrace.

"Come with me, Genevieve. You could be a queen. No, a goddess. An immortal goddess. Free from death and all of the life's pain." He smiles and lays his hand gently upon her pink cheek, "All you have to do is be mine."

She closed her eyes and turns slightly as he caressed her. His lips brush across the flesh of her neck, worried that he might bite into her throat she pulls away.

He sighs, "How many times must I tell you? I won't bite you, I won't hurt you." He laid his hands on her, wrapping his fingers around the curve of her shoulders as he pulled her body against his. "That is unless you wish it." He played with a strand of her long black silky hair, twirling it in between his slender, pale fingers.

"No" she mumbled half under his captivating spell.

"You'll live forever. You'll be mine forever. Just say it, you know deep down in your heart it's what you want. Just say it, Genevieve, say you'll be mine and all I have will be yours. My heart already belongs to you."

"I can't." Came her dazed and begrudged answer.

His eyes flame with impassioned excitement "You can, and you will."

"Why can't you leave me alone. Why do you torture me?"

A devilish smile filled his face, "That's love."

He kissed her neck again, she held still. He licked her neck, then pulled away and he was gone.


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