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.


14. Chapter Twelve



The party was to be in honor of the Marquis de Villaval, a visitor of some importance, as you might guess due to his title. But, Barnabas knew he would steal the show, it never failed, his allure was great to all, enough to demand the attention of those in his presence. Being an immortal he cast a certain kind of spell on those around him, as stated before, especially women.

The room fell silent as he entered, just as he knew it would. How foolish could mortals be? Their predictability never ceased. His strides were prideful ones, he made special care to be an utter gentleman, he had to abide by the mortals' way if he were to fit in. Better that he stayed concealed, rather than risk being found out and have a wood stake driven through the lump of coal he designed to refer to as his heart.

He noticed a young woman who stared at him, more so than the other women in the room, and at once he was captured by her. She was beautiful, her skin almost as pale as his own, pitch black hair, long enough to caress her lower back. Her oval eyes were dark, they held an innocence that called to him. Never before had a woman call his attention so. At the moment he felt her eyes upon him, he knew he had found one he would prize above all, for she was so beautifully flawed in her mortality.

Her cheeks turned rosy red and she turned her eyes away from him, obviously embarrassed due to the fact she knew that Barnabas had caught her staring at him, very unladylike, but he favored her boldness in that second. He wanted her to look at him again, he wanted to see the innocence that burned in her eyes.

Barnabas excused himself from the two girls chatting excitedly in front of him, he slowly made his way through the throng of people as the next song began. He noticed that she had no young man with her, perfect circumstances for Barnabas, although he couldn't fathom how such a lovely young woman was without a date.

As he approached her, her name formed in his mind, Genevieve Nicolette, such a lovely name, it fit her beauty. She didn't even notice him as he walked towards her, for she was still embarrassed enough not to look in his direction, she seemed have been enjoying the music.

With a look of confidence and a smooth tone he asked, "May I have this dance."

Bold to be sure, but he couldn't bare to refrain asking her. She seemed slightly startled as she turned towards him, her cheeks flushed bright pink when she finally laid eyes upon him. Barnabas thought the flush in her cheeks became her, it excited him to see he could make her blush by his mere presence.

He could tell she was about to decline, so he locked eyes with her, and with a dashing smile, he asked her again, this time using her name. A mistake, luckily she hadn't questioned how he knew her name, for he wouldn't have been able to explain.

He held out one hand, hoping she would take his hand in her's, and she did. He saw another young lady next to Genevieve, they bear a slight resemblance so he guessed them to be sisters, she gave him a flirty smile as he led Genevieve onto the dance floor. He held her as close as one could without causing a scandal. He loved the way she felt in his arms, her smell was intoxicating to him, he breathed her in, he could smell the blood that flowed through her veins. Blood he promised himself, that he wouldn't dare take.

After their dance concluded he told her that he had a lovely time, and he was brazen enough to ask if she would mind terribly if he were to call upon her some evening. She smiled and said simply yes, but he could tell she had anticipated it, even then. From the moment he laid eyes upon her, he desired her, and he knew she would be his.

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