79-Words Daily 2013 #78-Pupil

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79-Words Daily, Blood, Love, Story Development, Vampires, Vincent, Writing

Pupil

We walked the park like a couple; his hand in mine and my head on his shoulder. The love that radiated from us concealed the reality that we were on the prowl.

A jogger made a turn down a dusky pathway under the bridge. “Him.” He said. I nodded then pulled away to tail him.

That jogger’s blood was perfection.

When I recovered, Vincent observed his student.

“Well done, my love.” He beamed. “Well done.”

Cafe Open Mic: Cover Art

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Cover Art, Fiction, Short Story, Short Term Goals, Supernatural Fiction, Vincent, Writing

Good evening everyone!

Earlier today, I announced that my next short story Stranger: Rebirth will be out March 1st, 2013 well I have another announcement too! I have finished the book cover! I am so excited to share this with you all. Here it is, the cover for Stranger:Rebirth designed by me!

©2013 Zodyac Images for Geisha Cafe Publishing

I am so excited for the release of this story. I wrote this story back in 2009 and I fell in love with the latter character, Vincent. The story is current in it’s 3rd edit phase now and I am determined to have it ready and completed for the March 1st release date.

So what do you think?

Until next time all.

Stay blessed and Happy Writing.

 

365 Blend Series: #5- Love’s Sacrifice (Vincent)

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365 Blend Series, Vampires, Vincent, Writing

 

Love.

Such a damaged four letter word that is often disregarded as nothing more than a thoughtless emotion. I can remember a time when love was love, an action and not a verbal declaration.

I miss those days.

Perhaps you believe that my current state mars me from understanding, let alone feeling love.

You’re wrong.

It’s all that I have ever wanted and all that I truly believe that I need to keep me living.

Sadly put…I need love.

I lost the love of my life when we were both young; she was eighteen, delicate, sweet and primed for marriage and I, twenty-one. Any man at that age at that time was considered way past his prime for finding an ideal mate to marry. But I was confident that I would find that one woman and I did when I saw her.

Her name was Simone, a Caribbean beauty who nothing of the word slave nor the trying times that the United States had faced but came to this country bright eyed and eager for work. She was hired as a maid for the State Mayer family; a well to do family with a brood of children who they could not keep a handle on and went through a handful of black maids before Simone arrived. It was gentle demeanor but firm actions that made the diplomatic parents adore her and their children respect her.

I had set my sights on her while walking through the market on my way to work. Her warm cinnamon eyes met mine in a sudden flash which was followed by a nervous smile. Her plump, pink lips were inviting and her eyes were just as enticing. Immediately, I offered to help her carry the groceries back to the State Mayer home and shyly, she obliged.

From that day on, Simone and I were inseparable. Needless to say that our love blossomed in a matter of months and shortly into six months, I asked Simone to marry and she accepted. I found my love, I found my peace of mind in that woman but little did I know that our engagement and our lives would be short lived.

It was just an hour or two after dusk and like clockwork, I picked up my love from the State Mayer estate. Mother State Mayer always greeted me at the door and watched us walk away with a joyous gleam in her eye. She would watch us until we disappeared beneath the willows. That night, we took our normal route home, taking in the new life that the darkness brought and watch the street lights flicker to life. We did decide to stop at Logan’s Bakery before we headed home, grabbed a fresh peach pie then continued on home.

We walked hand in hand and I listened to her talk about her day at the “crazy house” as she called it. I laughed when she mentioned one the kids clogging the toilet with a towel and a wooden toy soldier and she giggled when I told her the story of a white man second guessing my accounting. Even after I revealed to him that he did in fact make a profit. We didn’t have a care in the world as we walked, ignoring the world around us like we always did.

But that day, I wish we didn’t.

With only five more blocks between, our regular stroll was cut short. A man stepped out from an alley in front of us; his face concealed by dark shadows and his body slender but intimidating.

“Evening sir.” I said, unsure of the proper salutation. This man was a friend- one who accepted the end of segregation or he was a foe-one who was bitter and was anxious for the second coming of the Holocaust but this time for blacks. Either way, the man didn’t speak when I spoke and that made me nervous but I spoke again, “Excuse us, sir. I need to get my fiancée home. She’s had a very long day.” I squeezed Simone’s hand then proceeded to step forward and the dark figure did the same.

“Vincent let’s just cross the street.” Simone whispered, keeping her eyes on the man and trying to pull me in the other direction but I refused to budge.

“Excuse us, sir.” I said again, “My fiancée and I…”

“Such a beautiful woman she is…” The man said. He stepped closer to us, bringing more of his features into the light. His copper skin appeared ashen and his features were stark; shadows cut into his long face, exposing his muscular cheekbones and chiseled jaw line. Beneath the light too, I saw his translucent brown eyes.

“Jesus…” Simone gasped. She clutched my arm tighter. “Vincent, what’s wrong with him?”

“I-I don’t know.” I said then spoke to the stranger again, “Are you ill sir?” The man chuckled softly to himself, amused by my naïve tone maybe. He advanced closer with his eyes fixed on Simone.

“Such beauty should be place on a canvas for the entire world to see.” He reached for my fiancée’s hand but she snapped it away.

“While I am flattered by your compliment, sir. I must say how distasteful it is of you to say such things in front of my fiancé.” His pallor eyes met mine for a split second then returned to Simone.

“I’m sure a man of his age cannot truly appreciate your beauty as I can.” He caressed Simone’s face; her body went rigid, her eyes brightened and the grip she had on my arm loosened then faded.

“Simone…”

“Simone…” the man sang her name, “Beautiful woman, beautiful name….beautiful life.”

Her fingers released from the edges of my sleeve and I watched link hands with the stranger. Her russet eyes were fixed on him as if she was enchanted by him. He pulled her body close to his then embraced her like a lost love.

“Simone… I called again. The man smiled but it was his eyes that struck me deep; they were no longer pale brown, instead they burned bright red.

Blood red.

“It’s not use, Vincent. She’s mine now.” His smile widened to a grin and revealed his long while canine teeth.

A vampire. We had encountered a vampire.

The beast stroked her hair, luring her thick locks to one side of her neck and I heard him inhale deeply, “Beautiful…life.” He beamed.

“Please don’t do this.” I spoke up. “Please. I love her. Her life is too precious to be taken.”

“And what would you do for the one you love so much?” He asked with a smile.

“Anything.” I answered without hesitation.

“Anything.” The vampire repeated. “What a noble answer.”

#2: Temptation

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Vampires, Vincent, Writing

           Her eyes danced like fire tangled in the wind and her hips were just as free as she danced to the drum and bass set. Her raven hair tunneled around her neck and shoulders like a tornado of curls and her full mouth was curved in the perfect u-shape. Watching her was my entertainment.

            “Come on,” she called to me from the distance. “Come dance with me,” she urged and threw her hip at me.

            All I could do was smile and shake my head playfully. She was my last piece of happiness, of life and love.  The quick drums died, the bass mellowed and her body quickly responded to the tempo change. The beats transformed from heavy to soft and her hips made small circles in the air. Her chocolate brown eyes met mine and she motioned for me to join her again.

            Shaking my head again, I watched her sway toward me. I swallowed hard as her scent met me before she did. Her slender fingers ran over my shoulders to my lips.

            “Vincent,” she said my name so delicately and it resonated in my ears like a symphony. She leaned in closer to me. She was intoxicating me.

            The sweet aroma of cherry blossoms, vanilla and blood; she was my weakness. I would give anything to make her mine and she wanted to be mine. She straddled my lap and the music from the band deepened; the bass grew stronger with a string quartet backing it up. A guitar was added to the mix and the drums returned.

            Her eyes came to mine and her hips grinded against me.

            “Vincent,” she said softly. “Here is your chance” she said. She took my arms, wrapped them around her tiny waist and rotated her hips against me. “Take what is yours. Take what I have always wanted to give you.”

            She leaned in to kiss my neck; the warmth of kisses was bolts of lightning through my body. I wrapped arms tighter around her and fell deeper into her scent. My lips grazed her neck and I could feel her body stiffen against mine.

            “Do it…” she begged me. “Vincent please.” My fangs were at the ready, she wanted this and so did I.