Moonlight Rendezvous With A Vampire

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DEDICATION To Angelique Armae. Thank you for expressing interest in my writing career before anyone else, and becoming a good friend.

PART I: October, 1800 A crisp autumn air rushed through the bare branches on the dark starless evening. Dried fallen leaves danced with the ever-restless wind. Only the approaching crunching of footfalls disturbed the somber scene. They approached with caution and crouched among some overgrown bushes not far from the old run down home of the town hermit, Mr. Mikhailovich. “Shhh, be quiet or he'll hear us,” twelve year old Kevin said softly as he hid behind the large bushes. Eight-year-old Angelina was staring at the long neglected wood siding of the house when a shiver ran along her spine. She wondered why she'd agreed to come out here in the middle of the night just to prove she was brave enough to play with Kevin and Josh. They'd planned this as a way to initiate her into their little club. Another shiver shook through her as she gazed at the foreboding house before her. Her older brother had told her the story of the mysterious man who dwelled inside. As a result of all the rumored tragedies, the house had gained the reputation of being haunted. The owner, Mr. Mikhailovich, was a loner and rarely, if ever, seen about town. He was reputed to be extremely handsome, which would explain why he'd married several times. Unfortunately, all his wives had died mysteriously. Angelina had heard her parents talk of Mr. Mikhailovich as a dark, strange man with even stranger habits. He kept to himself and was only seen out of his home at night, that is, when he did venture out. Rumors of vampires were mostly popular among the town's children. The adults told their children he was to be avoided by all means. “Kevin, is this all really necessary?” Angelina's voice cracked. If this man was truly a vampire, they all were in grave danger for trespassing on his resting place. “This is part of the initiation. You have to prove to us you're brave, worthy to join. Don't do this and you'll never be part of the club.” He watched her as fear swept across her face. “What's the matter, Angel? Afraid of old man Mikhailovich?” “But what if he finds me and"—Angelina paused before continuing weakly—"kills me?” Kevin let out a rush of air in exasperation. “He's not going to find out if you just get in there and do it quickly. Besides, you know he only kills full grown women like his wives.” “He killed his wives?” Her eyes grew wide. “Yeah, he killed all four of them. My brother told me they all died brutal deaths. One even had her head cut off and her heart ripped out.” Angelina groaned. “That's gross.” Kevin laughed low. “Well, it's true. Bobby said so.” “But what if he wants to kills me, too, anyway? If he did it before, he can do it again.” Angelina felt her courage wane at the possibility of imminent death. Kevin began to get frustrated. “Look, if you don't want to be in our club, we can go home now.” “No, no, no. I want to be in the club. I'll do it.” “Okay, then.” Kevin looked between Angelina and the house. The wind began to whistle through the cracks and the bare branches of nearby trees scraped the old wood siding. It was as if the house knew it was about to be assaulted, and it was attempting to discourage the invaders. “Here's some paint,” Kevin said as he handed her a small pail of red paint and a brush. “What you need to do is paint, ‘A vampire

lives here,’ on the front siding of the house. It has to be in plain view, not hidden behind a bush or nothing. And it has to be big, too. Get it?” She took a deep breath as she took the paint pail. “Kevin, I can get in big trouble for this. Painting words on someone's house is wrong.” “You chicken, Angel?” “I'm not chicken.” Angelina clutched the can tightly. “Then prove it,” Kevin dared her. With a deep breath, Angelina left her hiding place among the bushes and made her way around to the front of the house. The wind grew stronger and pulled at her as she moved. Finally, she stood in front of the large, foreboding home of the strangest man in town. The house was in a severe state of disrepair. The old, faded siding was even missing in places. A large oak front door with a tarnished brass knocker in the shape of a wolf's head instantly caught Angelina's eye. What an odd thing to have,she thought. Her gaze still lingered on the knocker when she had the odd feeling of being watched. She gazed up at the several windows of the house, but no movement could be seen. It was as though a particular care had been taken to make sure no one could see in those windows. Or was it to prevent the sunlight from coming into the house? No wonder the town whispered of a vampire when they talked of Mikhailovich. No, the feeling of someone watching was not coming from the house. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, and focused on the sensation. Her eyes flashed open wide at the realization it was behind her. She decided not to turn and investigate. If she did, she knew she would lose her courage, and run away, and never come back. She wouldn't get to join the club if she ran. And if she turned, the vampire could catch her and feed off her blood. She had only one alternative. She must do her task, then run as fast as she could. Angelina scanned the siding for a good spot for her duty and quickly ran up to the house and began painting the words. When she finished a few moments later, she backed away to take a final look at her work. Just when she was about to turn and run off, two strong hands grabbed her shoulders. She screamed and dropped the paint pail, splashing red paint onto her dress and more paint ran all over the ground like an ominous puddle of blood. Shaking, every nerve in her jumped at the invasion. The hands swirled her around to face two of the coolest blue-green eyes she had ever seen. They were first filled with an angry fury, then instantly softened when he gazed into her dark, brown eyes. She studied his young, handsome face, rugged yet gentle. Long, dark, wavy hair fell loose about his face and shoulders. He was a tall man with strong, wide shoulders and muscular legs. He was dressed all in black, save for a loose white linen shirt open at the neck, and a silky black cape lined in blood red that swirled about his shoulders. He reminded her of all the stories of the vampire and the beasts of the night. He crouched his tall frame down to her level. She grew uneasy as an eerie silence grew between them. His hypnotic, gentle voice finally broke the silence between them. “Who're you, little girl?” “My name's Angelina,” she said in a meek voice A small smile broke on his lips. “Angelina,” he repeated softly to himself. His thumb came to her face and stroked her cheek in a soft caress.

She shuttered at the coolness of his touch. He looked into her eyes, and whispered, “Why, Angelina?” Gazing into his enchanting blue green eyes, she couldn't lie to this man without him knowing otherwise. “It was a dare,” she blurted He nodded as his eyes traveled her over. “Do you fear me, little one?” “A little,” she said weakly as his gaze snapped back to her eyes. Peering at her intently, his smile faded. “Well, you should be very afraid. I'm an evil creature to be feared. I know the rumors among the townspeople calling meupyr— vampire,” he said in a thick, strange foreign accent, stressing the last words. She brought her little hand to his face and felt the coolness of his skin. The town had called him an evil creature, and he seemed to believe it, too. She could sense a certain strangeness about him, an extraordinary aura that wrapped around him like the cape he wore. This unusual essence that engulfed him was frightening yet intriguing. She asked softly, “Are you Mr. Mik ... Mikhailovich?” He nodded slightly. “You've heard those rumors, no doubt?” “Yes, sir.” “Then why are you still here? Do you believe they're true, now that you've seen me?” “I don't know.” She knew within her soul, he wouldn't harm her. She couldn't understand her own jumbled emotions about this enigmatic man. Surely he was not a vampire as the townspeople rumored. Wouldn't he have sucked her blood by now? “Angelina,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “You must leave here and never come back. I fear you're not safe.” “From what?” “Me,” he said simply. In a quick movement, he released her and backed away. She watched him stand at a distance in the faint moonlight. His tall, muscled figure was a perfect silhouette in the autumn night. “Please, don't send me away,” she pleaded, taking a few steps closer. Moonlight filtered around him making him appear translucent. “You'd regret it, Angelina. Maybe not today, but eventually, you'd regret it.” Then he was gone. It was as though the moonlight had swallowed him into night. No trace of his visit remained. Angelina shivered in the cool night air, but that wasn't what chilled her. The odd encounter left her feeling sad and confused. Who was the man with the unusual aqua eyes that peered into her soul? Why did she now feel so empty? Would she ever see him again? On the wind a soft whisper came to her ears.Someday, my Angelina. We shall meet again someday.

PART II: March, 1815 Angelina heard portions of the multiple conversations going on around her as she made her way through the crowded ballroom. The music playing could hardly be enjoyed over the loud buzz of talking and frequent bursts of laughter. The overwhelming smell of expensive French perfumes, exotic flowers and sweat stifled her as she picked up her pace, fighting back a hint of nausea. The bits of conversation floated up to her ears while she passed the clusters of finely dressed ladies and elegant gentleman. Only one topic was being discussed this night—the arrival of an unmarried Russian nobleman into the midst of theton . Mothers buzzed at the possibility of marrying their charges to the count, and eligible young ladies chattered about the rumored good looks of the foreigner. Fathers wondered about of the hunting stories the count would have of far away lands, while young bucks hoped they'd have some chance with the ladies after he arrived. The mystery man had yet to turn up at this latest of social events. So, the speculations swirled about society like a whirlpool. For the moment Angelina had little care for the latest rumors of the count. All she wanted was a few moments out on the balcony for some fresh air. After months of balls and tea parties, she'd grown tired of the same people and the same conversations. At least some of them have eased up their pressure for her to marry. This being her sixth season, many of her relations had already given up hope. She'd only had a few offers in the past, but none of the gentlemen could touch her heart. Angelina believed there had to be more to life than an existence with a man she didn't love. She was convinced to only marry for love. Finally, she reached the French doors leading out to the balcony. Once outside, she took a deep breath of the cool night air, moving away from the noise and suffocation of the crowd inside. Making her way to the railing, she peered out over the neatly manicured gardens below. Moonlight washed a soft creamy glow on the trimmed hedges surrounding a beautifully elaborate gazebo, a favorite meeting place for young lovers. Oddly enough, the gazebo was empty. Angelina had started to shiver as the cool March breeze caressed her skin, when a peculiar uneasiness washed over her senses. She felt something near, yet she could not see anything. It was a feeling she had not felt in a very long time. Memories of the past flashed into her mind. She couldn't forget the hypnotic eyes of the man she had met that night so long ago. His image had filled her dreams for months after the encounter. Recently, she'd thought about him again after so many years. Why did a man from so long ago haunt her thoughts? Dreams of him had been the reason why she had turned down all of her past suitors. None could match the stirring her handsome fantasy man had caused. He alone made her feel alive in the dark shadows of the night. No other man could ever match or surpass her dream man. She was in love with the memory of a stranger she had met as a child. It pained her to think she had never seen him again after that night. He moved away from the small town almost immediately afterwards. The house had been abandoned for years before it was eventually torn down. Angelina pulled her thin shawl tighter about her shoulders to ward against the cool air, even though it was a heavenly relief to the heavy atmosphere inside. She bent back her head and deeply inhaled the crisp air. As she enjoyed her momentary reprieve, she felt the oddest sensation against her neck. A warm breath—like air—caressed her tender skin. Lost in the unbelievable feeling, she leaned her head more to one side to allow the warmth to continue its magic. As she stood there lost in the moment, a strange voice whispered, low and seductive, “Angelina, it is time for us.” She quickly inhaled and held her breath.

Then it was gone. She trembled in the night air, but not from it. The strange thrill of the mysterious erotic encounter shook through her. What could've caused such a sensation? Where did that voice come from? Did I just imagine it? Oddly enough, those exciting stirrings weren't new to her. The man in her dreams visited her nightly and filled her with the unbelievable urges. No other could ever truly live up to the things he could make her feel. The things he did to her were erotic and disturbing, and last night had been the most sensual dream yet. She had lain in her chambers on the bed waiting for him, coming to bond his body and soul with hers. The windows had been opened to a gentle, cool breeze, blowing the gauzy curtains to the sides, revealing the figure of a man. This was not just any man. He was the essence of pure masculine sexuality. The sight of him standing there had made her whole body shudder with anticipation. He moved into the room like a panther on the prowl. While she could see his body in perfection, his face remained in the shadows. Only his blue-green eyes glistened, reflecting his burning desire. She remembered writhing on the bed, aching for his touch. She felt the bed give under his weight as he sat next to her. His hand slowly caressed her body trailing from her side up across her belly to her breast, hot and seductive through her thin silk chemise. Her breath caught in her throat when he gently massaged her nipple into a hard nub. Erotic awareness ran through her body making her feel alive and feel positively wanton. Angelina had to keep reminding herself that he was only a dream. This kind of thing didn't happen in real life, did it?Anyway, such scandalous dreams were best kept to herself. If it ever got about society of her wanton longing, she would be ostracized forever. Angelina stood staring out into the darkness, pondering about the voice on the wind when she heard a female voice call her from behind, bringing her back to the present. “Angel, my dear, you must come and see,” Anne, her mother, called to her excitedly as she approached. “Hehas arrived.” Angel turned to face her smiling mother, still a woman of unblemished beauty at forty. Beautiful, charming and fashionable in her green silk gown, her mother wildly fluttered her prized feathered fan in her excitement. “Who has arrived?” Angelina asked as she attempted to regain her composure. “Why, the count, my dear. You must come and see. I declare, he's the handsomest man I had ever seen.” The woman beamed at her daughter, probably harboring secret hopes of catching the count for a son-in-law. She was no different than the other mothers with eligible daughters. Laughing nervously, Angelina asked, “More handsome than father?” Still shaken by the unexplained encounter, she attempted to hide her feelings. She had been getting used to hiding a lot from her parents these days—like erotic fantasies of strange men visiting her in the night. “My dear, no one will be as handsome as your father. However, this count is very close. Come and see.” Her mother led Angelina back into the crowded ballroom. She could see the crowd of young ladies at the other end of the room. This stranger caused quite a commotion among theton. Her curiosity was peaked. Maybe seeing him once from afar wouldn't hurt. “Oh, my, how will you ever see how handsome he is through all these people?” her mother said, standing on her toes, attempting to look over the crowd. Angelina strained her neck searching for the count when the room suddenly fell silent. A moment later, the group parted like the Red Sea for a large man dressed in a formal red military uniform.

He was an older gentleman with graying hair and a portly physique. He came right up to Angelina and bowed formally. “Count Ivanovich has the wish for his first dance with you, Miss Williams. He has heard of your exquisite beauty and wishes to meet you.” Then, turning to her mother, he said, “With your permission, of course, Mrs. Williams.” Obviously awed by the sudden interest in her daughter, she answered breathlessly, “Of course. Angelina is honored by such an attention from his lordship.” Speechless, Angelina curtsied and took the man's offered arm. Her slow steps across the ballroom were followed by whispers among theton . Irritated mothers flapped their fans angrily, gossiping about his lordship's interest in a woman he had never met. How could he want a woman in her sixth season out as opposed to their younger charges? “He must have met her before this,” they whispered. She felt their razor tongues spreading speculations as they watched her take each step. As she slowly walked the length of the ballroom, she was overcome by a strange consciousness. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she shivered against the odd feeling. She cast down her eyes to hide the unknown fear within her. She couldn't place the source of her uneasiness, and it was strangely intimate. While Angelina was still attempting to maintain her composure, her escort stopped. All she could see were the brightly shined black boots of the man before her. She couldn't bring herself to look up at the mystery man who had requested her company. Her escort announced clearly, “My lord, may I present Miss Angelina Williams.” Then, taking her hand in his, he continued, “Miss Williams, may I present Count Roman Ivanovich.” Angelina kept her eyes lowered while she curtsied politely to the Count Ivanovich. She watched his fine expensive boots take a few short steps forward, then felt her escort lightly give him her hand. A shock shot through her as she felt his warm strong fingers envelop hers. Her hand was lifted to his lips, and he brushed her knuckles with a gentle kiss. His lips were warm and soft, causing tiny thrills to travel up her arm and through her body. Every nerve had awakened at his touch. A voice came to her, hypnotizing to her ears. “Miss Williams, we meet at last.” The voice was so soothing, yet familiar. She couldn't place such a wonderful voice other than in her dreams. “Please don't fear me, Miss Williams. I would never harm you.” Then in the recesses of her mind, she heard his voice again.Look at me, my Angelina. I've waited so long for you, moya lubov. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked up into the aqua eyes of the dark man of her dreams. The thought pleased her, yet frightened her beyond anything she had ever known. She couldn't help but shake when gazing into those eyes. **** Roman looked into the face of the angel he had waited for over the centuries. She'd grown into a beautiful woman since he had last seen her. Now dressed in a ivory silk gown, and her dark tresses swept up into the latest fashion, he knew his wait was over. She would become his mate, his beam of light to his dark existence. It had taken all his strength of reserve not to mark her when he had found her fifteen years before. He'd left town that very night to prevent any further temptation to see her again. He had even sent himself into the sleep of his kind to wait for her to become the enchanting woman who now stood before him. He only arose a few months ago to make preparations for their meeting and courtship. As much as he adored her, he wanted her to come to him willingly. Knowing Angelina would accept him better as one of her world, he resisted visiting her before now, other than as a dream

shadow. In that form, he could awaken her innermost desires and find some comfort within her presence. A slow smile spread over his lips as he brought her gloved hand to his mouth for another lingering kiss across her knuckles. **** The gesture was formal, yet there was more to the action than the surface appearance. Images of hot, steamy passion filled nights had sprung to her mind. Chills ran through her body putting every nerve on alert. As he lowered her hand, he smiled devilishly. The music began once again. Roman bowed to her and asked, “May I have this waltz, Miss Williams? It would give me great pleasure.” His thick foreign accent washed over her soul, awakening her body, and she felt it reacting in scandalous ways. His voiced caressed her like a light gentle lover's touch. Why did her skin tingle at his mere touch and her legs become so weak? An unknown ache throbbed within her body, ending at the apex of her thighs. She accepted his offer and was led to the center of the deserted dance floor. The undiscovered need grew at the gentle touch of his hand. Tiny waves of electric heat shot through her dress where he placed his one hand at her waist. With his other hand, he held hers lightly. Angelina couldn't believe so much heat could be given off by anyone. His touch alone was intoxicating. They moved with the music as it washed over the dance floor. She closed her eyes and felt her way through the dance, their movements in perfect harmony together. His steps were so smooth and seamless, Angelina wondered if his feet ever truly touched the floor. As he led her across the floor, it was as though they were the only two people there. No one else existed, and they danced in the dreamy world of their own creation. “Angelina,” he said in a soothing voice, bringing her back to reality. She opened her eyes to find him examining her with those haunting azure eyes. They were full of a powerful emotion she couldn't recognize. “Yes, my lord?” she managed to whisper. His use of her given name with such familiarity was completely improper. When he said it, her name sounded like a term of endearment. “When you close your eyes like that, you truly look your namesake—a heavenly angel.” Blushing at the unexpected compliment, she couldn't help but look away from his face. “My lord is too generous with his compliments.” Roman brought his hand to her face and guided her gaze back to his with his finger. She felt the shock of her bare skin against his. “A woman such as you should be told often how her beauty enchants those around her.” She laughed nervously. “I do believe, Count Roman, that you're purposely trying to make me blush with your improper behavior.” His body shook with a silent laugh. “I'm not being improper,moya lubov . It's your society that's restricting.” “Well, you best conform to society's ways or you'll become known as the biggest rake in England within a fortnight. I can see a

string of broken hearts in your future, my lord.” She couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to this mysterious man. His closeness made her feel nervous, yet secure, too. Never had she felt as safe with someone as she did now with the count. Roman held her tighter against his strong, lean body, and said in a husky voice. “No other woman in England could match your gentle beauty, my fair Lina. I've no need to look elsewhere.” **** Watching from the side of the room as the couple danced, Aldolfo von Uber listened to the whisperings among theton . So set in proper behavior, they observed the couple and theorized about their previous relationship. Some speculated they had met months before while the Count Ivanovich still resided in Italy. “But did Miss Williams ever visit Italy?” one asked. Others theorized they must have met years ago on a previous visit by the count. Could that have been why Angelina's heart had been so untouchable? He listened sipping his brandy in slow drafts, allowing its liquid heat to burn a trail down his throat. How silly theseEnglanders could be. They seemed to live off the stories of others’ indiscretions and affairs. If they only knew the truth behind the man called Roman Ivanovich. He knew the secret, dark past of the count. As a member of the Society of Preternatural Discovery, he had access to information on the count dating back at least a hundred years. It was his duty to prove to his colleagues that the man here tonight was the same man who had lived two hundred years ago. Normally content with seclusion, Roman led the typical existence of his kind. Now, he had come to England for some reason. Once Aldolfo saw the dark-haired beauty Roman now led around the dance floor, there was no doubt what that reason had been. Angelina Williams was fair in every way, and Aldolfo could not blame Roman for his actions. As he followed the couple with his steely eyes, Aldolfo felt a pang of jealousy. This angel among women—the one now doomed to a fate worse than death— deserved better. He would have to make sure the vampire wouldn't condemn her precious soul to the life of the damned. **** Angelina danced two waltzes with the count before she realized they were the only couple on the dance floor. She could almost hear the speculations among theton . How could she have let him flood her senses to the point of ignoring everything else? After the second dance ended, Roman led her off the floor back to his small entourage and her awaiting, fidgety mother. “Mrs. Williams, I thank you for allowing me to steal a few moments with your lovely daughter.” Turning to Angelina, he continued, “And, I hope to see more of her in the future, as well, if the lady approves.” The older woman quickly batted her feathered fan in her excitement. “Why I'm sure Angelina will look forward to your visits, my lord.” Angelina stood overwhelmed by the attentions of Count Roman. Never before had any other gentleman, especially of royal lineage, paid so much attention to her in the past. Not only did he pay her special consideration, he stirred feelings she had never felt before, except in her dreams. His comments on the dance floor had made her feel giddy and lightheaded. “Angel, dear, answer the count,” her mother instructed, bringing Angelina out of her thoughts. “I would be honored, Count Roman.” Her reply brought a dazzling smile to his already handsome face. The effect left her breathless.

“Then I'll call upon you tomorrow evening.” Angelina and her mother exchanged quizzical glances. Suitors usually visited in the afternoon. Calling in the evening was simply not done. “I'm sorry, ladies, if that timing is unusual, but, alas, business calls me away during the mornings and afternoons. I'm only able to enjoy the finer distractions of society in the after hours. I hope you both forgive such an oddity, but it cannot be helped.” Roman watched their reactions, and when Mrs. Williams nodded her head in understanding, it was a great relief. Angelina was slower to accept his explanation. “Very well, Count Roman,” Mrs. Williams began. “We will expect you for dinner then. Is seven o'clock good for you, my lord?” Groaning inwardly, Roman accepted the invitation, hoping to endure the sight and smells of cooked flesh just to spend a few moments with Angelina. Soon, nothing would stand in his way to claim her as his own. **** Roman stood in the small garden of his rented residence in London, looking out into the night. Scents of nearby blooming English roses filled his nostrils along with the smells of pumping blood of the several animals scurrying nearby. The impulse to see Angelina again had been overwhelming. Her blood called to him through the darkness. Taking a sip of his specially made wine, he listened to the sounds of the night. He heard every movement of various nocturnal creatures hunting their next meal. How close he felt to them right now. He should hunt as well, if only to quench this nagging hunger. Only his hunger went beyond filling his stomach. He craved the primitive sexual gratification only Angelina could provide. The thought of her soft flesh against his skin brought a moan to his throat. After over two hundred years of searching the world, he had come to believe his search for the one woman to become his mate, and share his existence, seemed to be in vain. Then, one night, he found the girl with soft, brown eyes who would give him a whole new purpose. He had known instantly that she was the one destined to be his mate. And now, the wait was over. He wanted to come into her society and win her love before he revealed his secret. Then she had to sacrifice herself in the name of love to live forever at his side. There would be no way he could exist without her now. He would rather meet the dawn than lose her. How could he convince a young woman so full of vitality to turn to the life of a vampire? Roman enjoyed being a vampire. Turned two hundred and fifty years before, he had grown to find pleasure in being an immortal vampire. Humans tended to feel as if the act of drinking blood was distasteful, but it was merely a way of life for the vampire. Some vampires made a game of acquiring their nourishment, hunting and seducing humans into the ultimate submission of will. Those vampires were the lowest among his kind. They murdered their prey by drinking until the last drop. Once a vampire took their first life, the rush would become an addiction and only taking more lives sated the increasing appetite. Roman could never bring himself to take a life in the name of a meal. It was not only unnecessary, but it was cruel. Not that he had never been tempted, especially as a fledgling, but he'd learned control and drank only enough to ease his hunger. Most of his intake came from animal blood his servant obtained and blended in red wine. As he stood there contemplating, he felt the approach of his servant. In Roman's present aroused state, any human and the sound of that person's rhythmic pulsing flow of rich, warm blood was hard to bear. He fought the primitive impulse of his kind and took another gulp of his drink. “My lord, is there anything else you require tonight?” The older man still wore his red formal uniform, although the coat was unbuttoned and flapped open as he moved. Roman breathed in Victor's familiar scent before he turned. The man and his ancestors have served Roman for two hundred years. Each descendant passed on his or her duties to their offspring, caring for the fine details Roman required. Victor had watched over

Roman's resting place for years until he awoke to court his fair Angelina. “I don't know how long I can stay away. I've waited so long for her.” Victor nodded with silent understanding. “You must understand. Miss Williams has been brought up into a society with strict rules of courtship. She wouldn't be willing to break her beliefs for a man she hardly knew, my lord.” “I know, but that does not mean I have to like it.” Roman gripped his glass tighter in his frustration. He drained his glass, turned and handed it to Victor. “You may retire. I'll not need you for the rest of the night.” The dismissal was colder than Roman intended. “Rest well, my lord.” Victor quietly turned and left him to battle alone. Victor's words haunted him. Could he bear to wait the proper amount of time to court Angelina? No ... he knew he couldn't. Already aware of her attraction to him by his several dream shadow visits, Roman knew he had to go against her society and their rigid standards. Hopefully, she wouldn't resist her feelings outside the dream state. “But is that wise, my friend?” A voice broke the darkness, announcing another dark presence within the night. “Edward, what are you doing here?” Roman turned to the tall vampire gliding from the darkness into the dim moonlit night. “My friend, your blood lust sings to me. I can feel your needs as if they were my own.” The vampire pierced him with his cool, crystal blue eyes. His suave demeanor and cultured manners were decidedly British. Judging from his long, jet black hair tied back into a queue, and his impeccable wardrobe of the finest London top coat and breeches, one would think he'd been born to this time, instead of back during the reign of Henry V. “I can't help it. I've waited for her for so long. The end of my loneliness is within my reach.” “Try searching for a mate for four hundred years. I wish I had your fortune in finding mine so early.” Roman heard the underlying emptiness in Edward's voice. Even though Edward had been the one who'd brought Roman into the life of a vampire, he couldn't hold it against him. Roman had begged for the chance to live. Having been condemned to death for treason by his uncle, Ivan the Terrible, Roman had yearned to live beyond his mere seven-and-twenty years. Now, two hundred and fifty years later, he didn't regret his decision to become an immortal vampire. The only drawback of his existence had been the loneliness, and that was about to end. He knew in his heart that Angelina would make the sacrifice and join him. If not, he would have Edward help end his life, driving a stake through his broken heart, then leaving him to burn away with the morning sun's kiss, searing away any last trace of his physical body. It would be a poetic end to his vampiric life. “I'm sorry, Edward. I forget how long you've waited for such a gift.” Chuckling softly, he stepped closer to his friend, laying a hand on Roman's shoulder. “Don't worry about me. Willing women are available wherever I go. Instead of one heart, I have many yearning for my love. I doubt I could settle for only one at this point.” Edward had hidden his pain behind his many liaisons scattered about England and Italy. Roman knew it was only a farce to ease the hurt and isolation. “Well, one woman would be enough for me. Angelina would keep me satisfied for eternity.” “Be careful. These ladies of theton hang onto the rules of society like a lifeline. The cultured ones are even harder to seduce into spreading their legs.” “I don't plan to court her for long. I've visited her as a dream shadow, so she already burns for me to become her mate.” Roman felt his body harden at the thought of her willingness for his touch. She had reacted without any thought, following her body's needs and desires. Now he craved to be with her in the flesh. The need to touch her soft, warm skin and taste her sweet blood

had been overwhelming. He wanted her and soon. “Well, Roman, I've a high society lady awaiting my talents this night. Her blood sings the song of wealth and culture, and I can't wait to taste its richness as she gives herself to me.” Before turning to leave, he added, “There's one more thing you may want to be aware of. I sensed our friend, the Hunter. He is close and planning his attack. I fear your lady may become a part of his operations if left free too long. So, there's one more reason to bring her over to us—before the Hunter gets to her.” Aldolfo. Damn the Hunter and his Society to find vampires.He would kill Angelina before allowing her to become a creature of the night. Now, because of Roman, she was in danger. He had to move up his courtship and secure her heart. There was now an even better reason to follow through on his plan to bring her over quickly. The longer they delayed, the greater the danger to both of them. Edward disappeared into the darkness as fast as he had appeared. His friend for the past two hundred years, Roman never regretted letting him bring him into the dark world of the vampire. He still didn't know how his friend coped with the emptiness without a mate. The friendship they shared had been comforting, but it could not fill the loneliness only a mate could ease. He needed Angelina tonight. He wanted to feel her skin, smell her hair, and taste her pure, virginal blood. Three bites. He needed to drink from her three times to bring her over. The first time would bond her soul to his in a mental connection as he joined with her body. The second time would begin the transformation. The third time, she needed to ask for it, making the ultimate sacrifice. Finally, she would drink from him, completing her change into a creature of the night—his blood mate for eternity. The cool night air filled his lungs as he breathed deeply to concentrate. In the stillness, his body began to crackle and shift. Shiny black feathers burst forth from his skin and arms changed into wings. His entire body altered in size and shape, changing into a large, dark raven. Roman tested his new form, spreading his large black wings wide. Jumping upward, the raven flapped his large wings to catch the gentle wind current and soared into the night. In the air hung a thick humidity, customary to the typical London evening in early spring. Fog rolled in off the Thames, covering the city in a dense gray veil. Tall masts of several naval brigantines rocked gently at the river docks while awaiting their cargoes to be loaded in the morning before ultimately making their voyage across to the sea to the needy Americans in exchange for cotton and tobacco. Leaving the Thames behind, Roman flew inland toward the looming English gothic towers of Westminster Abbey. The sharp points of the elegant structure stretched upward, as if reaching to heaven for its entombed kings and queens. How many monarchs had passed through those doors for their coronation, weddings, and funerals since he had turned into a creature of the night? He couldn't rightly remember. One monarch seemed the same as the next. Although, Elizabeth had made the biggest impression upon her country thus far. Fleeing his uncle's tyrannical rule and possible vengeance in the mid-1560s, Roman had journeyed with Edward to his motherland, England. Elizabeth had ruled for several years with some discontent of the court, but proving a strong leader for her people. After the death of Ivan in Russia, Roman had thought to return, but he loved living in England. When the English borders were threatened by Philip II and his Spanish Armada in 1588, Edward and Roman had joined the fight, thriving on the adventure and excitement of battle. As the Spanish ships flailed and sank into the sea, they'd feasted on the blood of their enemies. The taste of victory had never been sweeter. Passing over the St. James Park and gliding above the St. James Street, Roman could see the nighttime activities of its inhabitants. Even at this late hour, people still went about their business. Whores wandered the street corners looking for clients to give them a bed for the night, intoxicated society bucks staggered out of pubs trying to make their way home, and delivery men drove their carts readying for the morning deliveries. Gentlemen of title and nobility tottered out of their clubs and gambling houses, penniless and stinking of cheap perfume and sex, they proved wealth did not make any guarantees of worthiness. Most humans that had come from riches were some of the most wretched in his experience. A light breeze blew giving the night a cool moistness. Roman glided on the air currents taking him closer to his Angelina. He would spare her the fate of one of those faithless creatures and a loveless marriage. No other could love her as he had. Two hundred years of waiting and wanting was about to come to a head this night.

**** Angelina sat in front of her vanity as her maid, Marie, brushed out her hair for the night. With each stroke, she felt some of the night's tension melt away. First, she'd had an odd experience out on the balcony. Then she had met the Count Ivanovich, a man very much like her dream man.What was it about his voice? It seemed so familiar. She had heard him speak to her in her mind, or did she imagine it? It must have been her nervousness talking to her. Outside, she must have imagined the voice in her unconsciousness, floating upon the wind.How else could one explain it? And her feeling of an immediate connection to Count Roman must have been due to her night visions. Count Roman.The man was dark and mysterious, and appealed to her senses. Her body had reacted to his closeness when they danced—something no other suitor had ever caused. She could easily see herself with the man in a more intimate setting. Perhaps, he was the one she had waited for. “Mistress, is there anything else you require tonight?” Maria asked setting the brush down upon the vanity table. Various bottles scattered on the surface were filled with simple scents and creams to keep Angelina's skin smooth and soft. “No, you may go.” Maria quietly retired from the room, leaving with a slight click as the door slid closed. Angelina sat staring at her image in the mirror, wondering what her next encounter with the enigmatic Count Roman would be like. Tomorrow evening, she would see him again, dining with her family like her fiancé. Surprisingly, she liked the idea. After turning out the oil lamp nearby, she got up and strode over to her bed. The large elaborate four-poster bed had been a gift from her mother for her sixteenth birthday. Its rich cherry wood gleamed in the low, flickering light from a candle burning on a small night table sitting nearby. Glass doors leading out to a small personal balcony were open to let in the gentle, cool breeze of the night. Sheer curtains fluttered as the night air seeped into the room. Climbing under the covers, Angelina welcomed the bed's warm comfort, easing her tired body onto the soft mattress. She lay there gazing at the open doors, watching the curtains move with the wind. The motion was mesmerizing and calming, easing her busy mind to sleep. Against the moonlight, a silhouette of a great bird landed upon the balcony railing. There he perched, gazing into her room. His dark eyes pieced the darkness in silence. Staring, she felt its glare upon her. Ravens were known as a sign of ill fortune. Could this be an ominous sign on her meeting with the count? Upon the night wind, a thought drifted through the air into her room.Angelina, let me in. Invite me, moya lubov. Sitting up in bed, she kept an eye on the ebony bird glaring at her with dark eyes. Fear and exhilaration shot through her body as her blood pumped faster through her veins. Was she imagining again? Call to me with your heart, Lina. Warmth spread around her body as a lover's embrace. The feeling left her comforted, yet her body felt on alert. Her breathing quickened and her heart raced. The warmth wrapped around her tighter and soothed her. The raven jumped down to the balcony floor, and its shape grew larger, shifting in size and shape, until the outline of a powerful man stood outside her door. I need you, my Lina. His face remained in the shadows of the night while the silver moon glow outlined his body. Dressed in black, a cape floated about his broad shoulders, hugging his body. He was a powerful figure, and she wanted to see more. Feel more. The count had called her Lina just that very night. No one else had ever called her that. Throwing her better judgment to the wind, she squeaked, “Come to me.”

When he entered the room, it was as though all the air was sucked out. It was him. Just like her dreams, he stood sexy and virile. She must really be asleep, because could he be here otherwise? And, the great bird had seemed to change into him. How could that be? “My sweet Lina, I've waited so long for you. I must have you this night.” Easing back onto the soft covers of her bed, she felt the heat build within her body. Jolts of excitement pumped through her veins as she whispered to him an entreaty, “Please.” She watched him move slowly to the bed, his eyes piercing the darkness with their own ethereal light. “I'm not a dream, Lina. Not this night,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “I don't understand,” she said propping her back up against the headboard and a few pillows. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress giving under his weight. “I'm a man of many secrets, but I wish to share them with you.” “Secrets? Like what?” She felt so at ease with him there. Secure somehow. Safe. “Someday, I will tell you all. But right now, my sweet Lina, I want to love you.” She reached out and touched his face. She had a connection to this man. In her soul, she'd known it since the moment she saw him at the dance. As she felt the slight roughness of his chin, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “Love me, Roman. I need you, too.” She wanted him. There was no denying her own desires. The man had awakened her body with a mere look from those mesmerizing eyes. He caught her wrist and planted a gentle kiss on her pulse point. Chills ran up her arm and through her body when he grazed his tongue over the sensitive area. The area between her legs ached for an unknown touch. A groan sounded from her throat, totally unexpected. When he nipped the area he'd lavished with his tongue, her intimate muscles clinched in anticipation. She shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be there in her chambers, let alone arousing unknown sensations within her body. But he was there, close and alluring. There had never been any other man with whom she would submit to such a scandalous situation. If it ever got out that the count had been here in her bedchamber... “Don't worry yourself, Lina,” he whispered against her skin, lips moving along her inner arm, tasting her along the way. “My intentions are to marry you and make you mine. No other woman but you could fill the loneliness in my heart.” From his pants pocket he pulled out a ring. “I've held onto this for a long time, Lina, to give to the woman destined to become mine. I'd like for you to have it as a token of my love.” She marveled at the beauty of the gold filigree design surrounding a large, blood red ruby. Fire danced in its depths, mesmerizing her with the exquisite beauty. “Roman, I hardly know what to say. It's beautiful, but don't you think this is all going too fast?” She felt that connection to him, but propriety told her she should question the pace. “Perhaps, but Lina, I've waited for you all my life, I don't wish to wait any longer. Please take this and tell me you'll have me.” His voice sounded sincere with a tender emotion. There was hardly anything to think about. She, too, had waited for him. She knew this in her heart, her soul. With a smile, she extended her hand for him to place the ring on her finger. As he slid it on her finger, he said, “This ring is extremely old and has been in my family for a very long time.” “It's exquisite, Roman,” she whispered, somewhat overwhelmed by her own emotions.Can one fall in love so quickly? Yet, she felt as if she had known him for years.

Holding her hand, he brought it to his lips. Faces so close, his lips were a mere breath away. What would it be like to have those lips kissing hers? As if reading her mind, he leaned in and covered her mouth with his own. Intoxicating.If she knew what alcoholic spirits were like, they had to be like this. His mouth moved slowly against hers. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, and she moaned, opening to him for the strange sensations to continue. Her senses reeled from the new responsiveness he awakened. The dream man was good, but this was much better. She couldn't think straight, not when he touched her, the heat from his hands burning through the thin fabric of her cotton nightgown. Suddenly, it became a barrier, blocking the way for her to get closer to him. What was she doing? In a matter of hours, she met a man much like her phantom lover, and now there he was in her chambers, asking her to love him forever. Was she just dreaming all this? He eased her back down onto the soft pillows of her bed. He rained kisses across her jaw and down her neck. This was definitely reality. She could feel his body heat so close, melting into her, and the smell of him filled her nostrils with a drugging combination of spice and danger. Oh, yes, he was dangerous. Very.He oozed it through his pores. Maybe that was part of the attraction. Her daring the scandal of being found with him now was exhilarating. He moved down her body, driving any remaining thoughts or doubts out of her mind. She wanted him to continue the luscious attack upon her body. His lips traveled back up and he nibbled her neck, right at her pulse point. Her heart must have skipped a beat at the pure erotic sensation! While his mouth worked magic against her tender neck, his hands traveled down her sides and lifted the hem of her modest nightgown. As he pulled away the fabric, the night air kissed her skin. Exposing her body to his eyes and touch was a simple erotic act, but it was nothing compared to the feel of his fingers brushing along her skin. His mouth tasted her neck then, once he bared her body, he dipped down to lave at one of her hardening nipples. His tongue danced over the aureole, then he clamped his mouth over her nipple, drawing it into his moist heat. Her muscles contracted at the sheer delight, but then he cupped her other breast, teasing the other nipple to a hard point. Her heart beat so hard she thought it would burst from her chest. Sexual awakenings within her burst forth at his touch. Grasping his hair, she ran her fingers through the thick, dark locks as she purred his name in a husky voice, “Roman.” Dipping down lower, his mouth tasted her skin all over her. She felt as if she was melting into his body, absorbed by his essence. Surely this was right. Giving herself to this man was exquisite. His tongue lapped at her navel, causing her to giggle slightly. His hands caressed her soft abdomen then slid down to her hips, pulling them up off the bed's soft mattress. When his hot breath hovered over her apex of curls, she jumped at the intangible feelings of white-hot heat licking at her core, begging for an unknown conclusion. He spread her legs wide as he murmured, “Let me taste your lovely juices ... the nectar of your desire only I can create.” Before she knew what exactly he meant, his tongue stroked over her sensitive nub. Dear God, he's licking me!Such a thought never before passed through her mind. And what lovely sensations! He passed over her clit again in a slow caress, tickling her intimately into a quivering bundle of responses. When he closed over her nubbin with his mouth and sucked her, nibbling at the tiny bead, she shattered. Her body took on a life of its own starting from the roots of her hair and traveling down through her body to the curl of her toes. Muscles convulsed as he continued to suckle her and she thought she would die from the sheer pleasure of it. The blaze burned out of control all due to his

wonderful tongue. As the waves began to recede, he moved away. She felt lost without his heat, but saw through the misty remnants of her orgasm that he'd stripped away his clothes. What a magnificent specimen of a man! Broad muscular shoulders and chest tapered to a rippled waist, all evidence of a man in prime physical form. Dark hair dusted his chest, around his masculine nipples, then narrowed down to the nest of dark curls surrounding a very impressive cock. Angelina had heard wives whisper of male anatomy, but she'd never seen one, not even in books. Things like that were positively scandalous! Her father didn't even allow her to view such vulgarity in art. Roman's cock stood from his body, a large blood-filled rod covered with slick looking skin. The head was purplish and it jumped under her gaze. She tore her eyes away from the fascination between his legs to see him smiling down at her. He looked like sin incarnate. Once again he joined her on the bed. Covering her body with his own, he kissed her deeply. She tasted her own musky juices, the scent of sex. He nudged her legs apart, but with his own. At the brink of her entrance, he nuzzled her neck as he whispered, “You're the light to my darkness, and from this point on, you're mine alone.” With that, his cock pushed through the wet folds of her labia and plunged into her receptive core. The momentary pain shot through her, and he stilled for her to recover. When he began to move in slow strokes within her, the pain was replaced by ecstasy. Tonight held such wonders of incredible sensations, and it seemed to be only the beginning. The pressure began to build within her once again. The sheer movement of his body so intimately connected to hers was enough to send her body into involuntary convulsions, but he slowed his rhythm before she neared her edge of control, bringing her back down to earth once again. “Oh, Roman, my love, please help me, I need...” What was it she needed from him? That play of his mouth on her before had felt wonderful, but him filling her body with his own was incredible. His body rubbed her nubbin as his cock pumped into her core. At her plea, his rhythm increased. She wrapped her legs about his waist and he penetrated a little deeper into her body. Her hips moved with his, meeting each thrust with a passion. He nuzzled her neck, speaking low against her skin. So low, she couldn't make out the words. Then the wall crashed, and her body quaked once again in a massive orgasm, met with his own grunts of release. Pain.A strange, stinging pain pinched her neck as her muscles clinched about his cock, milking him of his essence. He clamped down on her neck, holding her in place like a wild animal mating in the jungle. The pain somehow heightened the pleasure, and her body renewed its convulsions while she screamed out his name. His body pumped into her hips, riding out the waves of passion as the pain coursing through her drained away. He licked at her neck now, delicately caressing her sore area. Her strength seemed to have ebbed way with their joining of bodies. She knew it had been much more than a physical act. It was an act between lovers. Roman was her lover, and no other man could ever take his place. As he rolled off of her, he gathered her into his arms, stroking the softness of her hair between his fingers. “You rest now, my Lina. You need your strength for the trying times to come. But know, I shall be by your side when the changes arrive, and you will be forever mine. My eternal love.” “What do you mean changes, Roman?” she asked in a dreamy voice. That her body felt so weakened, she supposed was most likely from the exertion.

“Shh. Sleep now. I will hold you through the night. We shall speak of our future tomorrow when I come for dinner. Then I will tell you all.” What was it that Roman had to tell her? He had said he had secrets. What could they be? Did they possible affect her future with him? Questions flooded her mind, even in her weakened state. He rocked her body against his own, and he kissed her hairline in butterfly soft caresses. As he murmured against her in a low voice, she felt the heaviness of fatigue overcome her. Unable to fight the urge to sleep, she gave into her body's need, and slept within the arms of her lover. **** When she awoke in the morning, Roman was gone. He must have slipped out before the sun came up. How she wished she could nestle into his arms just now. A few hours just wasn't enough. She still felt oddly weak, but different somehow. Tired from her evening of loving with Roman, she decided to sleep in a bit longer today. After all, he was coming again that evening for dinner with her family. It would be a perfect time for them to announce their intentions to her parents. She felt the weight on her left hand from the grand ruby ring set in the delicate gold filigree. Playing with the beautiful ring with her fingers, she gazed into its fiery red glow. Never had she seen a large gem with such vibrant color. Everything was so amazing. Only a day before, she had thought there would never be a man to make her feel so wonderful. She was in love with her dream man. Then Roman had appeared. Everything changed. She fell in love with him on the dance floor, swirling about the room in his strong arms. When he told her he had no need to look further for another woman, she thought it was a mere line to impress her. But the look in his eyes told her he meant what he said. Then last night ... oh, last night.Their coupling had felt so right, she couldn't doubt her own emotions. She loved him with all her heart. Love had drifted into her life with the appearance of the Count Ivanovich. Her parents would surely be pleased with the match. They were financially secure, and the addition of a count to their connections would benefit them all. Her mother would love being the mother-in-law to the handsome count. Bragging to all the other mothers would be a joy to her at every tea party. Angelina giggled at the looks on the sour mothers’ faces who missed out on such an eligible match for their daughters. Her father, a gentleman in his own right, would enjoy the distinction the connection would give him. She could picture him now discussing the latest political views with Roman's friends. Who were Roman's friends and family?She realized, as much they had exchanged, she hardly knew the man. What kind of business kept him busy all day? He had mentioned his business prevented him to keep with society's proper calling times. Maybe he was involved in some sort of shipping company? Somehow, though, shipping didn't seem to fit him. So, what did he do? And what about his family? He'd mentioned the ring had been in his family for a long time, but that was all she knew. Were his parents still alive? Did he have any siblings? She did know he'd only recently come to England from Italy, but that was all. Perhaps he owned a vineyard there. That would explain his business duties somewhat. But his name, Ivanovich certainly wasn't Italian. Sounded more Russian. Questions filled her mind as she drifted back to sleep. The fatigue was just too much to ignore, even when her mind buzzed with questions she needed to ask Roman that evening. **** Aldolfo waited until the proper time to make his call on Miss Angelina. Captured by her dark beauty, he hoped to make his own intentions known. Granted, going against the count would be difficult, but it would be worth it. Images of her submitting to him had kept him awake most of the night. He would bring her to the brink of her climax over and over, and deny her release so she would

beg him to give her relief. His cock grew hard and strained against his pants at the thought of her at his mercy. Her dark hair would fan over the pillows as she pulled at her manacles. Her lush curves would beckon for his touch, and his mouth watered. Those firm breasts would feel heavenly in his palms, and he itched to test their weight. All the while she would beg him, plead for him to bring her over the edge. Women of his acquaintance knew his preferences. He wanted to feel their struggle. It was a deviance some of his male friends thought unhealthy, but he enjoyed seeing a woman submit to him completely. The addition of an element of fear in a woman's eyes was even more exciting. At the moment, Aldolfo stood waiting in the parlor at the Williams’ town home. It was delicately decorated with hand-painted pale green wallpaper. The furniture fabrics and curtains all matched the calming greens in the wallpaper, making the room cozy and inviting. Upon several dark cherry tables were flower arrangements of pink roses and greenery. The room was so tasteful and echoed the family's social status. It was a perfect room to receive callers. Moments later, a lady of around forty or so stepped into the room. She was a beauty in her own right. It was easy to see where Angelina had inherited her handsome looks. He could guess her father probably sported the dark hair, as this lady was blonde and fairer. “Mister von Uber, we're honored to have you visit us this afternoon. With all the excitement of the ball last night, Angelina slept in today, but she'll be down presently.” “Thank you, Mrs. Williams. I hadn't the moment to make your daughter's acquaintance at the ball, but I hoped to today.” Having sent around a calling card that morning, he knew they'd expected him. He had hoped Angelina would be there to greet him. But then, good things are worth waiting for. “Would you like to take tea with us?” she asked. “Yes, that would be most welcome. Thank you.” Mrs. Williams motioned him to sit as she rang for the servant to prepare tea. As they exchanged small talk of the weather, Angelina swept into the room, dressed in an afternoon silk pelisse dress of striped green. The empire waist, inspired by Empress Josephine in France, was all the rage, and Angelina pulled it off nicely. Her dark tresses were swept up off her neck, secured by a matching green ribbon, and several curls framed her face. Around her neck she wore a thick green ribbon with an ivory cameo at her throat. Simply elegant. Yet there was something different about her. Her complexion seemed paler than the evening before. Maybe she was flushed then due to the heat generated by so many people in one room. Admittedly, the blush was quite becoming. Right now she looked somewhat peaked. He rose from his seat on the settee as she entered the room and bowed. “Miss Williams.” “My dear, this is Mister Aldolfo von Uber,” her mother introduced him. “Sir, this is my daughter, Miss Angelina Williams.” Angelina curtsied politely in a graceful movement, mesmerizing him. Such fluidity. Such beauty. “Sir, I am honored.” Oh, yes.He wanted her as his own.

**** She watched the stranger bow before her in the parlor, and an odd sensation ran down her spine. Instantly, she didn't like him. There was some sort of air about him that made her nerves go on alert. He looked every bit the gentleman in his maroon jacket, short in the front and with long tails in the back. The high standing collar made him look taller and more powerful. His fair, Germanic looks, steely blue eyes and dusty blonde hair made him appeared very young. His breeches were tight as with the style of the times, showing off his calves to the best advantage. He was surely a strong man, but Angelina didn't find him too intriguing. Her heart was already spoken for. That was not the feeling she got from looking at this man. She felt wary. Those eyes could hold many secrets, and she knew they did. After their initial greetings, Angelina joined him on the settee and awaited their tea. “I hope you're feeling much better. Your mother told me you were tired this morning.” “Yes, thank you. Last night was very exciting and tiring.”More than anyone would suspect, she added to herself. The true action had happened once she went to bed. If not for the tiny marks on her neck, one would never know Roman had visited her as the moon traveled within the sky. Those marks.Strange marks were on her neck and she suspected that was the cause of the pain she'd felt as they made love. They looked like two pin pricks.Very odd. So no one would question those marks, she'd wrapped a ribbon around her neck to conceal them. The look ended up very becoming. “Perhaps tomorrow you would like to take a ride with me through St. James’ Park. Do you ride, Miss Williams?” “Yes, Angelina loves to ride at St. James. I'm sure she'd love to go,” her mother answered for her. “So, shall I come by tomorrow morning?” What choice did she have now? “Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you.” “Then perhaps you can meet my sister, Tessa. She's here in London with me for a visit.” “I don't remember meeting her last night,” broke in Mrs. Williams. “Yes, she was feeling poorly and stayed home. The long trip from Rome was very tiring for her,” he said to her, then turned back to Angelina. “I hope you two may become friends in the future.” The servant came in and left the tea tray. Angelina poured out for them all. She hoped she could find some reason to get out of the next day's ride.Perhaps once Roman announced his intentions tonight... Her mother and their guest discussed pleasantries, until Roman's name caught Angelina's attention and drew her back to the conversation. “Yes, the count will be joining us tonight for dinner. It has been very exciting to plan for such a distinguished guest for the evening,” her mother said as she nibbled on a scone. “The count will be coming here tonight?” His tone changed from carefree to serious and concerned. “Yes, he has taken quite a liking to Angelina.” Aldolpho von Uber's face soured visibly for a split second, then he regained his nonchalant composure. “Did the Count Ivanovich

tell you anything of his past, Miss Williams?” he asked turning to her. “Well, no. I expect him to tell me more tonight. On the dance floor is hardly a place to get into deep conversation.” She found von Uber's glare unnerving. “Yes, one can only talk about so much while dancing,” her mother interjected. “Yet, it seemed as though Miss Williams was deep in conversation with the count. I thought that perhaps he mentioned were he came from before arriving in London.” “I honestly couldn't tell you anything new, sir. All I know are the rumors that you must have heard already.” Why was he pressing the issue? What was his interest in Roman? Was he merely interested in his competition for her heart? An hour later, their guest departed, promising to call for her in the morning for their ride. After he left, Angelina had some time to go and rest before Roman arrived for dinner. She would slip back on the ring Roman gave her for dinner. She'd taken it off to avoid explaining it to her parents or their guest. They would all find out soon enough her secret. Slipping out of her dress, she handed it to Marie and said, “Tomorrow morning I will be riding out to St. James’ Park with Mister von Uber. I'd like to wear my dark green habit. Make sure it's ready.” “Yes, miss.” The woman paused, looking at her in her shift. Angelina had refused to remove the ribbon from her neck in front of the girl. “Is there something you want to say, Marie?” “Yes, just ... I found blood on your sheets this morning.” Angelina sat on the settee in front of her vanity. She had forgotten to strip the bed after she had discovered the spot. She was so anxious to clean the evidence from her body she'd forgotten the sheets. “I know, Marie.” “You had a visitor last night?” “Yes.” There was no denying it. “But what of your reputation? You can't hide the fact you are no longer a maid from your future husband.” “True, but I won't have to. He will be my husband.” She reached into one of the vanity drawers and pulled out the ruby ring, slipping it onto her finger. “You won't spread around my secret, will you?” She hated the idea the servants gossiping about her moonlight rendezvous. “No. You have my word. I won't tell.” “Thank you, Marie. Besides, he will be here this evening to announce his intentions to marry me. We don't want to wait, obviously.” The maid let out a breath she was holding. “I'm relieved to hear that.” She paused then asked, “And who is this mystery man who has captured your heart so quickly?” “Count Roman. The man of my dreams.” ****

Roman rose that evening hungry. Victor had a goblet ready with fresh, warm, animal blood, but it merely filled his stomach. The hunger remained, nagging at his insides. Only her blood could satisfy him. Her rich blood had a unique taste against his tongue. Now that he'd tasted her, he wanted more. Taking her life fluid last night had been the first of the three times he must drink from her. Drinking as they climaxed together had been a new experience for him. Never had the urge to mate been so strong. It had to be because she was destined to become his for all eternity. How would she react to his secret life? He hadn't had the heart to tell her last night in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She had been exhausted by his drinking of her. He had taken a little too much, and he scolded himself for it. He had to be careful the next time. That had to be soon. The Hunter in London was a problem. She was in danger more now than before. Officially marked, she wore the brand of the vampire. If the Hunter saw this mark, it might spell her doom. Next time, he'd have to drink from a more concealed area. Dressing in one of his best suits—black coat with gold buttons and high collar, snug fitting dark gray breeches and hose—he was the picture of high British society. Victor assisted his preparations as they talked of the night to come. “I plan on asking for her hand tonight.” It was hard not to hide his happiness. “So soon, my lord?” “Yes, I asked her last night to marry me, and she has accepted.” Victor sighed in relief. “I'm glad to hear that. I know how anxious you were.” “Yes,” he said as he slipped on his white gloves. “She is just as anxious. I hope to have her wed by the week's end.” “Do you think her family will approve of such a fast courtship, my lord? It is so fast, perhaps theton will whisper nasty rumors of Miss Williams.” “Once she is the countess, they will all beg for her acquaintance.” But how long could they remain in England with the Hunter so near? They would have to move on, back to Italy to one of his villas. Of course, it would be after an extended honeymoon around all of Europe. He wanted to show her all the delights of the world. Nothing was too much when it came to the woman he loved, his mate. Victor handed him his hat, a tall British creation just bought for this visit. It was one of many hats and other items he had bought over his two hundred years. He had to say, this proper fashion was his least favorite in comfort, but it did look handsome, accentuating his natural muscular build. “My lord, good luck tonight with the lady's family.” “Thank you, Victor.” Moments later, Roman was in his barouche on his way to the Williams’ town house. He much preferred his flight last night to this slower method, but he had to keep the appearance of a distinguished count. It wasn't just a pretend identity. His family truly was of royal blood. His father had been brother to the tsar known as Ivan the Terrible. Uncle Ivan was born suspicious and had a taste for extreme cruelty. All his wives, all five of them, died and he always claimed they were poisoned. He even killed his heir and son, thetsarevich Ivan. So it came as no big surprise that the entire family was in danger. His mother had been the daughter of a Tuscan winery owner. They made their fortune selling the best wine to the courts of Europe. When the family visited Moscow, his mother met his father and they fell in love. From what he could remember from the story, they'd had a whirlwind romance and were married within a

month of their meeting. The barouche jolted to a stop drawing Roman out of his thoughts of his parents, so long dead and dearly missed. The door opened and the footman stood aside, announcing their arrival at the Williams’ home. The brick facade was trimmed in white cornice molding giving the home an elaborate, sophisticated look. Room length windows lined the front, and he could see the lacy curtains that hid the gray London street scene to those within. After climbing the few steps to the front door, he knocked. He could hardly keep from bursting with excitement at the anticipation of seeing Angelina again. Once their butler answered the door, he took Roman's hat and gloves and led him into the evening sitting room. There he was met by Mr. and Mrs. Williams. “Count Roman, we're so pleased you could join us tonight. I'm sure Angelina will be very happy to see you,” Mrs. Williams said from her place on an elaborate silk covered settee. The green softness accentuated the woman's youthful appearance. Dressed in a dark blue silk, she was quite gorgeous, and Roman could easily see where Lina inherited her looks. “Yes, my boy, good of you to join us,” Mr. Williams added. He was obviously older than his wife by at least ten years, but still held a sparkle in his eye. He was a tall gentleman dressed in fawn breeches and waistcoat. His black hair was streaked with gray and elegantly trimmed. He was of good manners and breeding, which pleased Roman immensely. He instantly liked the man. “Thank you, sir. I'm honored to be a guest in your home.” In walked Angelina, and Roman felt all the air leave his lungs. She was literally breathtaking. Her creamy skin, although somewhat paler than last evening, was a lovely contrast to her dark tresses pulled back but allowing a few curls to escape and fall down around her neck and face, framing her beauty in softness. She wore a gown of creamy lace and silk in the style brought into fashion by the French several years prior. “My lord, it is good to see you again,” she said with a smile. He could read her thoughts without trying. Her happiness was evident on her face. He stepped to her and took her hand into his for a gallant kiss across her knuckles. The feel of her warm flesh in his hand was more intoxicating than any wine. Her blood sang to him to drink of her, consume her into his body. Soon, she would be his to hold and protect forever. “You are a breath of beauty, Miss Williams,” he said formally. In front of her parents, he hardly wanted to show his familiarity to their daughter. Her dark eyes danced and he had to fight the urge to take her into his arms. “Thank you, my lord. You're still quite generous in your compliments.” He had to tell her.Lina, my love, how I want you right now. Visibly blushing, she turned to sit on a nearby couch, leaving a space for him to sit next to her. They all chatted pleasantries while waiting to be called in for their evening meal. Once dinner was served, he sat through the meal with minimal discomfort. Having Lina nearby was soothing to his otherwise churning stomach. Cooked flesh was never a welcome scent to the vampire, always preferring the fresh blood of the living. After dinner, Lina and Mrs. Williams left him there with her father for cigars and brandy. Roman liked an occasional cigar, so this was a treat. “So, Count Roman, tell me about your business?”

“I inherited a winery in Italy ... in the Tuscan region actually. The winery had been in the family for hundreds of years. Since my relatives were of Italian nobility, they were able to keep it in top operation.” “I thought you were Russian?” “Yes, sir. My family is Russian and Italian. I spend time in both countries, although I haven't spent as much time in Russia as I have in the Tuscan valley. I much prefer their milder weather as opposed to the hard winters of the steppes.” The room grew quiet and Roman figured his next move. Better to bring up his intentions or he would end up waiting years to finally wed Lina. “Sir, I'd like you to know, I intend to marry your daughter. I would like to have your permission to do so quickly.” The older man looked not only stunned, but pleased. It wasn't everyday a rich noble asked for his daughter's hand in marriage. Roman counted on that to accomplish his intentions. “Well, I have to say I'm shocked. You just met her last night.” “I know, sir, but I love her and I believe she feels the same. Why wait any longer to express my feelings?” He had known her for years, but her father didn't need to know the truth. Mr. Williams puffed on his cigar in quiet contemplation. My love, how long must I wait for your company? I need you near me,Lina's thoughts whispered into his own. It was a surprise especially since it was the first time she had done so. She'd already started the change. Her silent communication warmed him. Lord, she was perfect. “You have my permission, son,” Mr. Williams said breaking into Roman's thoughts. “I believe she'll accept you, judging from the looks she gave you through dinner. I'm not blind, you know,” he said with a laugh, rising from his seat. “Thank you, sir.” Roman wondered if one day, he'd have to tell them his secret. Right now, he wanted to hold his bride-to-be in his arms. Returning to the company of the ladies, he was able to coax Lina into showing him the garden. Roman welcomed the cool night breeze, breathing in the familiar scents of the night. “Are you comfortable here, Roman?” she asked, dropping formality now they were out of her parents’ earshot. Pulling her behind a large rose bush, he wrapped her into his arms. “Only now do I feel comfortable.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Soft, gentle kisses were returned freely. “We have your father's permission to wed. Take me as your husband, Lina,” he whispered against her eager lips. “Oh, yes, Roman. I want you forever,” she sighed in response. “Forever, my love? Do you truly mean that?” he asked, leaning back to gaze down to her face. She wrapped her arms about his neck pulling him down to her lips once again. “One lifetime is not enough for us,” she breathed before pressing her lips to his. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her neck, the pumping of her heart racing warm blood within her veins, calling to him like delectable nectar of a forbidden fruit. He licked her pulse point and she moaned, bending her head back to allow him freer access. The satin ribbon reminded him of the marks he left the night before. No this time, he should mark her elsewhere. His tongue trailed moist heat in its wake, allowing the cool night air to send shivers of delight through her body. Nudging the hem of her dress lower, he revealed the creamy swell of a firm breast.

Her breathing became ragged as he sampled her skin with his tongue and lips. Light nibbles along the curve of her breast made her heart beat faster, a song to his ears. He had to have her, drink from her again. While his one hand cupped one of the firm globes, he pushed up the dress hem and pushed down her pantaloons to reveal her cleft to his touch. Dipping his fingers into her wetness, she gasped. Just over her heart, he sank in his teeth. The salty essence burst into his mouth, and he drank. She shuddered in his arms, her body climaxing, muscles contracting about his fingers as he sank them deep within her body. She called out his name, only sending him deeper into ecstasy. After a few sips of her precious blood, he licked closed the wound upon her breast, watching it heal before his eyes.Yes, she's already changing. **** The next morning, Angelina was slow to rise. She had a riding appointment with Mr. Von Uber. She didn't like the man, but there was no way she could get out of the meeting. “Can you use your recent engagement as a way out?” “I already accepted the invitation. Well, actually, Mother accepted it. I don't want to be impolite. I'll tell Mr. Von Uber about my coming marriage myself rather than take the coward's way out.” “Why not claim illness, miss? Then you won't have to go.” “No, if I do that, then I wouldn't be able to see Roman tonight.” “Congratulations on your engagement, miss. I know the whole household is happy about the news.” Then she added, “Me, too.” “Worried about my reputation?” “Yes, miss. But I'm relieved the gentleman is eager to marry you after such a brief time.” “Actually, Marie, I feel like I've known him for years.” Angelina donned her green riding habit as planned. After glancing in the mirror, she felt satisfied with her reflection. The wound on her neck had disappeared overnight, so there was no need for a ribbon. After last night's encounter in the garden, she knew Roman's secret. Maybe she knew before that, but the whole realization hadn't completely hit her until she lay in bed. He was a creature of the night—a vampire. It was hard to fathom, but it was true. She felt it in her blood. It was as though her body gained more knowledge with each encounter. Odd thing was, she wasn't afraid. Something was happening to her. Some sort of change was in process. Her skin was a bit paler, and her unexplained fatigue was all part of it. Knowing was by instinct. Everything seemed different. She could hear things no human should hear. Marie's breathing and her heart beat, her mother moving about her bedroom as her father flipped the pages to a novel, and the most eerie sound, the mice scurrying along the inside of the walls, was clear to her ears. Yes, there was no doubt. She knew what Roman really was, and she was becoming one as well. The thought of spending eternity within his arms was very appealing, and fear was nowhere to be felt. Last night she had talked to Roman within her mind, and he had heard. The connection was welcome and comforting. She had a strong bond to him already, but she needed more. Something was still missing. Her whole self was in the process of a transformation, but somehow she knew it was not going to be complete without her willingness. “Miss, should I follow along on Nessie as a chaperon?”

Angelina knew how much Marie hated riding. Even the gentle mare would be trying for the girl. “No, that isn't necessary. We'll be in the very public park at St. James. I don't plan on staying out for very long. The light hurts my eyes.” The woman looked at Angelina strangely. Angelina had insisted on having the curtains drawn closed that morning to shade some to the cheerful rays. After all the summers Angelina had to be reminded repeatedly about avoiding the sun on her skin, this was quite a drastic change. A change her maid had noticed. Angelina dismissed the looks and strolled out into the hall. “Miss, a warning. Mr. Von Uber has a reputation with some of the serving class. I've heard whispers of him at the market. He has strange, deviant tastes.” “Trust me, Marie. He won't have the time to try anything with me. I shall tell him of my engagement and that will be the end of his attentions.” “I hope so, miss,” Angelina heard Marie say as she descended the stairs. On the way down, she met the butler coming up. “Mr. Von Uber is here for your ride, miss.” Nodding, she made her way to the parlor. After greeting her guest, they walked outside to their awaiting horses. Von Uber rode a majestic gray Thoroughbred, tall and muscular. “Where did you get such a beautiful piece of horseflesh?” she asked after the groom assisted her in mounting her bay mare. She hated sidesaddle, but it was the proper way society ladies rode. Sometimes she wished she was a child again and could get away with riding like a hoyden and astride. “I acquired him at a race track a year ago. The owner was about to put him up for stud after losing another race. I bought him for my own riding. He is an excellent riding horse, but not a good racer.” She laughed as they began walking their horses side by side. The sunlight bothered her some, but she managed to stay beneath the trees to filter the brightness. Chatting about the latest scandals and parties in London, the time seemed to fly by quickly. Still, she just couldn't warm up to the man. He had a certain coolness about him that raised the hair on the back of her neck. Knowing his secret behavior because of the warning from Marie, Angelina made sure she was clearly within public view. Going off with von Uber would certainly ruin her. She didn't even want to think of how Roman would react to the news she was with such a horrid man. “What is it, Miss Williams? All of a sudden, you looked far away.” His voice pulled her from her thoughts. She had to let him down now before getting his hopes up. The signals of his interest were obvious. She could almost smell his excitement. “I'm sorry, Mr. von Uber—” “No, please, call me Aldolfo.” Oh no, not good.She didn't want to get on a first name basis. “No, I don't think so. You see, in a few days, the announcement of my engagement will appear in the papers.” “Engagement? But ... to whom?” “Count Roman Ivanovich. He asked to marry me and I said yes.” He became suddenly sullen and quiet. His face tightened into a hard expression. Obviously, he was angered at this news. After a

few moments, he said sharply, “You realize he is not as he appears. The count has a secret life not suitable for a young lady of your upbringing.” His message was clear. He knew. And, this had quickly become a dangerous situation. “I'm sorry, Mr. von Uber, but I've made up my mind. My parents are already making arrangements for the announcement and a wedding in two weeks.” “Why so hurried?” “Because we feel perfectly matched.” **** Aldolfo sat in his saddle simmering. It was too late.Roman has moved much quicker than anticipated. Choosing to wed her so publicly was an unexpected turn in events. But then, this was London society and she was one of their own. He watched her profile and he saw the subtle signs he had missed before. She was definitely paler than yesterday. Then he saw them—the subtle, faded, red marks on her neck.Damn him to hell! The evil one had marred her innocent flesh with the mark of a devil. He reached over to her horse's reins and stopped them abruptly. Dismounting, he held the reins in his hand as he rounded to her and pulled her from her saddle. She fell into his arms, and a shock of lust swept through his body. Her soft curves felt so right, so lush, too good for the damned creature. “What to you mean by treating me thus?” she asked in a panicky voice as he led her behind some bushes, hiding her from the eyes of those strolling in the park. “You, miss, are the devil's concubine, aren't you?” he asked in anger, yanking her against his body roughly. “I don't know what you mean, I—” “This proves it!” He tugged back her head revealing the fading marks on her neck. So small, most everyone would miss them completely. Aldolfo knew better. Her blush was becoming, and he found he wanted her more than any other woman. But how could he save her now? “Has he bitten you elsewhere?” She stood trapped between his hands, his body stronger than her smaller, feminine one. He had the advantage. Her eyes were filled with fear, and he felt his cock harden as it rubbed against the junction of her thighs. Even the yards of fabric couldn't hide her tempting body. “Let me go,” she said in a slightly controlled voice. “Do you prefer a devil in your bed? I assure you, I can live up to those fantasies.” “No!” she tried to pull away, but to no avail. He overpowered her. Unable to resist, he crushed down on her mouth with his own. God, she tasted so good, so fresh, so tempting. She resisted his tongue sliding roughly into her mouth, struggling to free herself. Then she stilled, relaxing into his arms. He had won. **** She couldn't fight his greater strength. He outmatched her in size and strength. How could she get out of this with her reputation, with her good character unsoiled?

He tasted vile, like stale cigars, and she fought the urge to vomit. She should have let Marie be her chaperon. She should never have gone out with him, a man with less than admirable qualities. And now he knew she was the property of a vampire, and about to become his bride. Was Aldolfo a danger to her beloved? Somehow, she knew he was there on the hunt for Roman. And now, she would be bait. “Excuse me,” a feminine voice called from behind them, breaking Aldolfo's hold on her, and Angelina scurried out of his arms to the woman. “I'm sorry, but Miss Williams is needed back at the house. Her mother is asking about dresses for the wedding,” Marie said coolly. Nearby stood a coach Angelina recognized. The groom, Daniel, a burly man in his mid-forties, stood by the open coach door waiting for Angelina to enter, thus escaping Aldolfo to return to the house. Angelina turned away from Aldolfo without a word and raced to the coach. Once inside, Daniel shut the door and went to fetch her horse. Then the door opened and Marie climbed in. In moments, the coach was moving and Angelina breathed a sigh. “How can I ever thank you, Marie? Your timing saved me.” “I only wish we got there sooner. I just couldn't help feeling like he was not a man to be trusted.” Trying to straighten her habit and smoothing back her hair, Angelina said, “You couldn't be more right.” “Do you think that will be the last of him, miss?” “I doubt that.” He knew she was marked by Roman. She was in danger, but the danger to Roman was greater.How can I warn him? He never did tell her where he stayed. “Do you think we can send a message to the count?” “I'm sure someone knows where the count stays in town. What did you want to tell him? Were you going to tell him of Mr. von Uber's assault?” I know, a voice whispered into her mind.When I arise, he shall feel my revenge. Roman, my love, please, don't do anything to put yourself at risk,she pleaded silently in response. Nonsense. It is past time I taught Aldolfo the consequences of hunting a vampire. For just touching my mate, he deserves death. She sat in silence pondering his words. The dark interior of the coach was welcome after the bright morning sunlight. Would she become a creature of the night? Yes, my love, but only if you ask. I will not bring you into this life if you do not wish it. But remember, I love you and I plan on loving you for all eternity. You are mine, my love. Riding back to the house, Angelina's mind raced with Roman's words. She had a choice. Could she give up the daylight and live as he? To be with the man she loved, she would give anything, including her mortality. Yes, she wanted to spend each day within his loving embrace. No other existence would suffice. No price was too great. **** Once the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the sky in the darkness of night, Roman rose from his rest, ready to battle the Hunter. Victor was ready with a glass of fresh blood, but it was just unappetizing. He planned on feasting tonight on the one who dared to touch Lina. Rage coursed through his veins as he prepared for his battle. The Hunter would know he would come to him this night. Touching his mate was a sure sentence to death. He had to of known that.

Do you have to kill him, Roman?There was an uneasiness in her voice within his mind.I can sense your dangerous aura from here. He knew the consequences, my Lina. It is time I confront him. Even her words of warning calmed him. She truly was the light to his darkness. His savior in his lonely existence. Be careful. Her mental link to him was comforting beyond anything he'd ever felt before. She knew what he was and seemed unaffected with the knowledge. Her accepting attitude told him she loved him beyond any earthly-mortal means. “Sir, is there a problem?” Victor asked nearby. He seemed uneasy, probably due to the apparent anger written on Roman's face. “My friend, it's time the Hunter was taught a lesson in coming too close to those protected by me.” **** Aldolfo grasped his tools to confront the vampire. Once Roman arose, he would come after him. No amount of garlic would keep the vampire at bay. It was merely a superstition anyway. Only in books did such silliness work. No ... Aldolfo was too learned in the ways of a vampire to believe such nonsense. Not even a crucifix was a sure weapon. Its power was determined by the user. Only a true belief in the symbolism had any effect upon the undead. Unfortunately, Aldolfo had seen too much horror in the world to believe in any religion. A wooden stake, a vial of Holy water, and an axe were the only weapons he knew to fight a vampire as strong as Roman. The stake through his heart would immobilize the vampire, at least long enough to decapitate him. That was the sure way to destroy a vampire. Sunlight was another, but timing was of the essence. Most older vampires could walk in the daylight hours so long as they stayed out of the sun. And keeping Roman incapacitated for hours until the sun rose was not an option. He wasn't stupid enough to leave a dangerous vampire waiting for the sun to rise.No, a clean chop to sever the head from his body was the only other option. He just hoped when the time came, his stomach could handle such a gruesome act. Then, once that was over, he'd place the carcass to burn away with the sunrise. The next day he would go to Angelina and announce the destruction of her vampire lover. At the death of the vampire, the spell would be broken and her bond to him would be shattered. And he would be there to offer her his hand in marriage. As distasteful it was to have the remains of a vampire's lover, the fair Angelina was worth the price. He would marry her and quit the Society, living peacefully within the England countryside with his beautiful wife. She would learn to love him in time as he took her body night after night in lustful passion. Yes, she would grow to want him to touch her in the ways he desired. She would become the perfect, submissive wife. His cock hardened at the thought of her naked beneath him. She'd open her creamy, soft legs for him to plunge into her wet depths. Groaning, he imagined her tight core wrapping around his cock, moving deeper with each stroke into a heated abyss. Sitting down in his study, he touched his straining cock through the tightening fabric of his breeches, stroking himself as he dreamed of dipping into her core. The fabric became a hindrance and he unfastened his breeches, releasing his length into his hands. He fondled his penis in his hand at the images of Angelina becoming his own, pounding into her body, gasping and panting breaths as she met his thrusts, calling his name as she climaxed, clenching around his member with those tight pussy muscles. Aldolfo tossed his head back as he could hear her scream in ecstasy. His blood boiled as he stroked himself, then with a jolt, he spilled his seed into his jerking hand and onto the carpet. His body convulsed in his orgasm and the chair rocked with his body's rhythm.

As he quieted, he became aware that he was being watched. Whipping around, he saw the shape of a large raven perched outside his study doors. Made of glass, they allowed a perfect view of his backyard garden, small as it was. But now, a menacing bird sat and stared. Then the bird changed before his eyes. The air outside became a misty fog, swirling in the night. It took the form of a man, dressed in a elegant black suit, and a long black cape lined in blood red satin rested about his shoulders. “Roman,” Aldolfo whispered as he adjusted his cock back into his pants. The door lock was unfastened by invisible hands, the glass doors opened, and the misty night air permeated the room. “I see I've come at a bad time, Hunter,” the vampire said and smirked, still standing outside the house's boundary. “Curse you, vampire. Tonight will be your last.” Aldolfo grabbed the vial of Holy water and uncorked it. Roman laughed. “Hardly. I think you have that turned around. I'm the one with the advantage here.” “Are you so sure, devil incarnate?” He walked slowly to the other side of the room, the vial in one hand. From his desk, he grabbed the stake and turned to the vampire. “Do you really think you can defeat me, a Prince of Darkness?” “Come in and find out.” **** Out of the darkness loped a giant grey wolf. Its silvery coat gleamed in the moonlight as it paused at Roman's side. He leaned over to stroke the wolf between its ears. “'Tis not a fair advantage! Two against one!” “He's only here to make sure you don't take the coward's route and flee.” The wolf bared its teeth in a menacing snarl as it took position by the doors. “Another demon spawn.” “I'm sure Edward takes offense to that,” Roman said as he strolled into the room. “He considers himself quite cultured and refined.” The wolf growled. Roman casually removed his cape, draping it across a nearby chair. “You were very stupid today, Hunter. Very stupid.” “Then it's true. She is the bride of a vampire.” “Well, that's the plan. She hasn't yet been initiated to the ways of the vampire.” “But you intend to, judging by the marks on her neck.” Aldolfo's rage built, and Roman hoped to use that against him. If the man got furious enough, he may grow careless as well. “All in good time. These things must be done with patience or she may crack under the strain.” “Animal. How could you want to doom her soul to hell?”

“Doom her? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don't see my life as a doomed existence. It is only hard when one can't find one's mate. Of course, we have much longer to wait than a human, and we must have that special bond with our one true mate.” A low, sad moan didn't escape Roman's ears. Edward felt that comment, and now he knew the extent of his friend's pain. Unfortunately, he had to push aside those feeling to continue to hunt. “Angelina will become mine once I've destroyed you, filthyupyr .” “Weupyr take offense to such labels. You know, it's the Russian belief that to make one a vampire, a corpse would be left exposed to the cold winds of the steppes. If only that were true.” Roman glared at the Hunter, now clutching the stake and vial of Holy water in his hands, moving around the room in step with Roman. The men slowly measured each other as they conversed, knowing in moments, one would meet his end. “However, I'd be glad to take you there and leave your mortal shell to see if the tales are true.” Roman stopped and faced the man across the room from him. The firelight bounced off their features, making them eerie and menacing. “You can be sure, I'll be damned if I let you take Angelina from me.” His tone reflected his dangerous intentions and the Hunter's fear shone in his eyes. “You're damned already,” Aldolfo spat in anger. “And so are you.” Roman chose that moment to flash across the room at ethereal speed and tackled the Hunter. Much stronger than the human, it was easy to overcome the Hunter. Clutching Aldolfo's arms down, still holding onto the stake and vial, Roman laid on the man, trapping him beneath his harder and stronger body. “Now, just what do you think you can do to get out of this?” Edward growled and, in an instant, Roman smelled another presence. Before he could move, the intruder slammed something across the back of his head, stunning him. Aldolfo threw Roman off of him and splashed some of the Holy water at him. It burned Roman's skin on contact, but due to his immortality, he healed quickly. Aldolfo stood over him and laughed wickedly as the helper stood hidden within the shadows. “Thank you, Tessa. My dear sister is quite protective of me, you know.” He chuckled as he gripped the stake in both of his hands, preparing to strike the immobilizing blow. Roman could see the faint outline of a woman, one he had never seen before, standing nearby. Edward paced back and forth at the doorway, barred from helping his friend. The woman seemed captivated by the wolf, staring at his languid movements. “Look at me, damn you,” Aldolfo raged still standing over the fallen vampire. Roman's wounds had healed, but his head ached slightly. Pain usually did linger longer than the actual injury with a vampire. The blow had hurt him far worse than the burning sensation of the water. How was he to get out of this with his life? “Kill me now, Hunter, and that vampire now pacing with such vicious rage will hunt you down and all of your family until the entire line has been perished. He will spare no mercy to woman or man sharing your blood.” A flicker of uncertainty flashed across Aldolfo's face. He turned his eyes to glimpse the snarling wolf. It was the break Roman needed. He kicked upward, knocking the stake from the Hunter's hands. With his great speed, the vampire once again had turned the tables in his favor. To ensure the woman would not interfere, he pushed her through the doorway out into the garden, and to Edward. He clutched Aldolfo by the coat front, lifting the man off the ground like a bag of feathers. His fangs had grown long within his mouth, ready to feed upon his victim. “And now, Hunter, this is your last. I'll feed on your cursed blood to nourish me, and you shall go to your grave knowing the consequence of touching the mate of a vampire.” Roman sank his teeth into the flesh of the Hunter until he struggled no more. Once the man's heart ceased to beat, Roman stopped, pulling his mouth from the cooling neck. Dropping the body to the floor,

Roman turned to the doorway to see Edward being stroked by the woman. Stepping out into the cool night air, Roman filled his lungs with the fresh scents surrounding the garden. His stomach full and his hunger met, there was only one thing he wished at this moment. But what of the woman, Tessa, Aldolfo's sister? He stood over her crouching figure, still gliding her hand along the silver pelt of Edward's back. He seemed completely captivated by the woman. “And what of you? Will you try to destroy us now that the Hunter is gone?” Roman asked her as she gazed up to his face. He was struck by her fair beauty, the long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, and clear, blue eyes. She had a heavenly face, and a shapely figure beneath the light blue silk gown she wore. “I'm sorry for hitting you,” she said in a light voice. “My brother was a wretched man, and he forced me to follow his instructions. If you'd lost the battle and I hadn't helped him, he would ... he would've hurt me.” “It's quite alright, Tessa,” he replied, noticing Edward nosing her hand to stroke him more. “At least, you're out of danger now from him. He'll never hurt you again.” “Thank you.” She sighed, then asked softly, “Is he yours?” “I doubt Edward belongs to anyone.” Roman cocked a brow at the wolf, obviously eating up the feminine attention. He couldn't blame Edward for wanting her to touch his body. She was very beautiful. “I'm not sure what you mean.” “Edward, come, show the lady your true self.” He watched the silver wolf back away reluctantly. Under the moonlit night, his body shifted form. The wolf's body dissolved into a mist then reformed as a tall man with piercing blue eyes and long, black hair. Elegantly dressed, Edward was once again, the picture of a British gentleman. Roman watched her eyes widen at Edward's approach. He offered his hand to her and helped her rise. His eyes never left her face, and seemed completely taken in. “I'm honored to make your acquaintance, Tessa,” he said in a soothing voice, clipped with an unmistakable accent. Perhaps Edward had found his mate after all. **** Angelina waited in the moonlight for her vampire lover. Relieved the danger was over, she couldn't help but feel guilty over Aldolfo's death. If it hadn't been for her, he would still be alive, even if he had been a horrid man. “Do not blame yourself,moya lubov. He knew the consequences of his actions.” Roman appeared out of the dark shadows of the night. There, under the moonlight, she recognized him as the man from so long ago. How could she have not seen it? “You ... you were the man from when I was a child, weren't you?” Standing in front of her, he looked down into her face. “Yes, I was.” “Why did you leave?” “Because if I had stayed, you wouldn't have the chance to grow and mature into the woman you are today. Believe me, it took all

my strength not to mark you that night.” She stood in silence pondering his words. Truly, they were meant for each other. He had waited until she was ready to love him. “How come I could hear you in my thoughts back then? I mean, I heard you within my head before you even bit me.” “Well, a vampire has powers of persuasion as well as shapeshifting and the like. I wished for you to hear me, Lina. Therefore, you did. When we bonded a few nights ago, it became less difficult for you to hear me. Our minds and bodies connected in that moment when I drank from you. Each time I drink from you, our bond strengthens.” “Are you saying, that I'll share the same powers? Shapeshifting, too?” “Well, eventually, but in the beginning, no. That skill comes with time and practice. Of course, I'll be there to help you.” “Will I have to kill to survive?” Roman paced in front of her, stepping onto the closely cut grass of the garden. “No, it is not suggested you kill for your meals. The sensation becomes as a drug. The thrill of the kill can turn a fledgling to the darker side of this existence.” “But you killed Aldolfo.” “I'm not a fledgling either. I'm two hundred and fifty years old. Although the thrill is intoxicating, I can control it. Usually I drink some animal blood provided by my servant, which satisfies the hunger.” “So I won't have to drink from humans?” She felt relieved by this new information. Maybe becoming a vampire wouldn't be so repulsive after all. He stopped and gazed down at her, towering over her with his powerful male frame. He'd never looked so sexy and appealing. “No, it isn't necessary, but it's more satisfying than animal blood.” “Can I drink from you?” He inhaled sharply, and growled, “I can't wait until you do. That would complete our mating and we would then become one for all eternity.” Liquid heat flooded between her thighs at this news. The thought of intimacy with him was an aphrodisiac, sending a thrilling shudder through her nerve endings. “When?” she asked breathlessly, laying a hand upon his chest. “After we're married by your society's rule. I don't want you caught having to explain any drastic changes once you turn. After we're wed, we will travel to my home in the Tuscan valley and there you can learn the ways of your new life.” He pulled her against his body, melding her soft curves into his harder planes. “It will be difficult to wait to make you mine,moya lubov. When it is time, I'll bite you the third time and then you shall drink from me. The transformation will be complete.” “I love you, Roman,” she whispered as she laid her head against his chest. “I look forward to an eternity loving you.” “And I love you, my beautiful Lina. You truly are the beam of light to my dark existence.” **** Two weeks later, Angelina's close family and friends awaited the bride in the garden of her parents’ home. There, in the soft glow of candlelight, she passed the people of her past to meet the awaiting man of her future. Under the moonlight, the couple

exchanged their vows, promising to love forever and a day. If only the witnesses to their promises knew they would live that promise more than anyone had ever dreamed. With the exception of Edward. Roman's friend was best man and, after the ceremony, he paired off with the sister of their once enemy. Miss von Uber stood, lovely in the night, her hair catching the moon glow. Judging by the exchange of looks between the young woman and Edward, Roman knew his friend had indeed found his mate. His friend's scent coursed through her veins, marking her. “Congratulations, my friend,” Edward said during the intimate reception. “I wish you much joy and love throughout the nights ahead.” “Thank you. I see you found your own love as well,” Roman said indicating the blonde beauty talking with his new wife. “I never thought it would happen.” Edward paused then turned to his friend. “There is a problem, though. Since Aldolfo disappeared, the Society has been trying to contact Tessa for information. I feel as if they suspect her sympathies for us.” “Perhaps it's time to take a trip to Italy again. In fact, come with Lina and me back to my home.” “It's only a matter of time until they figure out where we went. I don't want to endanger you or your lady.” Edward sighed then continued, “I'm thinking of relocating to the Americas. New land, new opportunities.” “I'll miss you, my friend.” “We'll be together again someday.” Both men stood in silence as they gazed back at their women. Roman had never seen Lina look so radiant, so full of life. Dressed in creamy satin and lace, she was an angel in the moonlight. And tonight, he would finally make her his. **** Angelina sat on the bed in the dark chamber of Roman's London residence. The room was purely masculine, from the dark paneling lining the walls to the dark cherry, carved furniture. Dark curtains shut out the outside light completely. The soft, massive bed was made of more dark cherry wood, elaborately carved with flowers, and the mattress was deeply soft. Satin bedcovers felt slick and smooth beneath her fingertips. It was a heavenly surprise. At least he didn't sleep in a coffin. His laughter broke to silence as he strode into the room. Dressed in the evening clothes he'd married her in, he was the handsomest man she had ever seen. His black hair was neatly trimmed and his blue-green eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “No, no coffins here. That's a myth. Well, for me. I can't see resting in such a confined space. I'm a man of comfort.” “I'm happy to know that,” she said watching him move about the room, removing his clothes. Finally he stood before her in his naked glory. His proud cock already stood erect and hard, like a pole of molten steel. She was sure if she touched it, it would burn her skin. “You look good enough to eat, Lina. How often I've dreamed of tonight, to finally have you to myself.” She wore only a thin cotton shift. Already her body ached for his touch. Tiny shots of heated excitement coursed through her, ending at the junction of her thighs. She could feel her core craving for his touch. He inhaled deeply as he took her hands into his own. “I can smell your excitement.” “Is that bad?”

“It's the most intoxicating perfume a woman can emit. No fashion scent could compare.” He kneeled between her knees, parting her legs and placing his body there. He breathed deeply again as he took hold of the hem of her shift and lifted it up over her head, baring her body to his gaze. “Lina, you're so beautiful. I am humble before you.” Stroking the silky strands of his midnight black hair, she pulled his body closer into her embrace. “Roman, I'm the one who is humbled.” Flicking out his tongue, his moist heat grazed across one of her taut nipples. Her breasts already were engorged and painful, yearning for his touch. “Lina,” he murmured against her skin. “Are you ready for tonight, and the changes it will bring? Do you want to give up the life of daylight to live as a creature of the night?” “Yes, Roman,” she breathed, her body alive at the erotic sensations of his body so near. His tongue danced along one aureole then the other. His hands stroked her waist holding her in place. All she wanted right now was to have him in her. “Take me. Make me yours.” She gasped as he moved his face downward, licking and nipping as he moved. At the moist passage of her sex, he breathed deeply, inhaling her feminine scent. “Lina, I love you.” He touched her throbbing clit beneath his tongue, and she bucked. He held her steady as he continued to taste her sensitive nubbin. With one hand, he teased the folds and dipped into her wet channel with one finger. She moaned and leaned back down onto the silky bedcovers. The sensations he built in her with the slow movement of his tongue, and the rhythm of his fingers in and out of her heat, consumed her control. She screamed as she climaxed, clutching at his hair, holding his head between her thighs. Wave after wave of pleasure roared through her body at each spasm. Stars erupted behind her eyelids at the wondrous crashes of lustful desire. He lapped at her core, drinking in her juices, flowing freely from her body. As she slowly recovered from the sensual assault of Roman's mouth, she was hardly aware as he slid her body up the bed. Climbing on top of her, his strong hardness covered her softer body. She could smell her own desire upon his face as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. His tongue trailed moist heat along her neck, and she knew what came next. The engorged head of his cock paused outside her passage, and she thrust up her hips to hurry his entrance into her. Just as his teeth sank into the tender flesh of her neck, he impaled her with his penis. She cried out once again when the dual invasion brought on another orgasm. Her muscles tightened around his length, and she held him steady to her. He drank her blood and pumped into her. Her climax ran into another and he grew within her as he met her on the cliff of passionate surrender. He spurt his seed into her wetness and drank her life blood. Then the world seemed to become hazy, darken. At last, she lost consciousness. **** Roman moved off her limp body and moved to her side. Lifting his wrist to one of his fangs, he ripped open the vessel there. Dark blood dripped from his flesh and he brought it to her lips. A few droplets shone on her kiss-swollen lips and she licked away the rich fluid. Taking his wrist, she drank from him. When he felt she'd had enough, he took his wrist from her and the wound instantly healed. He watched her face warm in color to her normal pink glow of health. It was the first time since the ball that he'd seen her so vital. But now, she looked her most radiant. “Wake,moya lubov . Wake and open your eyes. See the world new once again.”

She opened her brown eyes, and he gazed into the dark mysterious depths he loved so much. They were only one of many features he loved. “Roman? Is it done?” “Yes, it is done.” “But no pain? Nothing?” “No, my dear. No pain. Why should there be? A vampire can tolerate great amounts of pain without flinching.” “But, didn't I die?” “No, you're alive. Vampires are not as the folk tales say. We live and breathe just like humans, but we have different needs. If we do not fill those needs, we die.” She sat up, completely unaware of her own nakedness. “So, I'm not dead.” “Well, your human self is dead, but your vampire part lives on.” She turned and her face softened. “And I have an eternity to love you.” He smiled. “Yes, Lina. An eternity to love.”

Marianne LaCroix Author Marianne LaCroix aka Shaylee O'Hara dreamed of becoming an author ever since her parents gave her a little typewriter as a child. Luckily, her parents supported all of her creative outlets, be it oil painting or creative writing. When it came time for college, she majored in English and took art classes on the side. In 1994 Mari earned her BA in English, married and moved to Georgia from her childhood home in New Jersey. There she worked in an office for about two yeas before feeling restless. She made a dramatic move and quit the desk job, then returned to school for nursing. She earned a diploma in Practical Nursing then went to work in her local hospital, and eventually to a nursing home. Each night when she got home from caring for others, no matter how tired, she'd sit down and write tales of ghost pirates or roguish vampires. When Mari got pregnant with twins, she said goodbye to nursing for a while. The twin girls were born in March, 2002, and Mari has been a stay-at-home mom ever since. When the girls would go to bed, Mari would get on the computer and write. She also worked hard on starting and establishing the review site,LoveRomances . Then in early 2003, she decided to write romance seriously, not just as a pastime. Her break came withLady Sheba , closely followed byAnother Chance . Both books have received glowing reviews, andLady Sheba has been aRoad to Romance Reviewer Choice and a selected group read for the Erotic Readers Haven Yahoo Group. What can readers expect in the future? Marianne's erotic romances are filled with everlasting love and hot encounters, and Shaylee's romances are brimming with action, adventure and love. More tales of the paranormal with vampires, ghosts and fairies are on the way! You can visit her website at: http://www.mariannelacroix.com

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