Raewyn is tougher than your average mermaid princess. She lives in a fortress far beneath the surface of the ocean, where she constantly breaks the rules. Fear of extinction has caused the merfolk to arrange marriages and take away romantic freedoms, causing Raewyn’s hopes and dreams of true love to crumple. After a quest gone wrong, she finds herself held captive aboard the Devil’s Pearl, among the worst humans of all—pirates.
Captain Aiden Flynn is handsome and charming, spending his time sailing the seas and hording treasure. His villainous reputation has even reached the depths of the ocean. When he finds a dark-haired beauty ensnared in his net, he puts on his best charms in hopes of finding out just who she is.
Will his dangerous, yet charming, demeanor win her over? Or will he fall, as many other men have, to the wiles of a mermaid princess?
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Lately, I have been having readers ask me why I write what I do. Why do I actually answer their emails? Why do I listen to them when I don’t know them?
My answers are simple really. So here goes…
1. I write because it is such a big part of who I am, but I like to send messages out into the world. In everything I write lies a very clear message decorated with details. I write to touch lives… To help people… Not for money or fame…
Yes, I am a hybrid author… (That means I self-publish as well as being published with an actual publishing house.)
What that means to me…. I can reach more people.
2. I answer emails because I am a compassionate person. Nobody likes to be ignored.
3. I listen because… I might be able to help them with whatever issue they are going through at the time. Listening to someone in need may very well have a bigger impact on their life that we know. Listening is a GOOD thing.
I can’t tell the times that I have received emails, social media messages, or actual written letters saying that I have helped someone in their darkest of hours. To me that is true success and whether or not I ever do what society calls, “Great things”, I have accomplished what I have set out to do in the beginning…. I have helped someone in need. That is why I have the gift of words… You are not alone… I promise that… If ANYONE needs me I AM HERE for EVERYONE.
Blessings to All!
Be someone’s shoulder… even if the are miles away…
If you have been following me on social media, i.e. (Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn) you know that I have obtained a contract from Cresco Books for my book “CHAOS”.
I am writing a new novel in my spare time. It is a fairytale retelling and I would like to share a small excerpt of it with you all. Enjoy.
As Elijah lowered himself to Ira’s side, he tried at one last plea for forgiveness. “Ira, I am so very sorry for what I have done. During all the time that I have spent with you, I never realized that what I was feeling for you had in fact become real.” Elijah moved the stray hair from Ira’s face. “I wish that I could go back and abandon my horrid plan. Then I could have had a family. We would both be with our lost daughter. But this is my fault. I cannot fix it. If only I could.” Elijah’s voice trailed off.
A tear escaped from Ira’s eyes. “How could you kill our daughter?”
Elijah began to cry.
“You say that you loved us, yet you are the end of us? How could that be if your love for us had been true?” Ira’s breathing slowed and was becoming more labored. He knew that her life would soon be over. There was no magic that could save her or their child now. The terrible deed had been done and now there was certainly no repairing the damage that he had caused their family..
Ira began whispering a spell, but Elijah was so guilt stricken that he had failed to understand what was happening. She was so full of anger toward Elijah and even with her last breath being used to curse him was not enough for her.
Elijah heard Ira let out a weak laugh. When he turned to her she smiled, placed her hand on his chest right over his heart and then drew in her last breath of life.
Instantly, Elijah realized that Ira had indeed placed a curse on him, but he had never dreamed that she would go as far as to curse her own soul as well.
Within moments Ira’s plan had begun to take its course. Elijah noticed that he was changing. Something inside him was taking over his body. A tremendous amount of pain. The intensity of it left him unable to make a move or to even cry out. He was frozen in place, forced to endure Ira’s punishment for the wrong that he had done.
His bones snapped. Muscles ripped and tore away from the bone. His human form was taking on a new shape. It was one of an animal. Long, black fur covered his body. He let out a ear piercing scream when the curse Ira had placed on him twisted him for the final time. His human teeth were now that of a very large predator. The only thing that was left of Elijah’s true human form was his brilliant ocean blue eyes. After his transformation was complete he looked up at Ira’s ghostly body floating before him. Right then he knew that she had done something even far worse than that of what he had done.
Ira had taken on a new form as well. She was now the most evil of any High Priestess’ that had ever been. She spread her arms out beside her as she floated inches above the floor.
“I will have my daughter back, Elijah. I will not stop until I do and you are going to help me.” She sneered at him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but only the roar of a bear came out. Ira had made him the king of the forest and he has to do her bidding. Only she knows what was in store for him now.
“This entire land is cursed because of what you have done. You will lure a girl with golden locks into this forest so I can claim her soul in order to raise our daughter from the grave. You will do this even if it takes a thousand years.”
Elijah growled and a tear slid down his fur.
“I have made you the savage beast that you once were. Now your soul belongs to me. If only you had been true this would never have happened. We could have had a wonderful life together. Both of us could have watched our daughter grow into the woman she was meant to become. Now you have ruined it all and for that you will pay a fair price. Out to the woods bear!”
As Elijah made his way out and into the woods, he could hear Ira laughing behind him. What have I done, he asked himself.
The warm morning sun was shining on my skin, erasing the coolness of the dew that had fallen on me. The ground beneath me was hard and several jagged rocks were digging into my back. I knew that I should have been feeling some amount of pain from it, but I was only feeling a slight amount of pressure. I couldn’t feel much of anything except the heat from the morning sun and the sore itching feeling in my throat. My head was foggy, almost like I had been drugged.
I wasn’t sure why the itching feeling was turning into an awful burning sensation. It felt like I had been walking in the desert for days, without a single drop of anything to drink. All of my thoughts were bouncing around in my head. They were all distorted pictures and things about what had happened. All of it, moving too fast for me to understand at the moment. The only part that was clear was that I had been attacked by the most gorgeous boy that I have ever seen in my entire life.
I was not sure why the man had attacked me in the first place. More than that, the fact that he had left me here alive was puzzling. I wonder what had made him not kill me. I had seen his face clearly and I am certain that I would be able to recognize him if I was ever given the chance to see him again. Something about that thought was disturbing to me. It was almost as if I wanted to see him again. It was probably some sick fantasy that I was having. One about killing him for what he had done to me. How could I not? Worse than that, my attacker had been so mesmerizing to me. He had my attention from the very second that I caught sight of him.
His face had been only inches from me and his pale blue eyes burned into mine. I had had a strong feeling that there was something off about him. There was something wrong with him, unnatural, and extremely dangerous. However, his beauty had enticed me and I was proud that he had chosen me instead of some other girl. I wanted to be the one that he wanted to talk to. Now I hated that decision more than any other one that I had made. I had been so stupid. I knew better than to be alone with someone that I did not know. There was just something about him. It was something that had made me more at ease in his presence. He should have killed me for being such an ignorant person.
He was my age, around eighteen, but something had told me that he was older. I was not sure what made me think that, but that had been the first alarm to go off in my head, one that I had ignored. Now, I wish that I hadn’t.
I could easily picture him in my head. The blackness of his hair glistened in the moonlight and his skin reminded me of a white silk dress that my mother had. It was so pale and seemed lifeless.
His breath had been so intoxicating to me and I remembered that when he spoke I was unable to move. That was the second alarm that went off and I ignored it just like the first one.
I cannot believe that I had gone against everything that my parents had taught me and I was suffering the consequences for that now. They had warned me and I did not listen and look where that got me. Left, alone, to die in some field that I was not sure exactly where it was. I wanted to call out for help, but it was no use. It was not like there was going to be anyone close enough to me to hear when I did. I might as well save my breath, I thought.
The part that was bothering me the most was the fact that he had bitten me. I remembered feeling a sting and then smelling the blood seconds later. The rusty smell had been overpowering to me and I can remember almost fainting because of it. I thought that I was going to make it out of our struggle without any major damage to my body. That is, until then. I just know that I was going to end up with some dreadful disease as a result of his mouth being in contact with my blood. Whatever it was had started to flow straight into my bloodstream. I shivered at the thought of it.
I was wishing to myself that I had been near a hospital, but I knew better. There was no way that he would have left me anywhere near any significant population. It would not have been a smart thing for him to do.
And it wasn’t like I could get up off the ground anyway. My entire body hurt and the fire in my throat intensified with every passing second. It felt as if some invisible rope was forcing me to stay on the ground. I was feeling hopeless about my current situation and even worse about the fact that there was no help around for me.
After a short while of struggling under the pressure, I managed to move my hand to one of the pockets in my jeans. There it was… my lifeline. I fumbled around for a second or two until I could actually get my hand in my pocket. My cell phone was still in there. The frantic feeling that came over me caused me to drop it as soon as I pulled it from my jeans.
“Great going.” I said aloud. I had never been great under pressure and right now, I was really testing the limits of that fact.
I fumbled around with my hand, trying to locate the phone. Finally, I found it. At least my attacker had been gracious enough to leave me on my back, but whatever it was that was holding me was more powerful than I had thought. I did not like the idea of not being able to see what was keeping me on the ground, but right now, that is the most important thing. The most vital thing right now was that I had to find help.
I flipped my cell phone open and tried to dial 9-1-1, but for some reason my phone would not dial out. It had never done this before. I knew that it was not a billing issue. My mother always paid all of the bills on time. Maybe it was just that I was not getting a clear enough signal to use the damn thing.
I dropped my hand back down to my stomach. I was feeling defeated until the phone rang. I quickly raised the phone to my ear, not paying any attention to who the caller was. I did not care. All I knew was that my phone had caught just enough signal to let a call through and I was not about to waste the opportunity to get help.
“Hello?” I asked with panic in my voice.
“Hello, beautiful.” A voice said on the other end.
I knew at that very moment that it was the man that had brought me here. His voice was not something that I was going to be able to forget any time soon. It was etched in my mind perfectly. Fear filled me and I tried to close the phone, but my body was not responding to what I wanted it to do. My hand stayed with the phone against my ear.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
How did he think I was feeling? I mean, hell, he had bitten me and left me here to die. Now he was just going to torture me some more until I actually did die. If this was what he was planning to do, I would just as soon to go ahead and die.
“I know that you may not understand what is happening to you, or why, but I can teach you how to live now. Are you hearing me?”
I did not dare answer him. I didn’t feel that I had to. I didn’t owe him anything and he was not one of my parents.
“Fine, maybe you would like to spend another three days in that field?” he asked, but I could tell that his voice had a sincere tone to it.
“No. I want to go home.”
I waited for him to answer me. It seemed like his pause had been for him to be able to think about what I had said.
“Okay, I will come to you and take you home.”
“No! I don’t ever want to see your face again. I don’t know why you are doing this to me!”
The rage in my voice was undeniable and I knew that he was not going to be very forgiving of that. When he finally said something back to me, I was taken aback by his response. “Have it your way.” He laughed at me and hung up the phone.
That was easy, I thought to myself. I wondered what it was that he had found so funny. He had to be an extremely sick and twisted individual to do something like this to another person. And for him to be able to laugh about it was terrifying.
I tried once more to move and I found that the thing that had been holding me down was gone. I was free. Now, all I had to do was find out where I am and how to get out of here.
I looked around me and all I saw was an empty field and woods that were surrounding it in every direction. My stomach turned hard this time and I couldn’t seem to be able to make myself swallow. Had I really been out here for three days?
I remembered the rocks that I had been laying on and I moved the dead leaves around until I found them again. They were gravel. That meant that I was near a road. Or, at least, I hope that I was. That would sure make everything a little easier for me, but something inside me was saying that nothing was ever going to be easy for me again.
As I looked at the trees again, I noticed that the leaves had turned the colors of autumn, more so than they had been three days ago. The reds, yellows, and browns mixed, creating a picture like scene around me. The grass was blended with the blades that had died and with some that were still very much alive.
A noise off in the distance startled me and I jumped. I looked in the direction that I had thought that it had come from only to find a couple of deer grazing on the grass.
My stomach turned again. This time it was such a brutal response to my hunger that I found myself running in the animal’s direction. My legs moved with more speed than I had ever known them to have and I realized that my mouth was watering just to look at the innocent creatures ahead of me.
I was almost on top of them before they knew that I had been anywhere around. My instincts took over and I charged the larger of the two of them. I wrestled it to the ground and something inside of me was screaming to stop, but it was too late. I had taken a bite out of the side of the deer’s neck and began to drink the blood that was spilling out of the wound. The blazing pain in my throat had begun to disappear, but the sickening feeling I had about what I was doing was worse than anything that I thought was possible. Nothing mattered more to me at this moment than the warm delicious liquid that was soothing my entire body and I was horrified because of it.
The deer had bleed dry way before I wanted it to. I looked around trying to find the other one, but it had already fled. I suppose the one that I had already drained would have to be enough for now.
I felt sick. It was not a nauseated feeling. It was more like being severely depressed. I hated what I had just done. I hated it with a passion. Some deep part of me was telling me that I was evil.
All the good had been erased from me and I was now this awful thing that I would not have ever thought would exist. The only word that I could think of to describe it was, “ABOMINATION.”
I sat on the ground, staring at the precious animal that I had killed. I guess killing it was better than killing a person, but I had still taken a life and I was not pleased with my actions. Although, my throat actually felt good now, nothing could ease the fear I was having over what I had become.
My phone rang and I knew in an instant that the person that was calling me was not someone that I want to talk to. Looking at the front screen of the phone, I saw the unknown number that had called me only a short time ago. Hate filled me and it quickly turned to rage. I hated the man that was trying to get me to talk to him. He had made me what I am. He had taken my life from me and I will never again be normal. The usual everyday tasks that I had done before today would never be the same. I was not going to be able to function the same way that I had. I knew deep down that I was always going to want blood and lots of it.
I ignored the call until my phone stopped ringing. Little did I know that he was going to keep calling, but after about four times of him calling and me not answering prompted him to start sending text messages. They were the usual messages that someone would send if the other person were trying to ignore them.
I think he actually sent Hello three times. Then the fourth time the message was more impatient. You need to talk to me.
I don’t know why he thought that I needed to talk to him. Did he not remember what he had done to me? I mean, really, what was I supposed to do, just have a conversation with him as if nothing had happened? I don’t think so.
I was proud of my sudden courage and I decided that I was well enough to try to find my way out of here. I hope that there was a road around here somewhere, or a house, at least. Maybe the people that lived there would let me use their phone. That is, if it was even possible to have phone service this far out. My way of thinking had given me a renewed spark of hope. Hope that I was really going to make it out of the situation that I was in.
I walked with a steady pace, trying not to stop unless I had to. I wanted to find someone that would help me. I wanted to go home more than anything else. I thought about my mother and how she was probably sick with worry about my unexplained absence. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain what happened to me, or where I had been. There was no explanation that I could give her that wouldn’t make her think that I am a lunatic. None of that really mattered now. All that matters was getting there and seeing her face.
My thoughts wandered as I walked. For some reason, the man’s face never left my mind. I studied him and tried to go back over everything that had happened. Everything seemed to be moving so fast that I could only catch onto a few bits of the memories at a time. That wasn’t helping me at all. I needed to be able to know exactly what happened. I needed to know the reason that I was going to hunt him down and kill him and it had to be the right one. I knew what the reason was already, but I denied the thought.
I knew what he had done to me. It was the most horrifying moment of my life. He had changed me, but I was still not sure what I was. I guess some things are better left in the dark.
I walked for a long time until I came to an old gravel road. It had been freshly repaired with new gravel, but it was the big kind, not the usual type that would be in someone’s driveway. Walking over it had caused me to slip and not be as sure of my footing as I was in the field. That wasn’t a big deal. I was just glad to see something different.
The blood was making its way through my system and I could feel it making a difference in how I was moving. My legs weren’t as numb as they had been a few moments ago and the tingling has left my arms. I felt stronger, more sensitive to everything that is around me. Every one of my senses had grown in intensity and I knew that I could use them to my advantage. I could use them to find my way home again.
My eyes could see longer distances now and I could distinguish between everything that I could smell and hear as well. I could smell each animal that was in the area near me and some that weren’t so close. The scent of their blood made me thirsty again. I began to notice that I could hear even the slightest movement that they were making, right down to each beat of their hearts.
Even though, I had just completely drained a full grown buck. I was still thirsty for more. I needed the energy and the strength that the warm liquid gave me. The need to attack was terrifying, but at the same time I wanted to do it. It was beginning to feel like my natural instincts.
Along with my new vigor, I could feel other things now. Things that I wasn’t sure what they were, or what they meant. I had a pulling sensation in my mind. It was as if I was being led by some invisible force. My sense of direction was never very good, but I felt now that I knew where I was going even though I didn’t have a clue. I decided that the best way for me to get through this was going to be by staying calm and being attentive to everything that happens. I need the details.
As I walked farther in the direction my body wanted to go, thoughts of home and my mother poured into my mind, temporarily breaking my uncompromising need to get to a place where I was going to be safe, a place with people.
I was sure that the man wouldn’t be so quick to try to attack me again in a public place, but thinking about that wasn’t exactly true. I had been in public when he took me the first time and what is going to stop him from doing that again? I tried not to let the worry that I was feeling cloud my mind, but it was no use. What could he possibly do to me now that would be worse than what he had already done? If he killed me, that would be a blessing.
I pictured my mother in the kitchen baking her famous cookies. The apple apron that she always wears was tied securely around her and it was covered with flour and food coloring. She was the kind of person that always managed to keep a smile on her face. I suppose that she was more concerned with what everyone would think about her and if she looked happy, she could evade the on- going condolences that everyone offered.
They were because of my father’s recent death. He was driving down the highway when he fell asleep. He had not known that he was veering off into oncoming traffic. A semi that had been headed in the other direction collided with him. It had been the worst accident that our town had ever seen. Both the driver of the semi and my father were killed instantly.
That was the most horrifying day of my life. I hated that he died, but I was thankful that he didn’t have to suffer. That would have been the worst. The thought of either of them having to lay there in such distress was sickening, to say the least.
Everyone kept telling us that he was in a better place and today I was much more certain of that than I had ever been. Heaven has to be better than this. A place where not a single bit of evil existed was where I wanted to be right now. I would hate to cause my mother any more hurt than she was already going through, but it seemed that I wasn’t going to be able to live the right kind of life. I knew the urges inside me would only grow worse until I finally done something that I was not going to be able to take back. It was only going to be a matter of time before that will happen.
My phone rang again and I looked at the message that had come through. I already knew that it was him. Why did he have to keep trying to get me to talk to him? Had he not done enough to me already? I guess not enough to satisfy him.
“Feeling better?” the message read. How could he possibly know how I was feeling? Maybe it was just a really good guess, unless he was somewhere close to me. He had to be watching me from somewhere that I could not see him.
I immediately began searching the area around me. I had not noticed that I had walked so far. The field was far behind me and I could not see the fall leaves of the trees that surrounded it. I was walking on nothing but dirt. It reminded me of a place that was being used to harvest trees for sawmills. Of course, the trees were no longer there. Everything looked so empty, except for the new saplings that had been planted in the place of the trees that had been taken. There was no possible way that he could be hiding. There just wasn’t anything left to hide behind.
I stopped when I came to a huge rock off to the side of the machinery tracks that I had been walking in. I needed to think.
Are you not going to answer me? Another message came through.
What am I supposed to say to that? I wasn’t sure why he even thought that I would want to talk to him. He has to be extremely disturbed. To still be trying to torment me seemed a little much, even for your everyday common garden variety of serial killer.
He wasn’t going to stop until I do answer him, so I took a deep breath and typed my reply. Why should I? You tried to kill me!
I sat there, listening to the animals around me and waited to see what his response to my message would be. And it didn’t take him long at all to answer back.
I understand why you are angry. I didn’t try to kill you, I did kill you.
He was right. I hadn’t given much thought to it until now, but he had killed me and if I was correct about what I was, then I had awakened dead.
I would like to speak to you in person. I want to try to help you adjust to your new life.
The fact that I needed help understanding what I had turned into and he was the only one that could assist me with that. He left me feeling that I had no other choice but to accept his offer. I fumbled with the phone, fighting the overpowering urge to vomit, and typed the only word that I could think of. Where?
The burning feeling returned in my throat and I wanted more blood. That much I was sure of. I couldn’t deny it and I knew that it would only become more painful the longer that I tried to ignore it. The pain was something that I wanted to avoid, so I placed my phone on the rock beside me and concentrated on finding a heartbeat.
Finding another source to drink from had been harder than I thought. The time that it took was more time than I had expected and the burning had now turned into an itchy dry feeling. I knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before the pain set in. That was when I heard it.
The beat was off in a strange way. It seemed that the animal was sleeping, but I could tell that it was strong and very well fed. In fact, the animal had recently eaten. The smell of the blood was faint, but I was soon off the rock and on my way in the direction that I needed to go.
I walked with swift movements and it felt as if I was flying at one point. I needed to feed and I needed to fast. My limbs felt like they weren’t as powerful as they had been after my first feeding and I wanted to be strong again. I needed to be if I was going to meet with him.
I reached the sight in which the scent was more distinguishable. It was in the mountains, not far away, but not close enough for comfort. I inhaled once more and caught the delicious scent again. My body moved in a way that was astounding and it was like I was being forced by my thirst to move. Soon, I was right on top of the animal. The shock of what it was problematic. Looking at the huge cat was making me tremble with anxiety and pleasure at the same time. Mountain lions sure smelled appetizing. Before the animal was alerted of my being there, I tackled it.
The cat put up an enormous fight, but I soon found that I liked the struggle just as much as the taste of the blood. There was no doubt in my mind that I was a predator, an excellent one at that. I drank from the cat, feeling every beat of its heart along the way. That excited me. The feeling of the kill was intense, but the sorrow for the creature wasn’t far behind. I couldn’t hide from that.
This was the part that was the worst, but I pushed every feeling that I was having about it to the back of my mind. This was how I was going to have to be in order to survive and I did not need to be regretful about the kill. Not if I want to live, or, I guess I should say, exist.
After I was finished draining my prey, I began walking back in the direction of the rock that I had been sitting on. I was not thrilled with the idea of checking to see if he had replied back to my question. Maybe I didn’t need him like I thought I did. I was beginning to think that it was possible for me to be able to live out in the woods. I would be able to avoid killing a person then, but what about my mother?
Thinking of her made me shake off the idea of staying away. She needs me. I am all that she has left now with my father gone. Would she be able to accept what I am? Or would she make me leave and pretend that I had ran away? I just won’t tell her about what happened and then everything would be fine. Lying to myself seemed like a good thing to do at the moment.
I was back at the rock in no time at all, but I sensed that I wasn’t alone. There was something else there and I was certain that it wasn’t an animal because I couldn’t hear the beating of a heart or smell blood anywhere. The presence seemed empty and cold.
Moving closer to the rock, I saw a man standing beside it. He had his back to me and looked like he was holding my phone. Standing as still as I could, I watched him. My eyes focused in on the back of his head and I recognized the black hair instantly. It was him. He had come to meet me here. But how did he know where I was? He must have been following me the entire time.
“I know you are there.” he said as he turned to face me. I was frozen with fear. I couldn’t move at all. And believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to run away from him as fast as I could, but it was impossible.
He walked up to me like nothing had ever happened and I was unable to flee. I wanted to, but something held me there. I was more frightened in this very moment than I had ever remembered being. What could I do? Nothing.
“I see that you have fed again.” He was good at knowing when I had taken blood. I guess he could sense the power it gave me. Maybe he really had been watching me all this time. I wasn’t sure about either of my ideas on the matter.
I didn’t say anything back to him. I couldn’t. I was both fearful and intrigued by him. He had the knowledge that I needed to survive and I knew that he could kill me at any time that he wanted to.
The thought of him killing me made me feel even worse.
“I have no plans to harm you.” Aden saying that eased the tension that I was feeling. Although I was now this unnatural being,
I wasn’t quite ready to die. Not like I had thought that I was earlier. I want to see my mother one last time before I died.
He took my hand and led me back to the rock. “Please, sit” he said as he took his place on one side. I cautiously sat down beside him, expecting anything to happen at any moment.
I took a quick moment to really look at him. Now that he looked calm and wasn’t on top of me trying to kill me, he looked, well, good. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight and I soon found that I couldn’t break eye contact with him.
“What am I?” I asked before I realized I had said anything.
“You are a vampire.”
I had thought that before now, but I wasn’t sure. If I actually was a vampire, how can I be out in the sunlight? I realized that I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him. There was so much for me to learn.
“How are we out in the sunlight then?” I asked.
He laughed as he made his reply. “We are Day Walkers.”
He explained that we are a different breed of vampire. We can walk in the sun, eat and drink regular food, but we did still need to have a regular diet of blood to survive. I found all this to be more interesting than I had expected it was going to be.
“What is your name?” I asked him, not thinking that my question might anger him. Thankfully, he seemed to be fine with whatever I asked him. That was sure going to make this a whole lot easier, I thought to myself.
“My name is Aden.”
What a beautiful name. I caught myself lost in thought about the gorgeous being that had attacked me. I knew that I should hate him, but the more that I talked to him, the more I relaxed.
“I haven’t had the chance to ask your name either.” Aden said as he looked at the rock.
“Laynie.” I blushed as I looked at him.
He looked up at me just as I was trying to look away. His eyes held mine and at that moment I felt the fire again.
“Why am I so thirsty?”
Aden explained that it was because I was feeding on animal blood and not human blood. Obviously, human blood stays in our system longer. I hated the thought of that. It was wrong to feed from a human. Or, that was what I thought.
“What happens if I don’t take human blood?”
He waited for a moment before he said anything in return. All the while, he was looking at me, smiling as if he was happy about something.
Aden was very confusing to me. I wasn’t sure whether he liked me or not and I guess that really doesn’t even matter, but I would like for him not to be planning on killing me without me knowing about it. All the thoughts that I had about getting revenge on him had disappeared. I didn’t want that now.
“If you do not drink human blood you will die.”
I was hoping that would not have been his answer, but I think that I should not get my expectations about my new life twisted with a fairy tale. This was certainly going to be more than that.
We talked for a long time and I hadn’t noticed that nighttime was within a few minutes. My attention had been focused on Aden and I had not been aware of anything but what he was telling me.
I was desperate to understand what kind of life I was going to lead. Was it going to be torture? I shivered at the thought of having to feed on a human. That was the part that I don’t think is ever going to go away.
“I need to feed now. I am almost to the point of pain.”
I could tell that my saying that had rattled him. He was pale and I had a feeling that he needed to as well.
“I don’t sense anything out here that would sustain us both.”
I scanned the area and found that he was right. The only animal that I had found had been a tiny rabbit. That was only going to make our thirst worse.
“Come. I have a place nearby. The fridge is full of human blood.” he said and before I knew it, he had put my phone in his pocket and snatched my hand.
We were moving at such a rate of speed that I was certain that we were flying. I love the feeling that it gave me. So much power was in this new body and I could do anything that I wanted to.
We came upon a small house at the base of the mountain. The area that surrounded it was sure to keep away any unwanted visitors. The trees were thick and made the house look darker than normal, but I liked the way it looked. Aden had taken great care of it and I could tell that he wanted it to look nice. Why, I have no idea. It wasn’t like anyone was going to want to come out here.
A small rose garden, filled with different shades of blooms, was off to each side of the walkway. I felt the need to stop and gaze at them. The thirst couldn’t even keep me from it. I had always loved to look at flowers and these were in such wonderful condition that I had to take the time to appreciate them.
Aden pulled gently on my hand and I could tell that he was in great need of blood, so, I didn’t linger at the gardens any longer.
For some reason, I didn’t want him to be in pain. I guess it was because I had felt that pain before and it was not a pleasant experience. I don’t think that I would wish that on anyone. Not even him.
I remembered what he had told me about bloodlust. If I waited too long to feed, than my body would take over and force me to take blood. When that happened, there would be no stopping me from attacking and it wouldn’t matter who I done it to. Aden said that vampires had been known to attack other vamps in the process.
I didn’t want to attack anyone. Not even Aden. I just want to be able to live peacefully, but I was sure that in order to have the life that I wanted, I was going to have to do it alone. I couldn’t involve anyone else in what was my nature now. Just imagine what my mother would think if I came home one night covered in blood.
I could sense the fogginess entering my mind. That had been one of Aden’s first warning signs that he gave me. I knew now that it was only going to be a matter of minutes before I was in pure bloodlust.
He had asked me to wait in the living room until he had the blood prepared. It was his intention for me to be made to control myself around the juicy red liquid that I was craving now.
Better yet, I was starving. “Aden?” I called from the sofa.
“Coming!” I heard him shout from the kitchen.
I hope that he hurries because I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to wait.
“Calm down, Laynie.”
But it was too late. I could feel the rage building up inside me and I knew that there was not a single thing that I could do about it. I could smell the blood and I was up off the sofa in an instant. I moved with stealth and precision as I made my way to the entrance of the kitchen.
When I turned the corner in the direction that I smelled the blood, there Aden stood. He was poised to attack. That caught me off guard. He wasn’t going to attack me. He was going to have to defend himself from me.
“Laynie, you better stay back!” he screamed at me, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was getting to the blood on the counter behind him. Aden knew that too.
He turned to grab the oversized coffee mug, then put it on the counter in front of me, and smiled. “See, everything is okay, sweetheart.”
I immediately took the mug and turned it up, taking all the precious liquid inside and leaving not a single drop behind. I could feel the panicked feeling from the bloodlust leaving me and I was face to face with Aden. How could I have been so stupid? I could have killed him and whoever else might have been in the area. I was sure to make myself feed on a regular basis from here on out. I couldn’t risk getting out of control like this again.
I stood there looking at Aden. I wanted to apologize for almost attacking him, but I was so ashamed of myself that I thought I would be better off to just keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make him angry at me.
Every emotion that I was used to having had been heightened. My anger turned to rage and I noticed that my sadness quickly turned into desolation. There was just so much that I needed to learn.
But there was the matter of the emotion that I was feeling right now. I had never felt this. It was a burning like my thirst, but it was in the rest of my body. Maybe it was the human blood that I had just drunk.
Soon, my mind wasn’t clouded and the need to feed was still there, but I had managed to tuck it safely away. I wanted to drink more and obviously Aden knew that I was going to because he had turned his attention away from me and began to warm up another mug full for me. The beeping sound that the microwave had made when the process was finished was like music to my ears. It soothed me to know that I was going to be offered blood again.
He took the mug out and handed it to me. I took it without hesitation and thanked him. This time I didn’t drink nearly as fast as I had with the previous cup. Savoring the taste was working wonders for me and I was glad that I didn’t have to take it directly from the source. When I was finished, I took the mug to the sink and washed it and placed it in the dish drainer.
“Are you feeling better now?” Aden asked.
“Yeah… Look, I’m sorry about before. I wasn’t sure what was happening and when I finally realized it, well, it was too late.”
He nodded and smiled at me, knowing that I was sincere in my apology. I felt more at ease with him. Being comfortable around him was a good thing. That meant that I was no longer thinking of ways to kill him. Honestly, I think he turned me because he was lonely.
ADVICE FOR YOU, MY SON
My son, so full of wonder.
It truly amazes me.
How much of this awful world,
Your innocent eyes fail to see.
You’re always asking questions,
Like, why are people so mean?
I urge you just to walk away,
And to not cause a scene.
My heart screams out for hope,
Because of the fear I see in you.
This world isn’t what you think, my son,
Oh, if you only knew.
People play vicious games, my son.
The hell they’ll put you through.
They play with other’s emotions,
Not caring if they hurt you.
They lie, cheat, and steal, my son.
Claiming their loyalty is real.
They’ll be quick to break your heart,
But nothing will they feel.
Some people are strange.
A few are honestly deranged.
You’ll meet a few in your life,
That are completely and utterly insane.
The things that I am telling you now,
I’ve learned and you soon will.
Always search for the good in others,
And don’t forget to feel.
If you’re looking for a reason,
Or the truth you cannot see.
Remember these few words, my son,
And the lessons that I tried to teach.
Always keep a smile on your face,
Even when you’re hurting.
Give it all you’ve got and more,
Especially when you’re working.
If you have to make a promise,
To it you must stay true.
If you decide not to honor it,
Then no one will believe you.
Don’t be afraid to say you’re sorry,
Or admit when you’ve done wrong.
Protect the ones that you love,
And try to keep a clean home.
Always be respectful.
Be someone’s saving grace.
Be something more on this Earth, my son,
Than just a person taking up space.
Do your very best every day,
To try something new.
Attempt to go above and beyond,
Of what is expected of you.
Say how you really feel.
Don’t keep it locked inside.
And don’t let your anger,
Light up the calmest sky.
This world is full of poisons,
That will stain your very name.
If you let that happen in your life,
You’ll be the only one to blame.
Enjoy the little moments,
That this life has to share.
Take time to call someone you know,
And let them know you care.
These are just some simple rules,
To help guide you on your way.
Try to show someone else kindness,
Each and every day.
The most important rule in life,
You already know is true.
Never lose your faith, my son.
Because Jesus died for you.
When the end comes for me, my son,
Promise to not stay blue.
Jesus will call me home for sure,
But I’ll always be with you.
You’ll see me in the water,
Or in the leafy breeze.
Maybe when you hear a song,
You hated to hear me sing.
My voice will be a memory,
Or a whisper in the air.
Even angels cry, my son,
That’s how you know they’re there.
Just keep your life simple,
And remember that real love is free.
One day when you’re not so busy,
Remember to think of me.
I spent some time with this beautiful little girl today. Miss Kaylee, (My #1 Fan) She has read all my books except for the 2 shown in this picture. I’m sure she will be finished with these soon.
She is such a wonderful little person. The talent that she has at her age is stupifying to me and she is so smart. She might just turn out to be an artist. I was watching her as she was showing me the game she was playing on her computer and I was amazed at how well she can navigate it.
I have decided to write a story for her. All her own. She will be the main character and featured on the cover as well. It will have some really unique twists and will be for her age level so I can be sure that I can tackle some important issues with the story as well. Things like bullying, friendship, personal image, and manners, among some other topics.
Hey, who knows. This might just turn into a series for young children. Never know.
I think that media is one of the most important ways for us to mold the young children of the World into respectful, productive citizens when they reach adulthood. That being second only to good parenting. But lets face it, some children do not have anyone to teach them and they turn to the people they see on television and the characters that they read about in books.
I think that I am gonna tackle that idea head on. All my books have many special messages, but this one will be different. The messages will be more clear since they are for our younger generation. Wish me luck and if anyone shares my opinion, the only way to make a change is to be the change.