Excerpt Touch of a Vampire
Chapter 1
I was going to die. They would find my body floating in Lake Ontario. I had done something stupid. This was the first stupid thing I did since Roberto left two weeks ago to wrap up some business dealings before we began searching for my tribal clan to continue my sensay training. A few short months ago I was a normal physical therapist trying to re-enter the dating world and then wham! I find out that I’m a uniquely evolved being who has special abilities. And I fell in love with a freaking vampire who was going to be really mad at me for getting myself into this predicament. I promised him I would take little steps with my abilities and until now that’s exactly what I had done. I was down by the dock practicing reaching out with my senses when I amazed myself by hearing a school of salmon out in the lake. I wanted to watch them. I got a sense from the school they were feeding on some plankton. Spotting a row boat on the shore, I worked hard to get it into the water and was quite proud when I paddled the hundred or so yards to where the salmon were. When I reached my destination I closed my eyes and put my feet up and relaxed. I reached out with my senses and marveled at the images I got from the school. They were frenzied. The plankton they found was rich with vital nutrients. All in all it was a good day to be a Chinook salmon. Not such a good day to be a sensay that wasn’t a strong swimmer.
The first inkling something was wrong was when I put my feet on the floor of the row boat and found water above my ankles. I promptly grabbed the oars to start back towards the shore. There was one thing I was unaware of. It is really hard to paddle a boat that was sinking. I tried to paddle for a few minutes but got nowhere with the increasingly weighted down boat. I knew I would have to make a swim for the shore but was not happy about it. I could swim but I don’t think I’d ever swam the distance that would get me safely back to the shore. With a great deal of trepidation I jumped into the cool water. I started out pretty good. I was pleased with myself and then a severe cramp hit. I doubled over with excruciating pain and promptly sank. I fought panic as I tried to stay afloat by flapping my arms. In no time at all my arms were burning and felt leaden. I began to sink again. This time with a certainty I wouldn’t be coming back up. I wondered who would be at my funeral. Probably only my best friend Janel, since the rest of my recent acquaintances were vampires who only go out after sunset. I hope she remembered I wanted to be cremated. I got the sensation I was floating…it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. When the blackness surrounded me, I swear I could feel my Mothers arms around me. I felt a peace engulf me until in a rather rude manner I heard “OLIVIA! I will not allow this! Open your eyes and swim. You will obey me or so help me God I will paddle your sweet luscious ass the next time I see you.”
The tone was not something I was used to hearing come from that voice. I struggled and managed to break free of the darkness to see why he was angry with me.
“Alex? Where are you? I’m confused. It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“I’m in Sweden. It’s almost nine pm here. Listen to me baby…you need to swim. I know you’re tired and your arms ache. Listen to the sound of my voice. Concentrate on that. I need you to live baby. I refuse to let you go.”
I forced my tired limbs to start moving. I didn’t want to die. Not yet. I have a purpose. I need to avenge my parents’ deaths. I needed to make sure that the Guardians didn’t kill anymore innocent people.
“That’s it baby; use your anger to push yourself. Don’t let them get away with taking your Mom and Dad away from you.”
I pictured my Mom and Dad as I had found them several weeks ago with their throats slit. I concentrated on that and taking one stroke at a time. Remarkably, the pain seemed to flee as I became determined to get to the shore. When I reached the shore I was able to pull myself out onto the sandy beach.
“Alex?” No reply. “Alex? Are you still with me?” Nothing.
Maybe I had imagined the whole thing though it sure sounded like Alex’s voice even though I had never heard him raise his voice to me. We connected like this once before when he had been taken by the Guardians and tortured. It’s been several weeks since I last seen him. Six weeks and three days to be exact. But who’s counting. I still missed him. I had made my choice all those weeks ago and I didn’t regret my decision. The last six weeks with Roberto has been heaven. It was very much like a honeymoon though we didn’t legally tie the knot or anything. I think Roberto was waiting until I got through my sensay training. And then there was of course my bond with Alex that still needed to be broken. Both Roberto and Alex were looking into a way to sever the bond. Alex had bound himself to me without my permission. I had feelings for Alex at the time but when I bound myself to someone I wanted it to be my choice.
Even though I love Roberto with all of my heart, I wasn’t sure that we were ready for that step yet. I looked down at myself. My khaki shorts and tank top were soaking wet and my pretty sandals were more than likely ruined. My long brown hair hung unattractively in clumps around my face. I wasn’t looking forward to the teasing I would get from Antonio when I returned to the house. I thought back to the day Antonio, one of the day guards arrived here. Andy along with Mark had been the two day guards here in Oswego when I arrived. Mark was still here and as talkative today as he was then. In the few months I’d known him he maybe spoke a dozen words to me. Andy on the other hand was an easy going sort who had swept my best friend Janel off her feet and absconded with her to the Bahamas.
While starting the short trek back to the house I thought about how much I missed Janel. She and Andy had gone off on a romantic trip to the Bahamas several weeks ago. It was only supposed to be a two week vacation but after a few weeks, Janel called me to tell me she wanted to stay a while longer. It seems the Bahamas is a popular destination for the evolved. Who would have thought it? Andy had taken her on an excursion to Cat Island, a small island off the beaten track.
There she had encountered several different evolved species partying and decided she needed to stay and study them. I was a little bit jealous she was learning more about the evolved than I was and I was a member of the so called club. I loved this last month with Roberto all to myself and wouldn’t trade places with Janel for all the money in the world but I was growing anxious to learn more about what I am. Finding out I was a sensay not too long ago had been a shock but I was slowly learning more about my abilities every day. My sense of smell had been my first ability to manifest and it was the one I was learning to control better than the others. Thank goodness I thought to myself. It truly was not pleasant to have to smell a garbage dumpster in ninety degree weather when you were miles from it. On the other hand there were some scents that made me weak in the knees. While taking a walk with Roberto one night I came across the smell of cinnamon. I stopped in my tracks, closed my eyes and breathed deeply. The fragrance was absolutely wonderful. The scent was rich and strong and made my mouth water.
Roberto laughed and said “Piccolina..am I going to have to be jealous of Tomas?” I opened my eyes and gave him a quizzical look. “Who’s Tomas?”
“Tomas is the baker at the Oswego Bakery and Deli. He is making his famous cinnamon rolls for the morning rush. And by the look on your face he just gave you an orgasm.”
I laughed “It was close to one. Did you smell that too? Sometimes having this heightened sense of smell really pays off.”
Roberto’s eyes turned dark. “I do smell the cinnamon…and it smells good but I much prefer your scent Olivia, especially when you’re aroused. Let’s go home and I will sprinkle your delicious body with cinnamon and lick every bit off.”
I sighed remembering how he did just that. Roberto was very talented with his tongue.
I still was having trouble controlling my sense of touch. Though, I was getting better at it. I’ve learned to block unpleasant feelings by focusing on the sensation and picturing an obstruction between the pain and my skin. It was almost as if I were putting on body armor. The one problem that I keep coming up against is that I lose focus when the pain becomes intense. The same goes for the pleasure which I would have thought wouldn’t have been a problem but sometimes gets me frustrated.
I tend to get overwhelmed with passion and have needs that I can’t control. So far Roberto hasn’t complained even when some business associates had come to meet with him a few weeks ago and he asked me to stay while they discussed expansion plans for the Platza del la viva, Roberto’s casino in Atlantic City. Roberto was dressed casually in black pants and black t-shirt. As he leaned against the desk in his office I couldn’t help but stare at his muscular thighs and daydream about how strong his thighs were. I began picturing his naked body and how he moved in and out of me and the next thing I knew I was breathing hard and aching with a sexual need that hurt. I excused myself and headed up to our bedroom with every intention of taking a cold shower and had just started ripping off my clothes when Roberto burst in the room saying “Dio Olivia…I can smell your arousal…let me help you piccolina”
To be continued......
I was going to die. They would find my body floating in Lake Ontario. I had done something stupid. This was the first stupid thing I did since Roberto left two weeks ago to wrap up some business dealings before we began searching for my tribal clan to continue my sensay training. A few short months ago I was a normal physical therapist trying to re-enter the dating world and then wham! I find out that I’m a uniquely evolved being who has special abilities. And I fell in love with a freaking vampire who was going to be really mad at me for getting myself into this predicament. I promised him I would take little steps with my abilities and until now that’s exactly what I had done. I was down by the dock practicing reaching out with my senses when I amazed myself by hearing a school of salmon out in the lake. I wanted to watch them. I got a sense from the school they were feeding on some plankton. Spotting a row boat on the shore, I worked hard to get it into the water and was quite proud when I paddled the hundred or so yards to where the salmon were. When I reached my destination I closed my eyes and put my feet up and relaxed. I reached out with my senses and marveled at the images I got from the school. They were frenzied. The plankton they found was rich with vital nutrients. All in all it was a good day to be a Chinook salmon. Not such a good day to be a sensay that wasn’t a strong swimmer.
The first inkling something was wrong was when I put my feet on the floor of the row boat and found water above my ankles. I promptly grabbed the oars to start back towards the shore. There was one thing I was unaware of. It is really hard to paddle a boat that was sinking. I tried to paddle for a few minutes but got nowhere with the increasingly weighted down boat. I knew I would have to make a swim for the shore but was not happy about it. I could swim but I don’t think I’d ever swam the distance that would get me safely back to the shore. With a great deal of trepidation I jumped into the cool water. I started out pretty good. I was pleased with myself and then a severe cramp hit. I doubled over with excruciating pain and promptly sank. I fought panic as I tried to stay afloat by flapping my arms. In no time at all my arms were burning and felt leaden. I began to sink again. This time with a certainty I wouldn’t be coming back up. I wondered who would be at my funeral. Probably only my best friend Janel, since the rest of my recent acquaintances were vampires who only go out after sunset. I hope she remembered I wanted to be cremated. I got the sensation I was floating…it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. When the blackness surrounded me, I swear I could feel my Mothers arms around me. I felt a peace engulf me until in a rather rude manner I heard “OLIVIA! I will not allow this! Open your eyes and swim. You will obey me or so help me God I will paddle your sweet luscious ass the next time I see you.”
The tone was not something I was used to hearing come from that voice. I struggled and managed to break free of the darkness to see why he was angry with me.
“Alex? Where are you? I’m confused. It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“I’m in Sweden. It’s almost nine pm here. Listen to me baby…you need to swim. I know you’re tired and your arms ache. Listen to the sound of my voice. Concentrate on that. I need you to live baby. I refuse to let you go.”
I forced my tired limbs to start moving. I didn’t want to die. Not yet. I have a purpose. I need to avenge my parents’ deaths. I needed to make sure that the Guardians didn’t kill anymore innocent people.
“That’s it baby; use your anger to push yourself. Don’t let them get away with taking your Mom and Dad away from you.”
I pictured my Mom and Dad as I had found them several weeks ago with their throats slit. I concentrated on that and taking one stroke at a time. Remarkably, the pain seemed to flee as I became determined to get to the shore. When I reached the shore I was able to pull myself out onto the sandy beach.
“Alex?” No reply. “Alex? Are you still with me?” Nothing.
Maybe I had imagined the whole thing though it sure sounded like Alex’s voice even though I had never heard him raise his voice to me. We connected like this once before when he had been taken by the Guardians and tortured. It’s been several weeks since I last seen him. Six weeks and three days to be exact. But who’s counting. I still missed him. I had made my choice all those weeks ago and I didn’t regret my decision. The last six weeks with Roberto has been heaven. It was very much like a honeymoon though we didn’t legally tie the knot or anything. I think Roberto was waiting until I got through my sensay training. And then there was of course my bond with Alex that still needed to be broken. Both Roberto and Alex were looking into a way to sever the bond. Alex had bound himself to me without my permission. I had feelings for Alex at the time but when I bound myself to someone I wanted it to be my choice.
Even though I love Roberto with all of my heart, I wasn’t sure that we were ready for that step yet. I looked down at myself. My khaki shorts and tank top were soaking wet and my pretty sandals were more than likely ruined. My long brown hair hung unattractively in clumps around my face. I wasn’t looking forward to the teasing I would get from Antonio when I returned to the house. I thought back to the day Antonio, one of the day guards arrived here. Andy along with Mark had been the two day guards here in Oswego when I arrived. Mark was still here and as talkative today as he was then. In the few months I’d known him he maybe spoke a dozen words to me. Andy on the other hand was an easy going sort who had swept my best friend Janel off her feet and absconded with her to the Bahamas.
While starting the short trek back to the house I thought about how much I missed Janel. She and Andy had gone off on a romantic trip to the Bahamas several weeks ago. It was only supposed to be a two week vacation but after a few weeks, Janel called me to tell me she wanted to stay a while longer. It seems the Bahamas is a popular destination for the evolved. Who would have thought it? Andy had taken her on an excursion to Cat Island, a small island off the beaten track.
There she had encountered several different evolved species partying and decided she needed to stay and study them. I was a little bit jealous she was learning more about the evolved than I was and I was a member of the so called club. I loved this last month with Roberto all to myself and wouldn’t trade places with Janel for all the money in the world but I was growing anxious to learn more about what I am. Finding out I was a sensay not too long ago had been a shock but I was slowly learning more about my abilities every day. My sense of smell had been my first ability to manifest and it was the one I was learning to control better than the others. Thank goodness I thought to myself. It truly was not pleasant to have to smell a garbage dumpster in ninety degree weather when you were miles from it. On the other hand there were some scents that made me weak in the knees. While taking a walk with Roberto one night I came across the smell of cinnamon. I stopped in my tracks, closed my eyes and breathed deeply. The fragrance was absolutely wonderful. The scent was rich and strong and made my mouth water.
Roberto laughed and said “Piccolina..am I going to have to be jealous of Tomas?” I opened my eyes and gave him a quizzical look. “Who’s Tomas?”
“Tomas is the baker at the Oswego Bakery and Deli. He is making his famous cinnamon rolls for the morning rush. And by the look on your face he just gave you an orgasm.”
I laughed “It was close to one. Did you smell that too? Sometimes having this heightened sense of smell really pays off.”
Roberto’s eyes turned dark. “I do smell the cinnamon…and it smells good but I much prefer your scent Olivia, especially when you’re aroused. Let’s go home and I will sprinkle your delicious body with cinnamon and lick every bit off.”
I sighed remembering how he did just that. Roberto was very talented with his tongue.
I still was having trouble controlling my sense of touch. Though, I was getting better at it. I’ve learned to block unpleasant feelings by focusing on the sensation and picturing an obstruction between the pain and my skin. It was almost as if I were putting on body armor. The one problem that I keep coming up against is that I lose focus when the pain becomes intense. The same goes for the pleasure which I would have thought wouldn’t have been a problem but sometimes gets me frustrated.
I tend to get overwhelmed with passion and have needs that I can’t control. So far Roberto hasn’t complained even when some business associates had come to meet with him a few weeks ago and he asked me to stay while they discussed expansion plans for the Platza del la viva, Roberto’s casino in Atlantic City. Roberto was dressed casually in black pants and black t-shirt. As he leaned against the desk in his office I couldn’t help but stare at his muscular thighs and daydream about how strong his thighs were. I began picturing his naked body and how he moved in and out of me and the next thing I knew I was breathing hard and aching with a sexual need that hurt. I excused myself and headed up to our bedroom with every intention of taking a cold shower and had just started ripping off my clothes when Roberto burst in the room saying “Dio Olivia…I can smell your arousal…let me help you piccolina”
To be continued......