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Eternity's Destiny (Inside a Vampire's Mind, Book 1)
by Michelle Lundy   

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Horror

Publisher:  lulu.com Type: 
Pages: 

344

Copyright:  Nov. 22, 2009 ISBN-13:  9780557209095
Fiction

Have you ever wondered what goes on Inside a Vampire's Mind?

Find out as you read one vampire's most intimate thoughts... Her DIARY!

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ETERNITY'S DESTINY (Inside a Vampire's Mind, Book 1)

 

Copyright © 2009 by Michelle Lundy

 

ISBN: 978-0-557-20909-5

 

Have you ever wondered what goes on Inside a Vampire's Mind?

 

Find out as you read one vampire's most intimate thoughts... Her DIARY!

 

In the smog infested city of Baltimore, Maryland, Eternity Long finds herself on a downward spiral into the deadly abyss of her nightly party life. When her mother gives her a diary for her twenty-first birthday, little does she know what unspeakable horrors await to spill onto the pages. Find out how one lust filled night changes her life forever, leaving her desperately struggling to regain her former humanity. Fighting a losing battle with her new seductive dark side, it's only a matter of time before her uncontrollable cravings for sex, blood, and violence ultimately consume her.

 

ETERNITY'S DESTINY (Inside a Vampire's Mind, book 1) is now available. You can pick up a copy now at Skyemark Gothic Horrors, my publishing site, at:  www.lulu.com/skyemarkgothichorrors. Also available on Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, and many other online retailers.


Excerpt

Chapter One: 2/24/09





Dear diary,

It's funny how I never thought I'd find myself writing in this damn thing, but now I feel it's my only saving grace.
When my mother gave me this diary for my twenty-first birthday I, regrettably, laughed in her face. I opened this gift of hers and found myself struck dumbfound by what she said as I unwrapped the neatly folded decorative paper off its leather bound cover. Her words will forever haunt me until the day I die.
"Eternity Long," she said, "I pray God has mercy on your soul, but if you continue to follow the path of unrighteousness, may the devil dance on your grave, for there will be nothing left for God to save."
"Are you kidding me?" I laughed until tears spilled from my eyes and she went storming furiously out of the room.
When she had calmed down enough to confront me, she came back to explain. She was scared for my soul. She said that if I could see the error of my ways then maybe I would deter myself from inevitable self destruction in this life and the next. This is where the diary came in. By writing my thoughts and feelings, my sins of promiscuity and alcoholism, then I would see and be free of hells demons. Riiight. That's what she thinks.
I could see her point, to an extent, but come on. Living in Baltimore, Maryland, with its overabundant night life, was simply too hard to resist. What else was there for a girl to do in this big bad city except get sloshed and fuck the nearest Joe Shmoe within arm's reach. It was a way of life. One that I enjoyed every minute of. Besides, everyone's doing it these days.
Needless to say, that was three months ago, on November fourteenth of two thousand eight. My mother was killed a week later by a drunk driver, of all people. You would think that that would have been enough to wake me up, but sadly, it didn't. Instead I had the opposite reaction. I lived day by day in a drunken stupor, wallowing in my own self pity, until recently.
Luckily, with Mom's insurance money and the lawsuit being won, I was able to pay off the house. At least that was one less thing I had to worry about.
Next stop on the highway to hell, get my life back.
I found it hard to stop partying altogether, but I did manage to cut it back to a maximum of four times a week. For me, that was like cutting off my oxygen supply the other three nights. I managed by keeping myself busy. I passed the time cleaning out each room of the house on my off nights. That's how I recently came across the last gift my mother ever gave me, the diary that came with harsh memories of a mother's final warning.
Now, I'm writing in this diary for me, for my mother, and most of all, for my sanity that is on the brink of exploding into an eternal abyss of darkness. Just when I think I'm on the road to recovery, shit happens.
And speaking of shit, I had the dream again. The same dream that reoccurs in my mind like an annoying rerun of Rosanne. The dream where Mr. Knight in Shining Armor turns out to be Satan's little seduction boy. One bite of his apples and you're done for.
What made him think that I wanted this? He didn't even bother to ask me how I felt about it before placing this living death sentence upon me. For that matter, he never bothered to say anything at all. Body language was the only thing we had shared together. But, had I known from the beginning that he was a vampire, I... I... I don't know what I would have done at the time.
He was so gorgeous. My heart raced at the very sight of him. I don't think my own mother, God rest her soul, would have been able to convince me to stay clear of him. Lord knows she used to try, so many times before, to sway my course of action with numerous other men.
"There's something just not right about this one," I can imagine her saying, "heed my warning and stay away from him". But noooo! The clit is mightier than the wit and temptation prevailed once again.
I was at the club, a typical Friday night, dancing my heart out. I live for the adrenaline rush of a crowded room with the music blaring, spotlights flashing, and body's grazing each other ever so closely. It's like some sort of tribal sex dance. Turns me on, really.
Rob Zombies "Living Dead Girl" was playing, my favorite song, and I was really getting into it when the strangest sensation came over me. It wasn't just your typical spooky feeling of being watched, it was something stronger. It felt like eyes were boring right through me, penetrating my chest, as if searching my soul for something long lost.
I stopped dancing and scanned the room to see if anyone was looking my way. It was hard to see anything through the crowd of people jumping up and down all around me, but I finally spotted him across the room sitting at the bar.
Oh my God, he was too gorgeous for words. Yummy, comes to mind.
I admit, at first, I was a little nervous about the way he kept staring at me. My heart started racing and butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach. I thought I was going to be sick. Out of all the beautiful women in this room, why was he interested in me? Something must be wrong with him, I thought.
He noticed that I had spotted him, but he refused to look away. My face was getting flush with embarrassment. I wanted him to stop staring... no... no I didn't. Okay, maybe just long enough for me to compose myself. The minute that thought crossed my mind, he looked away.
What...? No!
I thought he'd lost interest, so feeling rather discouraged, I put my head down and retreated back into the crowd. I'm not very good with rejection. I figured I'd embarrassed myself enough for one night and decided it was time to go home.
I was making my way through the crowd when a warm hand touched my shoulder. I turned around slowly, hoping that the hand was attached to the gorgeous hunk at the bar.
Holy shit, it was him!
He was appealing to me from a distance, but up close... I've got two words for you... Instant arousal. He had dark medium length hair with penetrating blue eyes. His masculine features made for a perfect body with rock hard abs, which were easily seen through his open silk dress shirt. And all I could do was stand there, with my mouth practically dropping to the floor, like an idiot.
A grin creased the corners of his lips as he stared into my eyes, apparently pleased with my response. He never said a word, just stared, which was beginning to make me feel quite awkward. "Say something," I pleaded in my mind, "anything". If I wouldn't have been so captivated by his presence, I would have said something, anything, to break that nerve wracking silence.
The DJ started playing a slow song and everyone around us took partners and started dancing together in their usual seductive manner. That must have been his cue. My silent partner took me into his arms, holding me close, and rocked me back and forth in rhythm with the music. His body was hot and sweaty, and like butter, I simply melted in his arms.
When I closed my eyes I could see us tangled together in a sea of ecstasy, waves of passion crashing over us again and again. Still, I would beg for more. Hot juices instantly began flowing from me over the mere thought of it. I didn't know him, never seen him before in my life, but all I knew was that I wanted him.
I opened my eyes when the song ended and the look he gave me told me he wanted the same thing. Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me out of the club. I didn't even hesitate. I immediately followed him like some sort of lost puppy dog.
This was going to be the best night of my life, or so I thought.
He led me back to this fancy loft apartment.
Sweet! This guy is sexy and rich.
He poured me a glass of Romanée Conti, an exquisite and rather expensive red wine, and started kissing my neck as I drank it. I let him. His lips were so soft and inviting. With every touch, they sent tingling sensations down my body, building up the already free flowing liquids between my legs into multiple eruptions.
Okay, that did it. I was more than willing, I was ready.
I set down the empty glass and threw myself on him. Finding his mouth, I slipped in my tongue, tasting the sweet nectar of its contents. With my legs straddling him, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed. By the time we got there, I was already half undressed, partially my own doing. He laid me down on silky red sheets and proceeded to take off my remaining clothes. His hands fondled my breast, then worked their way down to the already active volcanic region, pleasing me in ways I never thought possible.
I spent the entire night on an erotic rollercoaster. The best ride of my life. But when I awoke, he was gone.
The only thing I have left to remember him by is the memory of waking in a pool of my own blood, the sickness and excruciating hunger that followed, and the reoccurring dream that reminds me everyday... This is REAL.

Sincerely,
Seduced by Evil




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