Chevelle was born a slave, raised to be a replacement for his mother as the favourite in his master’s harem, but he was meant for greater things. After a disastrous chance encounter with a twin he never knew, Chevelle is left unsettled and vulnerable just in time to become pawn to a killer for hire who happens to be the world’s oldest dhampir. This new master spirits Chevelle away to Japan and forces him to learn who and what he is: a dhampir, the bastard son of a vampire, with the power to see the future. Join him as he tops the nation’s rock charts and the vampires’ most wanted while learning what it means to write his own destiny.
A story about an ex-slave who discovers he's a dhampir. Contains three poems written by Robyn Sperling with permission.
My head snapped up at the sound of the voice behind me. I hadn’t heard anyone come in. I looked at my reflection, and when I saw no one else there, I turned around. A short and very Asian man stood there, as if he expected me to know him and forget him in the same breath. He looked me up and down.
“Who are you? Why would I help you do anything?” My voice shook as I said it. I shouldn’t have been scared, but there was something about him that terrified me. He stepped toward me. I stepped back and bumped the counter.
“I will use you to kill him if you do not help me to kill him.” His voice was deep, but not as deep as Dominique’s. His almond-shaped eyes seemed to soak up the light instead of reflect it, turning them an eerie black. His hair had seemed business-cut short, but with his movement, I could see that it was almost as long as mine. He had it pulled back in a very tight braid with a silver cap on the end. The severe end to the hair made me stare for just a second, wondering whether I liked it or not.
His fingertips brushed my cheek on the left side. I jumped and nearly screamed. I hadn’t even seen him move. Why were all these weird things happening to me tonight? Why hadn’t I seen any of this in the mist? What changed? And then it hit me. I wasn’t supposed to know Dominique was here. When I looked at him, he must have decided to do something he wouldn’t have before. That’s why this was all happening now, and I hadn’t foreseen it.
“Utsukushi hana,” he whispered. “You will do it, or I will kill you.” He ran his fingers down my cheek, along my jaw and onto my neck. He caressed that bit of skin before taking hold of my left wrist and pulling it up to his lips. His tongue traced a line to the inside of my elbow. And I didn’t care. His eyes were all I could see. The unending blackness of his eyes.
I felt the pain, but it was washed away by the sound of his voice. He told me it would be all right. He said it was for the best. And I believed him. I don’t know how I heard him speak, since his lips were locked to my arm, sucking the wound he had made. He’d bitten me. Like a vampire. Yes, his voice whispered to me again. Yes, like a vampire, but not a vampire.