A women must find whether she has the courage to believe in true love and it's abilities to take her beyond death into eternal happiness
I've not thought of a title for this yet, and it's far from complete, but here's what i think will be the first chapter. It's a romance/fantasy novel as of right now.
Leanna twirled around again, laughing breathlessly as her costume billowed out as if it had been made for her. Which it had, she'd spent a small fortune on her costume and her entire savings on this trip to Italy. She laughed again, it had been worth every penny. Tonight was magic, a festival like no other. Leanna turned at the sound of more laughter and smiled widely as a group of other festival goers skipped past, their leaning postures declaring they had begun their drinking much earlier. As they turned a corner Leanna held the bottle up in her hand in a silent toast. She had come to Italy alone only a few days before hoping to escape her mundane life if only for a few days. There was still time to find some grand adventure, maybe some Italian stud to spend tonight with to top off this adventure of a lifetime.
With that thought in mind Leanna took a deep breath and continued down the cobbled path towards where the center of the festival was being held. Singing under her breath, she skipped and waved at others as the road became more crowded. Soon it was so crowded that others jostled against her, hands roved down her backside, and a couple of hands reached up to grab her half exposed breasts! All were laughing, all were drinking, and all were grabbing each other to dance and often times do more! Leanna was grabbed by one man, dancing with him before another claimed her. It was amazing, it was breathtaking, it was hot! Leanna made her way to the edge of the crowd and found another vendor selling drinks. Hers had run out long ago, and she was beyond thirsty. Pulling out her small attaached purse, Leanna pulled out the correct cash and paid the vendor for her alcohol, pausing to pull out her small hand mirror. Well, her make up had long since fled, all that was left was a faint outline of her red lipstick along her full lips. Her medium length black hair was disheveled, but it almost added to the costume. Leanna paused to smile and shake her head at a man who was beckoning her to dance, she needed to breath! With her classic slim face, full lips, and dark black eyes, Leanna looked like she belonged in their country. Thank god she was born with a slim figure and full breasts or she'd never have been able to pull off the costume of a medieval countess!
Finally catching her breath, Leanna put away her mirror and drank the rest of her bottle, pausing a second to get her bearings. Shame that man had left, he had a nice body under his masked face. Shrugging, Leanna made her way into the crowd, confident that she'd find someone enjoyable to spend the night with. The night wore on, and the music changed in tempo. It became slower, more seductive, designed to pair the dancers up for the rest of the night. And for the first time that night Leanna stood alone. Looking around, she saw that she was not the only one. Ten feet from her, he stood. He had eyes darker than hers, hair so black that it seemed to collect the light. He was taller than her, probably six feet to her five foot seven. His body was slender, his legs encased in charcoal colored hose that showed off his legs to perfection, his tunic a lighter grey over a stark white collared shirt. He wore one of those many capes that frequented the festival. And his mask, half covering his face, molded in such a way that you knew it was custom made. Leanna drew in a breath, realizing that she had been holding her breath as she watched him...watching her. He was standing there, blatantly staring at her, his lips quirked in a smile that would have been cruel had it been on a less handsome face. She knew this game, her lips quirked into their own mocking smile as she walked towards him. It never occured to her how the crowd parted easily to allow her access to him. It never even occured to her to wonder how such a fine male could have been left alone by the women who had the same mission as she did.
Leanna finally reached him, he was beautiful. It would have been intimidating to a lesser women, Leanna thought. Her smile broadened at the thought, she was ever amused at her own egotism.
"Would you like to dance?" She whispered, turning her head to take in the other dancers, her body already moving to the slow seductive rhythm of the music.
"You stole the words from my mouth cara," He whispered softly, his smile revealing perfect white teeth. His voice was like velvet, meant for the bedroom. Leanna supressed a shiver and held out her hand to him. He would be the one, perfect ending to a perfect night. Leanna gasped softly as he brought her hand up to his lips to kiss each knuckle before pulling it over his neck and pressing his body tightly against hers. It seemed only natural to lay her head against his shoulder, her hands drifting in the hair that was curling at the back of his neck.
"You are beautiful cara, the envy of every female here," he said softly in her ear, his breath tickling her in such a way that she didn't even try to supress her shiver this time.
"With you and i dancing together, how could we not be the envy. The perfect king and queen of the night!" Leanna said laughingly, leaning back to look at him again, letting him see her delight in him.
He threw back his head, looking at her and letting her see how much approval and lust that colored his vision. Leanna smiled again knowingly, not even aware of how the look in his eyes deepened.
"I think i'll keep you tonight cara, you are too great a treasure to let go now that i have you." He said softly, his head bending to so lightly brush his lips against hers that it felt like butterfly wings.
"If you are going to keep me, then perhaps i could know your name. Mine is Leanna." she said, her head bending to brush a similiar kiss along his neck. It only excited her that she felt him shiver in response even as she felt his arousal against the stomach of her costume.
"Lucien. I am indeed going to keep you Leanna, and i promise you much pleasure by the end of the night." He said softly, bending his head to nibble against her throat, pulling her against him so there could be no denying his attraction to her. Leanna's breath came faster, he was so attractive. It would definetly be a night to remember, an adventure like no other. If only he would keep her, he seemed perfect.
Leanna lost track of time, and before she realized, they were on the edge of the crowd, close to one of the many deserted cobbled paths that led away from the festival to unknown parts of the city. She was already aching for him, her hands confused between pulling on his hair and wanting to delve against his chest. Her legs shook, and she wondered how she would ever make it back to her hotel room with him.
"Come cara, i wish to show you something." Lucien said softly, his arm going around her back to wrap around her waist either protectively or possessively. Leanna hesitated, there were many people that went missing during this fair, never to be seen again or their bodies washed up in the canal days and even weeks later. It would be foolish to go alone with a stranger, no matter how attractive he was.
"My hotel is not far, i'd rather we go there instead." Leanna said softly, pushing him towards the other side of the still large group closer towards her hotel.
"No, my sweet Leanna, it is not far what i have to show you. And i promise i'll have you back to your hotel room soon. Come, come with me." He said, his voice ending in an almost sing song manner, his eyes filling her vision till she could do nothing but follow him. He seemed to watch her while they walked, never did she falter or misstep even though her eyes were glued to his. He was so perfect, his body, his voice, she was intrigued, she was entranced. She was in trouble, Leanna snapped out of her trance to look around and note that they were near an old graveyard. Oh of all the places!
Not one to panic, Leanna whistled softly, as she stepped away from him and took the chance to look around for possible escape.
"Not exactly what i had in mind. And not a place that you should ever take a girl, especially one that Was hoping on seducing you." Leanna said, her voice a little overloud in her fear. Lucian looked different, darker more menacing. His smile was still seductive, but now looked almost cruel. His eyes so black that she could see herself in them, his calm posture did not reassure her. He looked like a jungle cat about to pounce, there was such energy around him.
"Look, i'm going to go. This place sort of ruined it. Besides, i'm thirsty and doesn't look like a lot of vendors frequent this place." She said softly, moving a few more steps backwards to walk around him.
"I'm afraid i can't let you do that cara. But don't be scared, i can feel your fear beat at me. I'd not let anyone harm you. I promise, no one will harm you ever again..." Lucian whispered softly, his eyes boring into hers, his lips smiling softly. Leanna gasped and would have fallen if Lucian had not moved with lightning speed to catch her. His teeth, they were stark white still, but the canines, too sharp for a humans. This could not be happening! Vampires only existed in movies and books.
"You..your teeth. Please don't hurt me...let me go, i'll be missed. Please..." Leanna stuttered, her heart hammering so loudly that she could barely hear his whispered words as he leaned his head lower over hers.
"You've nothing to fear cara, you'll wake up in your room. But i must be able to find you tommorow night, i'll not lose you again my cara, my love." Lucian whispered, his lips rubbing against her neck, his teeth scraping back and forth, once, twice, before a piercing pain ripped through her. It was both pain and pleasure.
Of their own accord, Leanna's hands came up to hold him, her eyes closed, the tears falling from their corners. He is so beautiful, she thought before darkness claimed her
Christina
Welcome back to the Board....:)
Your absence has been noted !
And in the meantime, your storywriting abilities have not diminished, rather grown in stature and passion !
This is an exciting and engrossing story !
Looking forward to the sequel !
Peter
Erotic Interracial/ Reincarnation/ Suspense]
Gale Sinclair is a marriage counselor who has broken the cardinal rule of psychotherapy and fallen in love with his client, Zoelle Sutherland.
