Blood Destiny ~ London Vampire in Talbot’s Peak

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Oh, am I ever in a state of authorly confusion... well, not just authorly. I blame this ongoing bafflement about what to do next, what path to take... partly, that is... on retrograde Uranus in Aries, my sun sign. It certainly does feel like things are moving backward.

Then, of course, I can also blame it on the oven-baking heat for the past several days. Heck, I don’t even know what kind of flash scene to write for today’s post. My brain seems to be filled with a dense and endless fog -- as far as story ideas.

Ennui... now, there’s a word that describes my current state. Also, lethargic.

Oh, yes, I have previous story ideas and WIPs out the proverbial wazoo... yet, somehow, nothing feels right. It’s like suddenly having no desire for a chocolate malt. Talk about a rare occurrence.

So, recently a vampire hero did introduce himself to me in the that twilight state between waking and sleep... yeah, twilight... whatever.

I don’t know what to make of him, or how his story has begun. He isn’t your Hollywood version of a bloodsucker. He isn’t exactly a bad ass, either, even though to protect his Vampire kind he was an assassin.

Here’s what I have so far.

Blood Destiny ~ London Vampire in Talbot’s Peak

“Happy birthday to me. Five hundred years young.” Zvorak felt the derisive cut of his voice as if a blade sliced up his torso -- something he’d experienced on several occasions, usually because of his reckless nature.

Against his will, Zvorak’s fangs lengthened, and he mentally snarled, his mood as morose as the gray overcast sky. He peered out the second-floor window of his posh flat -- a last look before he departed London forever.

Given it was midday, and not yet raining, a few well-to-do mothers strolled by. Their young children bounced beside them like overeager puppies. One boy Zvorak had developed a fondness for, stopped, and waved a pudgy hand.

Zvorak saluted in return, knowing Ronald sensed him rather than saw him at first. He’d send the boy a gift, and stay in touch. Perhaps, he could influence the youngster toward the righteous path despite his father’s unscrupulous nature.

While he enjoyed much of the lifestyle, Zvorak wouldn’t miss being part of the city’s upper-crust circles. The endless hypocrisy had long since grown tiresome -- only tolerated because it had been his duty.

Since he’d reached maturity for his Vampire breed, Zvorak was now liberated from all service to his brethren. He lifted the glass of Colline Saluzzesi wine dangling from his fingertips, and briefly savored the Pelaverga grapes of his birth place.

“No longer the Vampinator,” he growled to himself.

He should have been celebrating. No longer would he stalk and feed on the obscenely rich rotters who were a threat to his Vampire race. Despite the sweet siren scent of their blood, he’d grown weary of his clever and covert assassinations.

Free to pursue his own path now, Zvorak had paid Dante handsomely for his own suite of rooms at the werewolf’s Pleasure Club in Talbot’s Peak, Montana. There was only one problem, the woman he desired beyond all others would not be waiting for him.

For the last two and a half centuries, she’d teased him, the art of her allure his undoing. With her courtesan’s knowledge, she’d tempted his lusty nature unmercifully. Never had she allowed their coupling, only offering the talent of her hands and mouth on his hard-as-a-marble-pillar cock.

With his balls tightening to a raw ache, Zvorak remembered the first time he’d seen her, smelled her. Then wanted her. Lingering in the night shadows of the castle courtyard, he’d witnessed her shapeshift.

Beneath the nearly full moon, white as a virgin’s thighs, she had deftly loosened the laces of her ball gown. Before the elaborate affair had fallen below her waist, she morphed so splendidly and perfectly into a sleek feline, he’d stared in disbelief.

Certainly, she resembled no species of big cat he’d ever observed. Slighter, and more elegant in shape than a lioness, her head appeared to be carved by a master craftsman, and was longer than most feline breeds.

As if to amuse herself, she’d glided toward him on silent paws, her eyes like twin amethysts lit by fire. The powerful ripple of her muscles, easily witnessed beneath her short, honey-colored coat, held Zvorak spellbound.

He’d stepped from the shadows, and when she’d displayed her fangs in a show of savagery, he’d displayed his fangs. Her tail had sliced the air like a whip, and she’d spun from him quicker than he could follow with his gaze.

All too rapidly, she vanished in the rising mists before dawn. Even so, the tip of her tail brushed his thigh, a mere inch from the base of his manhood.

Without hesitation, Zvorak had strode to her gown. Her woman’s fragrance, lush yet delicate as lilac blossoms, possessed his nostrils, then made a bid for his soul.

He inhaled like a dog scenting a bitch in full heat. Bundling the satin, lace and ribbons close to his chest, he’d called out, “Come to me, if you wish the return of your fine gown.”

She’d sent several in her stead to recover the ball gown. Zvorak had steadfastly refused them all, despite their royal status or high officialdom. He’d engaged in swordplay for the privilege of keeping her gown.

Finally, she’d come to him, dressed in the most expensive fashion of the times. With her demeanor aloof, and nearly dismissive, she warned him against any manner of pursuit.

It had cost Zvorak dearly, still, he’d played the gallant. Offering no effort at seduction, he presented the properly prepared garment to her. To his utter surprise, she hesitated.

Rising on tiptoe, she placed a kiss on his cheek. Her lips had been soft and fleeting as butterfly wings.

Closing his eyes, Zvorak remembered, and felt the torment anew. He’d known if he followed her then, if he gave chase like one more desperate suitor, she would never come to his bed.

“Sabella,” he whispered her name as he turned, and set the wineglass down.
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Have a Cool Shapeshifting Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~