Page 10 of Sexual Appetites of Vampires

You might ask why a reputable publishing house would dare publish such nonsense... The Life of a Vampire. It is the belief of this publisher that any work that provides insight orreveals truths should not only be published, but widely read. Vampires, you say, though, I say no mythical creature should be ignored. Has each such creature sprung from only the imagination or is there a small kernel of truth to each?

We, as a rationale society, cannot scoff at unearthly creatures as if they are nothing but myths if we wish to protect ourselves against evil. We must examine the improbable and ascertain for ourselves if such strange phenomenon exists.

This is why I chose to publish The Life of a Vampire, for you to judge for yourself and reach your own conclusions. Naturally, the author remains anonymous for obvious reasons, though I must say that he appeared nothing more than an average man to me. What he wrote, however, will leave you wondering.

Lara eagerly, though with a bit of trepidation, turned the page.

I am a vampire.

She drew a quick breath. Those were the exact words Michael had said to her shortly after meeting him.

Believe what I say or not, it is your choice, though know this...vampires do exist.

She shut the book, her stomach muscles tightening nervously. Had she just gotten the answer she was searching for? Did vampires truly exist? But how had they kept their existence secret for so long? And if she believed Michael, then she would also have to believe that people could be cursed.

This was becoming much more complicated than she would have ever thought. She had written several blogs on curses after investigating some incidents her readers had written her about, but none had proved valid. All had to do with old beliefs dying hard combined with all too malleable people.

No one was truly capable of cursing another person, and yet...

Lara propped the book on a shelf and continued perusing the section. There were more books on the subject than she could possibly read while here. She would definitely have to be selective, and so she began glancing through the titles that caught her interest. Some she returned to the shelf, their content too common to the myth. Others proved interesting and those she added to her pile, while others were just comical and gave her a good laugh.

As far as sexual appetites went, after a quick perusal of the books and combined with the research she had previously done on the Internet, research seemed to agree with what Michael had said about vampires’ sexual appetites being ravenous. But then most normal guys were as well, so to her there was no difference. There was nothing that set vampires apart from human males...except of course for the bite on the neck.

It was another thing she couldn’t wrap her head around. How could someone draining your blood be sexy? Then how did she explain her attraction to Michael? Vampire or not, he was a man, a good-looking man—no—a gorgeous hunk of a man. The kind women dream about but are completely out of the average woman’s league. Handsome and hunky goes with gorgeous and slim.

She was not gorgeous and slim, attractive and shapely, was even stretching it a little, and yet he had commented on hernaturalbeauty, but exactly what he had meant by natural, she wasn’t quite sure. She wasn’t one for much make up, since to her, her pale complexion—when made up—looked like the painted face of a corpse. She usually wore a bare hint of blush and rose-colored lipstick with a bit of glimmer. If she wanted to highlight her eyes, she added massacre, though that wasn’t very often. So, what was there about her that interested Michael Valaine?

I vant to suck your blood.

She laughed at the more common line in satirical Dracula movies. Her laughter died fast, and she cast a nervous glance around the room. She was alone, the crackling fire the only sound. She worried for a moment that Michael was there and had placed the thought in her head. Vampires controlled like that, didn’t they?

She shook her head. She had to get busy reading. The books she didn’t finish here and now, she’d take to her room to read before going to sleep.

Sleep?

How the bejesus was she going to sleep when a vampire’s bedroom was only a few steps from her door? And why did Michael need a bedroom when vampires didn’t sleep? Then what would he be doing all night?

She shook her head. Way too many questions. She needed to start reading and see if there was anything in the books that might help her situation.

Once she deposited all her books on the large square ottoman table between the oversized chairs and sofa in front of the fireplace, she returned to the ladder. She decided to see if there was a section on curses, hoping it would provide some insight into Michael’s theory of vampirism starting as a curse.

It took a while, but she finally located the section under spells. It was up high, in a corner, the ladder stopping just out of its reach, almost as if tucked away on purpose.

Lara scanned the titles, squinting to read a few. One struck her interest...Forever Spells. She stretched, reaching out for the book, struggling to grasp hold, but failed. It was just beyond her grasp, so with one arm hanging over one rung of the ladder and one foot planted firmly on another rung, she stretched further out. Her finger almost hooked onto the top of the spine when suddenly her foot slipped off the rung. It happened so fast that she didn’t have time to lock her arm tightly on the ladder. Shefelt herself begin to topple and reached out, trying frantically to grasp anything she could, but connected with nothing solid.

Suddenly an arm coiled around her waist, and she found herself braced against Michael’s chest. Her arms instinctively went around his neck, and she shuddered at the possibilities if he hadn’t prevented her fall. Then she shuddered again as their bodies seemed to mold and fit together, conforming to each other’s contours as if familiar with each other. And then there was his intoxicating scent, one whiff sent her clitoris into overdrive. It tingled, hummed, throbbed, and screamed to be touched.

He pressed his cheek to hers and though cold to the touch, it felt good, since she was growing as hot as Hades.

“Are you all right?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear and sending shivers through her already overstimulated body.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, raising her head to look at him, though she should have given it thought, since one look in those dark eyes of his and she wanted to surrender. She froze. A tint of red glowed in his eyes. She quickly turned her head away and realized that they hovered in mid-air beside the ladder. If she had had an ounce of doubt that he was a vampire, it vanished in that instant.

“What book did you want?” he asked.

He sounded so calm, so in control, as if being suspended in mid-air was a common occurrence to him, but then it was. Somehow, she managed to raise her hand and point.

“Forever Spells?” he asked.

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