Jessica Coulter Smith

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Night's Embrace




Just as Annabel is ready to end her life, an amazing man comes to her in the dark of night. Her body responds to him and she finds that she wants him more than she's ever wanted anyone. Allowing him to make love to her, she decides that she'll do whatever he asks, as long as he'll keep her with him -- even if he is a vampire.


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The darkness rolled in like dark clouds in a thunderstorm. The inky black night surrounded me, wrapped me in its embrace. It had been a month since "the incident" had happened, and while it might seem minor to some, it was the final nail in my coffin. I had tried to carry on, but I couldn’t take another thing life had to throw my way. If I’d been able to afford a psychologist, I’m sure he would have diagnosed me with some fancy term and prescribed me a bottle of pills. Instead, I was taking matters into my own hands.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, letting me know I wasn’t alone. I knew I should be afraid, yet I wasn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to be frightened. The numbness had spread through me, leaving nothing but emptiness inside of me, a large echoing cavern that I couldn’t fill.

I felt a puff of breath against my skin. A chill raced down my spine as my eyes stared sightlessly ahead, the dark impenetrable. I didn’t know what was to come, but I stood stoically, waiting to see what would happen. It couldn’t be any worse than what I had planned for myself.

Soft lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder. Teeth softly brushed against my skin. I felt a small prick against my neck, and then warmth spread through me. I closed my eyes, a sigh on my lips. Whatever was happening, it felt right. Arms encircled my waist as they pulled me against a tall, hard body. Muscles bulged in the arms that held me gently. A lover’s embrace.

Fluid trailed down my neck, and my captor lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. "So sweet," said a husky voice that left chills on my flesh.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"It doesn’t matter."

He turned me to face him. I looked up into fathomless gray eyes, the color of a winter morning, set in a pale face. He had a long, elegant nose that led to full lips. Shaggy brown hair fell past his shoulders.

When he smiled, I saw canines that were long and pointed. Vampire, my mind said, but I shook the thought away. Vampires weren’t real. My hand drifted to my neck, and I felt the two small pinpricks. A breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him in surprise. Or were they?

"You’re a vampire," I heard myself say in a quiet voice filled with wonder.

"Yes." He watched me intently, probably expecting me to scream at any moment. And had I been anyone else, I might have. But a woman willing to die was another matter altogether.

I tipped my head to the side, exposing my neck to him once more. "Do it. Go ahead and end it."

He looked puzzled and slightly taken aback. "Do what?"

"Bite me. End my life."

He shook his head and looked exasperated. "Silly creature, why would I want to end your life? I feed to live, not to kill."

To my humiliation, I felt tears gather in my eyes and slip silently down my cheeks. "Please," I begged. "I can’t go on living this way. I’m tired of feeling empty."

I felt his intense stare as if he could see right through me. I wondered how long it would take to make a decision. Did I not taste good? Was there something wrong with my blood? Or was there just something wrong with me? "Why do you feel empty?" he finally asked.

"If I knew, I wouldn’t feel this way. I only see shades of gray and darkness. When I wake up, all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep until another day has passed. I go through the motions, smile at people when I should, but it’s all meaningless. Inside I feel like there’s a void, a giant black hole in the middle of my soul sucking the life right out of me." It wasn’t that I wanted to feel the way I did. I just hadn’t had a reason to be happy.

He grinned. "So you have a vampire in your soul?"

I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but it made a sort of crazy sense to me. "Yeah, I guess I do."

His long fingers reached out and stroked my jaw. "You’re too beautiful to die."