Wednesday, January 31, 2018

MidWeek Tease o1.31.18

Welcome to MidWeek Tease! Its been a long while since I have been able to participate. But I am back at least for this week.

I am going to continue on where I left off with my WIP. I have been on a writing hiatus and just got back into writing this. It's about a young, wealthy, winery owner and artist, who falls for a woman who works at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not only because he thinks she is beautiful, but because she is so bold and sassy. Only his true identity, as a vampire, must not ever be known to her. Both struggle to fight their growing attraction to each other, until Anton proposes a strictly physical affair. But how long will it last before they admit to each other that they want something more? And what will happen if she discovers his secret? 

Where we last left off, Anton's fantasies of Charlotte were disrupted when he was worried about her taking a bubble bath alone, knowing how tired she was. He was trying to get his mind off of her drowning in the bathtub, when his phone rings...

My phone vibrated. I went over and checked it. Another text from Charlotte, She said the talk was hardly boring and that she hadn’t drowned yet, indicating that she was still enjoying her bubble bath. I asked her how her bath was, she replied “very relaxing”. I replied to her that she deserved it after taking care of an unsatisfied, demanding artist all night.

My phone vibrated instantly, as she asked what was so unsatisfying. I replied that she wasn’t able to attend all the fun inside the museum. It took her a few minutes to reply with “but you got to have me alone, instead”. My reply, “See, never satisfied.” At the same time, I received another text from her saying I wasn’t that demanding. I smirked at this one and decided to dial her.
When that siren voice of hers answered, i said, “I told you earlier, you have no idea how demanding I could be.”
“Is that for business, or for everyday life?” She asked, boldly. “Or in the bedroom?”
I was not expecting her to be so brave to ask if I meant in the bedroom.
“Would you like to find out, for yourself, one day?”  I challenged her.
The other end of the line went somewhat silent, my hearing making out the water moving in the bathtub and her taking a deep breath and letting it go.
“Yes.” She finally responded, seductively.
“Would you like it to be the bedroom?”
She slightly laughed and answered perhaps in such a way that gave away that she meant yes.
“Good.” I said.
“Did you enjoy the talk?”
“So far, yes. But I haven’t finished it yet because I’m on the phone with you.”
“Should I let you go?”
“No...i can watch it later.”
“truthfully , that talk would have been better if I could have looked up and seen you sitting there.”
“Why is that?” She asked, very unsure of herself.
“You have a calming effect.” I replied, but not telling her the exact calming effects she had on me.
“I don’t know about that, “ she laughed, “I’m kinda the exact opposite. Quite snarky if you haven’t noticed.
“Yeah, I think I noticed that, the moment you introduced yourself tonight.” I said sarcastically. “Definitely made you stand a good way.”
“I’m usually way more professional when I’m working at the museum, but I just couldn’t seem to hold it together tonight.” She laughed as I heard more water splash around in the bathtub.
“What threw you off?” I inquired.
“You.” She said, “I wasn’t expecting your artwork, nor you, to be so….um, captivating.”
I could tell she was trying to be careful with her words.
“Well, thank you for that. I found you just as captivating, if not more.”
I heard her slightly giggle and if I had been looking at her in person, I would guarantee that she was blushing.
“So, having wine with me at my place of employment in front of my co-workers wasn’t enough for you tonight?” She asked.
I laughed, “No, you didn’t come home with me.”
“You didn’t ask.” She replied.
“Would you have? If I had?”
“No, not tonight. I may have been off the clock but I was still representing the museum. But tonight is over, so I don’t have to be good.”
“Well then, I propose that you that you go out with me after work tomorrow, on a date. We can as unprofessional and as inappropriate as we like.”
She took another breath, like she knew she should say no, but just couldn’t do it.
“I’ll be done around six.” She finally replied.
I told her I would text her when I was done with my day (really when I would awaken from my daytime slumber) and then we would figure out all the logistics. Before I hung up with her, she asked me what I had said to her in Romanian. She had tried to look it up, but wasn’t saying it right for her phone assistant to understand it, and she didn’t know how to spell it.
“You will have to wait for that.” I replied before hanging up.
A few moments later, I texted, You get one...Ai ochi frumoşi, and sent her an audio text of me pronouncing it.
Right before I went to text goodnight to her, she responded, The same could be said about you. Then she sent me an audio file. I didn’t know if I dared open it and listen to what it could be, certain parts of me might burst.
I hesitated and opened it, bad idea. It was of her, saying “Ai ochi frumoşi”...perfectly. Now, I had a recording of her voice whenever I wanted to torture myself, which would be all the time.
Perfecţiona, I texted to her. I texted I would see her tomorrow, and then, Visuri negru dulce.

She texted back a few seconds later, that she liked that and wished me a sweet dark dreams, as well. If she only knew how dark my dreams really were...

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Sunday, January 28, 2018

WeWriWa / Snippet Sunday o1.28.18

Welcome to WeWriWa / Snippet Sunday! I have been gone for a long time, but this week I can participate.

I just wrote this snippet. It picks up where I left off months ago from the story of Armani & Karlea, where they decided to have breakfast in bed. This is afterward.

Karlea awoke, everything was spinning. The slight rays of daylight, coming through the blinds, stung her eyes and made her head hurt more. Everything in her body hurt, her ears ringing. She was having trouble breathing, her lungs were filled with shards of pain every short breath she took. Was this death? Was she finally dying? 

She slid out of Armani's bed, onto the floor. She looked up to find him, clothed, standing over her, watching her cautiously.  
"Am I dying?" She said slowly as he knelt down in front of her.

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Friday, January 26, 2018

Vampire Friday o1.26.18

I haven't been on here in forever it seems. I haven't been writing, but I am slowly getting back into it. I wrote most of this over the summer and never posted it. It's still Friday here, so I'm gonna post it. 

"Things can get out of control, so quickly." Vaughn commented, as Karlea leaned back against Jake. Vaughn held her wrist as if he was going to drink from her again. She wasn't quite sure she could handle Vaughn taking anymore from her without losing consciousness. 
"You're not even trying to fight us off." Vaughn said, "If you think this feels good, imagine what its like to be one of us. You belong as one of us."
"One day..." Vaughn added, as he dropped her wrist from his grip. 
Jake let go of her throat and rested his head against hers, wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, trying to get control of himself.
"Don't be," She whispered back, "Just hold me until I feel better."
"Always." Jake replied, "I know when to stop, I just don't know if I always will."
"Awww...Jake, I thought you were going to make me proud for a moment." Vaughn interjected, "I mean if I have to sire her, I will, but she's really yours to sire. Besides you really need to have the experience of siring anyway. The last one didn't count."
Karlea glanced up at Jake. 
"She's out there somewhere..." Vaughn continued. 
"Damn it, Vaughn! You know damn well she isn't out there." Jake said with anger. He looked down at Karlea and spoke softly, "I turned a woman, a long time ago. It didn't go well, she was killing every human in sight. I ended up staking her through the heart."
"I promise I will explain my very long past to you that way you can make a better decision about if you want to delve into this any deeper with me."

"I don't know, Jake, she's already pretty far down the rabbit hole already, there's no climbing out, not with her human life anyway."

"Damn it, Vaughn, you could be just a little bit positive." Jake said as he helped her to her feet, after making sure she was healed and could stand on her own.
"Just telling it like it is." Vaughn replied.
Jake grabbed a stake off of the nightstand and eyed Vaughn before handing it to Karlea.
"These are for you, for protection. Always carry one on you."

"I think you get the gist of how to do it." Vaughn said.
"We are stronger, faster, and way more aware than you. We can hear every movement, every beat of your heart, as loud as you normally hear things. You need to be quick and do it while they are distracted. Have the element of surprise." Jake said.

Karlea nodded.
"These are also for us," Jake continued, "Its the only protection you need with me. If I get out of control...just stake me like you did Vaughn. Just not through the heart."
"Right." She replied unsure. 
Jake squeezed her arm for reassurance. She grabbed onto his arm and fell into his body. 
"I know its a lot to take in." He said, wrapping his arms around her. Jake looked at Vaughn. Vaughn rolled his eyes. We'll talk later, he said mentally to Jake before exiting the room.

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