As I gripped at the edges of the journal, my pulse bounced with excitement. Who was William J. Matthews, and why did my parents have his diary? I sat completely immobile before I turned the page. Only bits and pieces of the entry remained legible—not enough to extract its full meaning. I skimmed through several pages, discovering more of the same. Not until I skipped to the middle of the journal did a full page of legible words meet my vision.
June 29th, 1884 - With each passing year, the vampires evolve. They grow stronger, more rebellious, making my task exceedingly difficult, yet not impossible. However, their razor-sharp sight, keen sense of smell and sensitivity to sound exceeds my human capabilities. I am always one step behind in my pursuit.
July 1, 1884 - I must engage with the vampire. It is imperative that I study him, learn his habits, and comprehend the reasons behind his behavior. If I am ever to destroy him, I feel I must first befriend him. Excerpt from The Vow
The divine voice, smooth and rich like fine wine, crept into my ears. I stood completely still, my gaze locked on the floor, my brain scrambling to hold a sane thought. No, it couldn't be, could it? Am I hearing things? Have I gone mad? Dear God, please don't play cruel tricks on me. I raised my head in a painfully slow manner. A pair of black shoes came into view, then white tights, then a pleated gold skirt. My gaze darted upward, traveling like wildfire over his high-collared burgundy jacket, to the tips of his dark-ringlet wig, to finally rest upon a gold-leaf mask framing two striking emerald-green eyes. Excerpt from Bound by Blood
A cold wave fell
over me. I struggled to breathe. Trembling, I stepped closer. My legs brushed up against the mattress. Gazing at him, I brushed a strand of hair off
his pale forehead and whispered, “I found you.”
I lost all reason at that moment.
I could never leave him, this vampire. Leaning over, I softly touched my
lips to his. Lust pumped into my
veins. I came alive with hunger, hunger
I'd never known. My mouth lingered on
his, reluctant to leave, wanting more, so much more. My heart demanded I curl
up next to him and never leave his side; nonetheless, I blew out the candle, and
hurried out of his room.
I ran back to my room as lustful visions of his fangs sinking into my neck tormented me.
Excerpt from Immortal Kiss