It’s funny how no one ever thought on how the dead awakens. It never crossed my mind until I was one. It was like emerging from a pool of darkness. What drives you to awaken is the desire to feed.
We all awaken to eat but the hunger is ten fold. It sends a sharp signal to awaken to our brain, like shock therapy. I rose with a desire. Not only hunger. Because it would be a lie if I said I was not famished. I had a deal to keep and a body to recover.
I went into my speed shower stall and cleansed myself thoroughly. I manage to do every thing in record time. It was even impressive for an undead.
I got into my car and programmed it to get me back to Angelica’s. The sun was still up and I was not at my full copacity. So to save energy I will let modern day technology get me there.
The drive was not as fast as I would like. I had to keep to the speed limit since the living was all walking about. I felt every second go by as the sun sets.
Once the car stopped. I exited as quickly as I could. As I hoped every one was still in their death sleep. I went to the body. He was still sleeping and by the amount I let her take it will take him another day or to to recover his strength. I did not waste any time. I wraped him in a thin sheet and threw him over my shoulder.
I quickly left his room and managed to make it to the front of the building when I heard Angelica stirring. I made it out to my car and drove off. The sun was completly set and my cell phone rang nonstop.
“Why did you take him?”
“I have to deliver him to my buyer. You told me what i needed to know and so I took him.”
“That is not how we work. You gave me a body to drain. You do not take it back.”
I felt the anger through the air wave.
“I gave you a taste as promised and now I must deliver him.”
“Who is the buyer?”
I could not tell her that there was no buyer but a deal that was struck.
She was quiet for a while. A little to long.
“Did you fall into to death again Angelica?”
“Becareful. You do not know what you have done by just calling out that name. Do me a favor, never return.”
“Oh don’t act like that. I will bring you a body to drain within the week.”
“That one is speacial.”
“Taste the blood. You will see. He must not be given to that butcher. He will taint the body.”
“What did she taste?
“I will see you with in the week.”
The phone went silent. She hung up and left me to my thoughts. I knew who and what he was. I just did not care. I wanted the jewel.
I had been living at the mansion for three years and I had grown into a woman that all the men seem to desire. I did not desire anyone except Francois.
He was the perfect gentleman with me. I have heard of his escapades with the staff and I have heard of his appetite did not lean one way or the other.
It did not matter to me. I decided I was going to be his forever. On my twentieth or twenty-first birthday, I had decided I would wear a dress I had created just for him. I had seen it on a countess and I decided that was the dress that I would entice him to take me as his own.
That night the moon was full and Francois had held a celebration. I was not invited since I was the help but I made my way to his chambers and waited. It felt like an eternity. The noise died down and I heard when he entered his room.
“Why are you her?”
I mustered up my courage and told him.
“Francois I have decided that tonight on my birthday that I will give my self over to you completely.”
He walked passed me and looked out the window at the moon.
“You do not know what you are saying. You are too young and I am too old. I want you to leave in the morning and find your way else where. You have lived under my care for too long and I can not hold on too much longer.”
The tears fell. Only a young inexperience female would cry and that I was.
“I do not want to leave. Is there something wrong?”
He turned to me with eyes of blood red and glisening teeth that would peirce your soul.
“What are you?”
“You know what I am. Do you still want to give your self to me? You will never be as you are now. You will feel you heart beat no more to be by my side. You must choose. Tonight is the last night you will have this choice.”
I did not know what precisely made me choose him. Was it love or lust. Was it security? I can not remember but I chose him and I chose death.
As he took me in ways that I never ever felt before I seen a vision of a jewel. It was deep purple with blue. After that I could not remember the rest of my death. I was told I was out of my mind for twenty days and within that time I killed the staff and most of the animals.
Once I emerged from the haze Francois informed me of what I had done and I mourned their deaths incessantly. But the hunger came over me and I needed to feed. The mourn was short lived.
“Is that your natural completion or have you lost blood recently?”
looking man with a glittering chain asked me.
always this fair in color?”
a yes or a no. I do loath the indecisiveness of today.”
I was starting to get annoyed and my patience with him was
almost at it limit. But I still had manners and decided to use them.
“Can you please tell me how far I am to the next town, Sir?”
“Are you lost?”
“No I am looking for work and I seemed to have fallen
The odd man looked around the clearing and looked back at
“Are you not scared that someone would take advantage of
you? It is clear that you are alone and do not seem strong enough to defend yourself.”
“Sorry for wasting your time. I will continue on my path. Good day, Monsieur”
He seemed pleasantly amused. I stood up a scraped my elbow
on a piece of bark that was jutting out. It was a small scape yet the odd man
captured my arm and wrapped a scarf around it as a bandage. Little did I know
he sampled my blood in the process?
“Oh mon chéri, you are a lioness, hidden in a cub’s body.”
I was finally at my limit and I did not have anyone to
answer to other than myself.
“I am no lioness. I am just a person who is looking for employment
in the next town. I will now leave. Good day”
He stood there and smiled with the jewel twinkling capturing
nonexistent light in the dense forest.
“Are you good with cows and chickens?”
“Good. Go down the path you will see a crossroad. Take the
path on the left. It will lead you to my home. Ask for Allegra. She will assign
you a place to sleep and tell you what must be done. We will talk about your
pay when I return.”
I should have turned him down but I was desperate and I needed to work.
“Monsieur???, what is the name I must address you by?”
“When we are informal you can address me as Francois. With
company it is Francois de Montmorency-Bouteville.”
I caught my breath when I realize who I was speaking to. I
knew I looked a mess but I curtseyed and accepted the offer.
You would think people with this modern technology would
learn to master driving. That thought made me smile. People really never
mastered anything anymore. They just learn enough to get by. The sun is almost
fully up, I made it to my home in just short of burning myself alive.
The door opened automatically due to the electronic system I
installed. Yes I installed it. It’s amazing the knowledge you acquire when you
drink warm blood.
I can build a home, a car and many other things from
scratch. My appetite was immense in my youth. I went into my temperature controlled
and sun omitted room. I slept on a bed made of down. Habits are hard to break.
I will wake before sunset and get back to the body. That should give me time to get it out of there and to the person who wanted it back so badly.
I did not bother to change, I was too tired and I pushed myself too far. The bed was a welcomed comfort. I fell into death and I dreamt of it. The jewel.
Fire starters how are you enjoying it so far let me in on those thought will you. Until next we burn. (I do not own the picture)
Leaving that closed in space of Angelica place, was something to be grateful for. Except if I wasn’t so picky I would have bed down inside for the day. My arms feel exactly what they are. Appendages on a walking corpse.
As the sun climbs higher I feel the weight of my bones. The fabric irritates my thin skin and the once an hour thump from my shriveled heart is like a base drum that was crashed into.
I hear the start of people waking and doing a number of things to their bodies. I hear three children crying for their mothers nip. I hear a whispered call to a hidden lover as the present lover is ablivious to it.
One thing about death, it has perks. I finally made it to my dark beauty. My Lamborghinis. She drives as if she had no engine. Quiet and quick. I sat inside and sped off down the roads before I stupidly damage my self with the sun.
“Why did I say I keep him alive?” I said to myself. I knew why because Gage asked me. the only living soul who has a trace of my blood flowing through him. To bad my line may end with him and his lover that lays in Angelica’s room.
Three generation’s ago, before I was given this new life. I had a half sister and brother. Marcellus and Calais were twins. Calais was married off to the high official at the time and Marcellus joined a revolution. What ever the revolution that was happening he joined. I believed it was due to my father, Marcellus Duponet. He was a ruthless bastard and I was so happy to rip his heart out.
That was a kill that had to have happened, but it was a mistake in letting Calais witness it. After that I was chased away, with the threat if I ever returned I will be burned.
I was not yet reborn. I killed him because I could not stand the screams I heard from my mother at he took his pleasure with her tears. I ran for hours and collapsed near a tree. I was so exhausted that I did not realize where I had run too. I just slept.
I woke in pitch darkness, yet I feared nothing. I guess that is what happens when you take a life. It is like you are removing yours. I looked around and I was still sitting on soil but not in the woods and not leaning against a tree. It was a wooden wall.
“Ahh you have awaken and at the perfect time, dusk.”
That was the beginning of the end of Martine Dupont, the girl who loved her mother so much, she killed for her.
Mmmm, Fire and intrigue is building. This is just a taste of Jacqueline past. It does get juicy. Let me know if your curiosity is peeked.
Everyone’s story always beings either in the morning or at night. Mine began when the sun colored the sky blood red orange. An occurrence that happens every hundred and twelve years.
I was inducted into the coterie at age twenty, or was it twenty one? I really do not recall. At this moment the point is mute. What is really important is the here and now and watching the flow of this precious red fluid drop onto the cold tiled floor.
I would not care if all the blood flowed out of this idiot but I made an ill fated promise to keep this particular idiot alive until dawn and I keep my word.
” Jacqueline the sun is rising, why don’t we keep him hidden until later?”
She was in a serious blood hypnotic state, that new turns could not normally break. Angelica was no new comer and she is the best to drain a body dry.
“That sounds like a good idea. Let us put him in room 212. No one goes down there. They think it is haunted by all the people I killed over the millennia.” She smiled showing a bit too much fang.
Did that bit of information run a chill down my spine? Yes. But will she ever know that? No. She would from time to time say things to get a rise out of me and only once did that work. That was one of the worst day’s of my born again life. That I have ever experience. You may have noticed I said born again, as if I was chirstian. On the contrary there is not one religious bone in this body.
I just like telling the truth and the truth is if you come back for the dead you are born again, right?
Angelica and I managed to move the blood bag down the hall to room 212. listen to his breathing which was shallow and the pulse was faint. He would be good in a couple of hours. I began to formulate a plan on how to get him out.
” Put him on this bed over here.” She said as walked towards it.
“How many more of these do we need? I’m getting tired of curbing my appetite.”
We dropped him on the bed and she turned towards me with her red lips and descended fangs showing that she was willing to give me what I would need. Little did she know, what I need is waiting for this piece of shit, before he would give himself completely up.
Angelica’s pheromones were irritating my senses. She gives off a strong aromatic scent of ammonia and that is not sexy at all. Her age of 118 was not a turn off since before I was reborn I was attracted to older sexes. There are certain qualities that I do not like, even if I did choose her. She possess one of those qualities ei: women should not smell like ammonia.
Women should have some iota of how to entice and not just give it up. Finally a woman a real woman would realize that being a predator, we love the chase. Easy is not pleasing.
It seems she never learned that in her second life.
“What? I don’t do it for you? I will eventually I always get what I want.”
“Is that a threat?” I asked calmly but my eyes showed a different emotion. Angelica knew she stepped over the line with me but she was to proud to admit it.
“No it was not a threat. Just bestowing onto you what I already know.”
I had enough of her. “I will return I have to get to my accueil. No draining until I return.”
She nodded and followed me out of the room.
(Hey their my lovelies. Here is a new story to sink your teeth in. Fire is always burning in my brain to give you new story content. It Vampire time. Let me know if your ready for it. Until next time. Fia xoxo)
Hello to all my fire starters. You may have noticed that I have put all my stories on hold. It is due to my writing my books. These books will be coming out this year.
This blog will definatly have a change to it when I am on. You will get the stories and I wanted to give you wicked Wednesday but the questions seem to be repetitive. So that will be gone. A few surprizes are in the works and I will let you know about them at least a week or two before they take place.
So, No. Your girl Fia is not going anywhere. I will be returning with new stories and news. Until we meet again. Keep the fire burning and those matches lit.
Mitchel sat in the living room lounge chair as Jose glared at him. She had changed into comfortable clothing and put her hair up in a messy bun. If she didn’t have that angry look on her face she would look appealing.
“Why are you so angry?”
“You break into my apartment and act as if you own my place by bossing me around. How would you look?”
Maybe he might have over stepped a bit but his head was killing him and he was not in the mood to be polite.
“I apologize. Thank you for the coffee.”
Her face relaxed a bit. “Have you found out anything new?”
“Not really the trail went cold so I have to go back to the office and look over a few things. I might have missed a clue.”
“I can tell you, you will not find anything at the office. Barry shredded a lot of papers and he told me that he will call me with work to do.”
“That’s odd. Does he normally have you work from home?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“No, but then again he was never attacked at work either. So he probably wanted to get away.
So he probably wanted to get away.
Mitchel decided not to delve any further on that topic. He
looked around her place and it was meticulous, but he did not see any pictures
“You live alone then?”
“I see that it’s a bit sterile in here.”
“Sterile?” She looked at her place. It was neat and orderly.
She was never productive with clutter all around her. She loved pastel
coloring. It gave you the color without overpowering you. She even had scented
“I do not see what you’re talking about?”
“You have no pictures or anything about showing you have a
life outside of the office.”
She did not like that he picked that up so easily.
“I have a life outside of work. I go to a baking class and I
have just purchased a ticket to go on a cruise to the Caribbean.”
He could not believe a woman as young and attractive is
talking like she’s someone’s granny.
“What?” She asked with a bit of a defensive tone.
“Nothing. I need to head out. I hope you enjoy your cruise.”
He said and added a lifted eyebrow. That really started to piss her off.
“Say it or just keep it to your self but don’t give body ques
that you want to say something then don’t”
“Fine you’re a young woman who lives alone with not one
picture showing that there is someone out there that cares about you or you
them. When was the last time you were bedded?”
“You heard me. You are tense more than necessary and I find a
good bedding and I mean superb bedding relaxes my mind and body. So, when?”
“I was leaving you know. You would not let me.”
“Just get ou—” Stunned into silence he kissed her. Rough,
dominating and disturbingly thorough.
Once he steps back, he looked at her and said, tell me that
you are not a little bit wound up?”
She looked at him and with as much sentence structure she
could recall answered. “Get out.”
Barry took forever to get himself together. Jose was not an insensitive person, but she really was upset with how Mitchel had brushed her idea aside to call the police. Barry second his opinion, once he was fully recovered. He told her, since the client is a high profile client she would not appreciate being plastered across the news so they can make money off her. Jose returned to her desk and began to sort out her work from a previous client. Keeping busy kept her nerves at bay
“Why don’t you go home and I will contact you later to let you know about the rest of the week?” Barry told her as he kept walking in and out of his office with papers that he kept shredding.
“It just occurred to me that I could be temporarily unemployed because of this incident. Am I still going to get paid?”
“Do not worry so much, you will get paid for the days you have off. I still have work for you to do. That can be done at home.”
‘I thought I would get a break. No such luck huh?’ She thought.
“Is there something you need for me to do today?”
“All I need for you to do now is go home. I will call you with what I would need for you to do later.”
Jose nodded and went to retrieve her clutch bag from inside her desk. She looked at Barry again and was not sure she should leave him since he only just recover from being knock out. He refused to go to the hospital to, be looked at and she refused to think any longer on it since he and Sir Mitchel have every thing under control.
“Before you leave I do have a package that will arrive at your address later today. I did not want it delivered here just in case who ever broke in will return. ” Barry said as he looked for something he seemed to missed placed on his desk. Now he was looking under it.
“What is it your looking for? I may know where it is.”
“It is a paper with a purple hawk on top of it. I thought I placed it on my desked earlier.”
“The one with the odd address and phone number on it? I put it in your bottom file cabinet marked “Odd”. With the other odd papers you had that I could not make sense of.”
Barry looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head.
“Is there something wrong? I usually clean and organize your papers before the start of the day.”
“Nothing is wrong, do not worry. I will call you tonight.”
Jose nodded and proceeded to leave. Once the door closed behind her Barry went to the cabinet and found the paper. He immediately dialed the number on it.
“This is the hawk calling in to Mother. Their is unsuspecting pry that must be eliminated.”
As Barry waited for instructions, he felt remorse on what will happen to Jose.
“Did I hear you correctly?” He could not believe his ears. “I understand.” He hung up the phone and gave a side smile. “You live another day Jose, for how long depends on you.” Barry said as he walked over to the shredder and took care of the paper that she considered “Odd”.
The one place that Jose always looked forward to go to is home. No one but herself to satisfy. She can wear her ripped up t- shirt that was ready for the trash over a year ago and her blue jean shorts that should join the shirt since the button popped off it months back.
She went to her frig and pulled out some cold mac and cheese that she made yesterday and a bowl of salad. As she popped the mac and cheese in the over to heat up she heard a rummaging in her bathroom. She chalked it up to be a pigeon who clearly figured out how to com in the small awkward window.
She grabbed her broom and walked to her bathroom to discover Sir Mitchel in her medicine cabinet looking for something.
“How long were you in here?” she said threw clenched teeth. She was too angry to ask how did he get in.
“Oh about five minutes. Do you have extra strength headache pill? Getting hit over the head leaves you with a nasty headache.”
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The parting of moistened lips from being thoroughly kissed is so visually stimulating, that secreted parts that are covered from view are making them selves known with a moistened sheen on satin fabric.
Bzzzz **** Bzzzz
The alarm goes off and Jose wakens from the same dream she’s been having for the last eight nights straight. Getting up too quickly is a curse that she is doomed to repeat many, many times in her life and today is no different.
Dragging herself out of bed and going straight to the bathroom, she see herself in the bathroom mirror. What she see’s if the reflection of her twin sister Lisa, who passed away ten years ago. The were identical in every way except they were mirror images of each other. Jose had a mole on her left wrist. So Lisa had it on her right. They had the one blue eye and one brown eye gene and it was on the opposite sides as well. Jose blue eye was on the right and Lisa’s was on the left.
When they turned eighteen years old they decided to split up for a year and see how it felt to be apart. At first it was hard for them being so attached to each to separate from each other but it became easier for Lisa when she met Ethan. At eighteen there parents had split and lived in two different cities so that helped with their decision.
Jose pulled her self from her memories and managed to go about her routine.
She lived in a studio apartment on the west bank of Laurent Street in Manchester Pennsylvania.
The tree have started to turn over from green the orange and reds and littering the sidewalk.
Jose made it on time to the her job as a tax assistant to Barry Walter’s.
The man had so many clients during tax season he almost had a nervous breakdown when the tax laws had change in the middle of last year. But as a professional he pulled it together fixed everyone taxes and left to Cancun for a month to unwind.
During that time Jose ran the office. Now he’s back and He was expecting his first client at precisely 10 am. It was 9:30 and Jose set the atmosphere.
See, she was not just any client. She was the owner of a chain of jewelry stores that are only known to the very wealthy. He landed the gig because he was an unknown tax preparer.
As she was plugging in the air effects, Jose heard the door open. She stood up and turned into the lips she seen in her dreams that very morning.
“Can I help you?”
He looked at her as if she was insignificant. “I was told to meet Alexandrea Monchunt here. Has she arrived?”
“Who are you, please?”
“Really? You don’t know who I am?”
‘Okay, the guy who’s mouth is delish, is a straight up ass.’ Jose thought
“Again, who are you?”
The door opened behind her and her boss walked out and went straight to the ass.
“Hello Mitchel, Have you met my assistant Josephine Spark?”
‘He gave me another once over before rolling his eyes. Can you believe he rolled his eye’s?’ She thought.
“Briefly. I was supposed to meet Alex here but it seems like she had not arrived yet. I will return in twenty minutes. In that time, can you school your assistant Barry, on who I am.”
“I know what you are.” Jose whispered as he walked out of the office.
“What happened out here?”
“All I asked was who was he? He was asking for a very high paying client and I know you did not want anyone to know she was coming.”
He sighed and explained that, that ass was Sir Mitchel Long. A knighted guard in her majesty service. He was assigned to escort Alexandrea Monchunt to London after taking care of certain affairs today.
“Well he behaved rude and I do not care if he is a knight. I will be professional and do my job.”
Her boss smiled at her.”Jose your always professional. Just relax and you look nice.”
He never payed many compliments but when he did it was heart felt.
“Now continue your work and relax around him, even if he is rude. I apologize in advance.”
For a boss he was a bit soft but he knew his numbers and that’s why he brings in private clients.
‘How could she not know who I am? I hate the states.’
He walked over to a small shop and ordered a coffee with specific instructions. He knew that, that woman at Barry’s office would not have what he like to make a proper coffee.
The woman behind the register was looking at him with the usual admiring look he was accustomed to. That infuriating woman did not look at him at all like that. Why was that bothering him? No it was the fact that Alex was purposely not at the place.
‘Mitchel she did not have to be there until 10.’ He told himself.
He wanted to return home. He had had enough and he had his fill with the excitement of being Alex’s body guard. He was thirty and needed something more in his life. Which he figured was impossible now since he had no time to look. That was the only reason he took the assignment in the hope to find his match.
No such luck. He looked at his watch and seen that it was 10: 05. “She better be there” He said finishing off one of the only vices that made being here in the states bearable.
Hello my fire starters. Hopefully you are not too mad at me for not being as consistent as I was earlier this year. I have been trying to get my novelette out. It is called The Heat Scale by Fia Naturie. There are four short fiction stories. That is sure to please.
Since it is a novelette the price will not break your pocket. I wanted to keep you abreast on what I have been up too. I will post the cover later on today and I hope by this Sunday it will be available to you all.