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Authors: Rachel McClellan
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hated witches. They were always cruel and narcissistic. But that woman he’d met in the park wasn’t the Eve he knew today. There had been no light in her eyes, only darkness and an unquenchable hunger for power. They couldn’t be the same woman. A relative perhaps?
Maybe that explained why Eve had sought him out, to get revenge for some cousin he’d insulted. Unlikely, but why else then? No matter. He knew what had to be done.
He moaned and dropped into his chair. Why was Eve so foolish? Didn’t she know Lucien could snap her like a twig if he wanted? He didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew if he didn’t sufficiently instill fear in her, then she may continue her dangerous game. If not with him, then maybe with another vampire. Lucien had to end this.
Shortly before Eve was to return, Lucien perched in the tree across from her house. He was colder than usual, and yet he was perspiring, a rare occurrence. There could only be one reason for this: Lucien was about to crush the most beautiful thing to ever come into his life.
Chapter 11
Just as she promised, Eve arrived promptly at 8:00 p.m. She walked inside her house, leaving the door open behind her. Lucien knew this was meant for him. The act of her assuming he’d rush to her flamed his anger, so he decided to make her wait.
After some time, he finally entered her home and found her in the kitchen. She stood across the room from him, eyes steady, hands at her side. He didn’t wait for her to speak—he couldn’t bear it.
Before he could second-guess himself, Lucien stormed over and shoved Eve hard against a wall a few feet behind her. She crumpled to the floor; dust from the broken drywall puffed into the air.
“No one plays games with me,” he said.
Eve struggled to stand, one hand pushing her upward, the other steadying herself against the dented wall. Her eyes slowly met his, but Lucien didn’t see what he wanted to within that gaze. She was not afraid.
He appeared before her in a blink of an eye. “I’ll make you fear me.”
Lucien reached for a nearby table and flipped it upwards. It crashed into the ceiling, splintering into a hundred pieces, then fell to the floor along with the glass light fixture.
Continuing with the destruction, he raised his balled fists and smashed them on top of the kitchen counter. Bits of shattered granite flew in all directions. Lucien took hold of the metal sink and ripped it free. He tossed it across the room. It went right through the wall and into the living room. The sound was deafening.
He risked a glance at Eve, hoping he would see fear, but there was nothing. Maybe a hint of sadness. There was still one thing left he could do that would get results. The thought sickened him, but it had to be done. It was for her own good.
Lucien pressed her hands to the wall and forced his lips upon hers, nearly crushing her. It was not a passionate kiss, but one made to intimidate and scare. He waited for her to push him away, knee him in the groin, anything! But when that response never came, he pushed even harder, needing her to not only fear him, but hate him, too.
With surprising strength, she forced her arms away from his grip, but instead of decking him, she wrapped them around his neck and kissed him back just as fiercely.
Lucien’s head spun, and he stumbled away, utterly and completely defeated.
The silence in the room was worse to Lucien than death. He didn’t dare look at her, couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.
Very slowly Eve moved to the kitchen table in obvious pain. When she reached the table, she collapsed into the only unscathed chair.
Inwardly, Lucien moaned.
What have I done?
“Lucien,” Eve whispered. “I will never fear you.”
Lucien slumped to the floor, unable to speak. He could feel her eyes staring at him for what felt like an eternity. The weight of her gaze was paralyzing. How could she stand to look at him?
“You must be hungry,” she finally said and stood
Maybe that explained why Eve had sought him out, to get revenge for some cousin he’d insulted. Unlikely, but why else then? No matter. He knew what had to be done.
He moaned and dropped into his chair. Why was Eve so foolish? Didn’t she know Lucien could snap her like a twig if he wanted? He didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew if he didn’t sufficiently instill fear in her, then she may continue her dangerous game. If not with him, then maybe with another vampire. Lucien had to end this.
Shortly before Eve was to return, Lucien perched in the tree across from her house. He was colder than usual, and yet he was perspiring, a rare occurrence. There could only be one reason for this: Lucien was about to crush the most beautiful thing to ever come into his life.
Chapter 11
Just as she promised, Eve arrived promptly at 8:00 p.m. She walked inside her house, leaving the door open behind her. Lucien knew this was meant for him. The act of her assuming he’d rush to her flamed his anger, so he decided to make her wait.
After some time, he finally entered her home and found her in the kitchen. She stood across the room from him, eyes steady, hands at her side. He didn’t wait for her to speak—he couldn’t bear it.
Before he could second-guess himself, Lucien stormed over and shoved Eve hard against a wall a few feet behind her. She crumpled to the floor; dust from the broken drywall puffed into the air.
“No one plays games with me,” he said.
Eve struggled to stand, one hand pushing her upward, the other steadying herself against the dented wall. Her eyes slowly met his, but Lucien didn’t see what he wanted to within that gaze. She was not afraid.
He appeared before her in a blink of an eye. “I’ll make you fear me.”
Lucien reached for a nearby table and flipped it upwards. It crashed into the ceiling, splintering into a hundred pieces, then fell to the floor along with the glass light fixture.
Continuing with the destruction, he raised his balled fists and smashed them on top of the kitchen counter. Bits of shattered granite flew in all directions. Lucien took hold of the metal sink and ripped it free. He tossed it across the room. It went right through the wall and into the living room. The sound was deafening.
He risked a glance at Eve, hoping he would see fear, but there was nothing. Maybe a hint of sadness. There was still one thing left he could do that would get results. The thought sickened him, but it had to be done. It was for her own good.
Lucien pressed her hands to the wall and forced his lips upon hers, nearly crushing her. It was not a passionate kiss, but one made to intimidate and scare. He waited for her to push him away, knee him in the groin, anything! But when that response never came, he pushed even harder, needing her to not only fear him, but hate him, too.
With surprising strength, she forced her arms away from his grip, but instead of decking him, she wrapped them around his neck and kissed him back just as fiercely.
Lucien’s head spun, and he stumbled away, utterly and completely defeated.
The silence in the room was worse to Lucien than death. He didn’t dare look at her, couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.
Very slowly Eve moved to the kitchen table in obvious pain. When she reached the table, she collapsed into the only unscathed chair.
Inwardly, Lucien moaned.
What have I done?
“Lucien,” Eve whispered. “I will never fear you.”
Lucien slumped to the floor, unable to speak. He could feel her eyes staring at him for what felt like an eternity. The weight of her gaze was paralyzing. How could she stand to look at him?
“You must be hungry,” she finally said and stood
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