Broken Heart 02 Don't Talk Back to Your Vampire by Michele Bardsley Page A
Authors: Michele Bardsley
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think that annoying feline is…"
I nodded. "Lucifer is Nefertiti."
"Aw, shit."
Jessica's voice was low but vehement. I whirled around to see her, Patrick, and Johnny standing behind us. Johnny's hand was still on the door's edge, keeping it open, but it didn't take a psychic to guess his thoughts.
Snarling, Johnny jerked on the door, wrenching it off the hinges. Patrick caught it before it crashed to the floor, but no one could catch Johnny. In the blink of an eye, he hurled himself out of the room and disappeared down the corridor.
Chapter 11
Believing no sacrifice was too great to find his beloved soul mate, the prince drank the awful potion prepared by his witch-grandmother.
For a whole day and a whole night, he suffered terribly. At the end of the second day, all that made him human had been burned away, leaving only his memories… and his hopes.
That evening, he awoke as súmaire fola— bloodsucker .
Every day, he found shelter under the earth or in caves. Every night, he traveled the planet, searching for the soul mate promised him. He obtained sustenance from innocents, taking only what he needed. He heeded his grandmother's warning : If you allow your new nature to overtake you, you will forget your quest. And both you and the one destined for you will never find each other or true love.
And so he guarded himself against greed, against desperation, against anger.
Years passed.
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Decades.
Centuries.
Great countries fell into ruin and were rebuilt. Mortals he befriended grew old and died. Again and again, the cycle of death and rebirth filled the endless stretch of time.
And still the prince did not find his beloved.
After a thousand years of wandering, the prince sought the table of a fortune-teller. At dusk, he entered her tent and bade her to look into his future.
"Please," he begged. "I have given up everything to find the other half of my soul. I can think of nothing else but of her, the one I can love, the one who will complete me."
Though the fortune-teller feared the súmaire fola, she looked into her crystal ball and told him the truth. "The one you seek has been born and raised on a small farm. She is a lovely lass of marriageable age, though she rejects all suitors ."
"Tell me more," demanded the prince. "Are you sure it is she?"
" I tell you what the crystal reveals. It does not lie." She looked again at the swirling colors inside the globe. "She is well loved by her parents and her sisters. She is kindhearted and never speaks in anger. Her patience is legend. Ah, one of her many gifts is that of song. When she sings, all weep at the sound of her voice. Yes, my prince, she is pure of heart and strong of spirit. She is all that you desire. But she is a poor, simple maiden — will you still have her ?"
"I have amassed enough riches for a hundred lifetimes," said the prince. "I have waited a millennium just to see her face, to kiss her lips… to pledge my heart to her. Where is she?"
The fortune-teller shook her head. "The crystal ball does not reveal her location. But if you go west, you will find what you need to continue your journey."
"How will I know her?"
"Hair the color of a raven's wing. Lips as red as the rose. Skin as pale as morning cream and a gaze the soft brown of a doe."
His vigilance had been rewarded! Excited, the prince paid the woman handsomely. As he left the old and ragged tent, he walked west and thought about his maiden.
Finally…oh, finally … he would embrace his true love .
—From The Prince and the Maiden ,
an unpublished work by
Lorcan O'Halloran
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Chapter 12
Lorcan, Patrick, and Damian stood outside in the hallway and discussed carpentry and security. Dr.
Merrick had checked on Tamara and pronounced her on the way to recovery.
I slid more ice chips into my daughter's mouth. As sorry as I
I nodded. "Lucifer is Nefertiti."
"Aw, shit."
Jessica's voice was low but vehement. I whirled around to see her, Patrick, and Johnny standing behind us. Johnny's hand was still on the door's edge, keeping it open, but it didn't take a psychic to guess his thoughts.
Snarling, Johnny jerked on the door, wrenching it off the hinges. Patrick caught it before it crashed to the floor, but no one could catch Johnny. In the blink of an eye, he hurled himself out of the room and disappeared down the corridor.
Chapter 11
Believing no sacrifice was too great to find his beloved soul mate, the prince drank the awful potion prepared by his witch-grandmother.
For a whole day and a whole night, he suffered terribly. At the end of the second day, all that made him human had been burned away, leaving only his memories… and his hopes.
That evening, he awoke as súmaire fola— bloodsucker .
Every day, he found shelter under the earth or in caves. Every night, he traveled the planet, searching for the soul mate promised him. He obtained sustenance from innocents, taking only what he needed. He heeded his grandmother's warning : If you allow your new nature to overtake you, you will forget your quest. And both you and the one destined for you will never find each other or true love.
And so he guarded himself against greed, against desperation, against anger.
Years passed.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Decades.
Centuries.
Great countries fell into ruin and were rebuilt. Mortals he befriended grew old and died. Again and again, the cycle of death and rebirth filled the endless stretch of time.
And still the prince did not find his beloved.
After a thousand years of wandering, the prince sought the table of a fortune-teller. At dusk, he entered her tent and bade her to look into his future.
"Please," he begged. "I have given up everything to find the other half of my soul. I can think of nothing else but of her, the one I can love, the one who will complete me."
Though the fortune-teller feared the súmaire fola, she looked into her crystal ball and told him the truth. "The one you seek has been born and raised on a small farm. She is a lovely lass of marriageable age, though she rejects all suitors ."
"Tell me more," demanded the prince. "Are you sure it is she?"
" I tell you what the crystal reveals. It does not lie." She looked again at the swirling colors inside the globe. "She is well loved by her parents and her sisters. She is kindhearted and never speaks in anger. Her patience is legend. Ah, one of her many gifts is that of song. When she sings, all weep at the sound of her voice. Yes, my prince, she is pure of heart and strong of spirit. She is all that you desire. But she is a poor, simple maiden — will you still have her ?"
"I have amassed enough riches for a hundred lifetimes," said the prince. "I have waited a millennium just to see her face, to kiss her lips… to pledge my heart to her. Where is she?"
The fortune-teller shook her head. "The crystal ball does not reveal her location. But if you go west, you will find what you need to continue your journey."
"How will I know her?"
"Hair the color of a raven's wing. Lips as red as the rose. Skin as pale as morning cream and a gaze the soft brown of a doe."
His vigilance had been rewarded! Excited, the prince paid the woman handsomely. As he left the old and ragged tent, he walked west and thought about his maiden.
Finally…oh, finally … he would embrace his true love .
—From The Prince and the Maiden ,
an unpublished work by
Lorcan O'Halloran
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Chapter 12
Lorcan, Patrick, and Damian stood outside in the hallway and discussed carpentry and security. Dr.
Merrick had checked on Tamara and pronounced her on the way to recovery.
I slid more ice chips into my daughter's mouth. As sorry as I
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