Gabriel's POVI didn't like how Vivianna looked at Lucy. Like Lucy was a sweet dessert to cap off a satisfying meal. The entire time I had to resist pulling my wife over my lap to make a point. I noticed how Lucy's cheeks flushed, her body tightening at the attention. The confusion muddled her mossy eyes like she didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly to the Countess.I did.The French called it l'appel du vide, or "call of the void." The urge to jump when you're standing on a ledge. Darkness allures. Gazing into the abyss, even though you know you shouldn't, it calls you to let go and let the black engulf you.The Countess was all darkness. I could feel it. I recognized the pull. It might as well come with a big red DANGER sign. Regardless of that, she still enticed me.Oozing raw sex appeal. Lips painted red. Legs that went on for miles clad in leather pants. Long black hair and a bustier accentuated her generous tits. Guilt churned in my stomach as I looked ove
Gabriel's POV"Where did you go last night?" I asked, walking aside Lucy as we were on the way to the bakery. Phillip offered me free coffee during our stay and I sure as hell was going to take him up on it. That man brewed the strongest, tastiest blend I'd ever tasted. Lucy froze, stopping in her tracks. "Oh…I was exploring."I hummed. I didn't know how long Lucy was gone, just that I woke up when she came back to bed, undressing and curling up against my back. Her heart was beating fast in her chest like something unnerved her, but I was too exhausted to ask. "I found a library and Vivianna gave me a book," Lucy said, rubbing her hands together like they were dirty. "Vivianna?" I echoed. "What was she doing in the library?" The thought of that woman being alone with Lucy didn't settle right with me. I didn't trust Vivianna. I certainly didn't trust her with my wife.Something about her was familiar. Dragging up ghosts from my past. Ghosts I'd rather not deal with. I tu
Lucy's POVI promised Gabriel I'd be back at the castle before dark, but with a journal full of interviews. Notes of my afternoon. I thought he'd be pleased to see all the secrets I've unearthed. I hoped his day was as fruitful.The threads were starting to come together, forming an intricate knot. Connections in every form. Apparently, the families of the missing men have lived in this town for centuries. Helped build the foundation the town sat on. Originally Hungarian citizens fled with their daughters to escape Elizabeth Bathory's reign of terror in the late 1500s.Oddly enough, the castle was here longer. Built by unknown hands nearly a thousand years ago. Perhaps Vivianna knew the origins of the castle, assuming her lineage stemmed from it. It sat on miles and miles of unexplored caves. But even when I brought up Vivianna's name, the locals seemed clipped, almost afraid of saying anything in vain. Like there would be dire consequences if anyone spoke against her.Think
Gabriel's POVLucy was ice cold. Her petal pink lips an unnatural shade of powder blue. I brought her upstairs to our room, wrapping a quilt around her shoulders and turning on the shower. Not too hot. I had to warm her up gradually.Her shoulders trembled, shaking with uncontrollable tremors. "What happened?" I asked gently, leaning her back against the mattress to strip her of her saturated shoes and socks. Lucy told me that Vivianna saved her, but I didn't know what that meant."I-I don't know," she replied, chattering her teeth. "I can't explain it.""Try," I urged, unbuttoning her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders to replace it with the quilt. She looked away from me, ghastly pale with only a twinkle of guilt coloring her face. "I was walking home when something called me to the garden. It called my name and then…then I couldn't control myself anymore. Like some kind of trace."I slid her pants down her legs, discarding her panties into the laundry basket with ever
Lucy's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Gabriel was already awake, unsticking the still-wet pages of my journal. I hoped my work wasn't destroyed from falling into that fountain last night. I still couldn't grasp what happened. Or what happened after.I pulled the covers over my face, blushing beet red. The rest of the night was awkward. I didn't expect to like being watched. I've never been much into exhibitionism, but now, I was second-guessing everything. It was the best sex of my life. Having a third person there…changed everything. I peeked back over the blanket, wondering if Gabe was as conflicted as I was. He couldn't deny that he got off on it too. I could feel it in how hard he fucked me as if trying to stake a claim in front of Vivianna. How he overtly disobeyed her, but he liked how she demeaned him just as much as I liked the praise.His back was to me, the thick muscles bulging ever so often. He had a mug of coffee next to him, wearing nothing but a pair o
Gabriel's POVAnother morning.Another missing person.This time, the baker's son. The loudest attendee in the crowd outside of the bakery the other day. Next man in line from one of the founding families. The disappearances were getting out of hand. And no one seemed to have any answers. Authorities were useless. As usual. Apparently, it wasn't just an American problem. Lucy and I went to confront Vivianna last night, but she was nowhere to be found. Every lead we found just added more questions. The portrait of Vivianna, or whoever it was that looked like Vivianna embracing a younger woman who looked like Lucy didn't sit well with me. Even more unnerving was the fact that the painting reminded me a lot of Elizabeth Bathory's portraits. Ageless and poignant. Perhaps both were paintings of murderous women. Fuck, thinking about it made my head hurt, dragging up old memories. I took a bite of my egg sandwich, sitting on the staircase of the lighthouse overlooking the bay.
Vivianna's POVGabriel looked just like Farkas. Staring at me like I was the Devil before him. Anguish tugged at my heart, reminding me of all the buried pain. My first love. Back when I was human.Before Alistair set his sights on me. He decided no one could have me when he stole me away, turning me against my will. Farkas called me a monster, stumbling on the steps behind him, trying to get away from me. I didn't understand why he feared me. Or why my jaw ached to sink into him. Even though my heart didn't beat, I could feel the pain. Flashes of Alistair sinking his arms into Farkas's chest, ripping out his still beating heart to give it to me. I should have screamed. Cursed Alistair for murdering the only man I had ever loved. But instead, I dropped to the ground and fed on Farkas's still-warm body. I lost myself. Becoming Alistair's armpiece. His wife.His prisoner.For all eternity. Until Dierdre. Then she was taken from me too.Gabriel thrust his rosar
Gabriel's POV"So Elizabeth Bathory really was a vampire?" I asked, the journal open on my lap. My leg was crossed over the other, giving me a flat surface to work on while I face Vivianna.I took notes as I analyzed everything she had to say. It was like a dam of information had cracked wide open, spilling and overflowing the river beneath it.All of the pieces were falling together. The mystery of the portrait under the library. The missing people. How Vivianna enticed me.Vivianna had her legs parted, speaking easily, freely. She didn't have anything to hide now. She nodded, gazing at me with interest. "Elizabeth liked virgins. She'd host extravagant parties and every guest had to bring her a virgin. Alistair was a frequent attendee.""You said you slayed her. How?""The first fifty years of my curse was a bloody blur." She paused. "Pleasure. Death. Emptiness. I was so empty until one of Elizabeth's citizens grabbed my arm in passing, begging me to save his daughter from