This is an excerpt from my very first release from The Wild Rose Press, a short vampire story set during the American Civil War, title Eternity Waits. The story is still available at the TWRP website as an e-book for $1.50. Hope you enjoy.
Caleb Weathers tensed at a rustle behind him. He swung his Enfield rifle in the general direction. A hoot, followed by the flutter of large wings left him staring into the wide-eyed gaze of a Barn owl. When the bird took flight, he breathed a sigh of relief. The scents of pine and fetid soil calmed him a bit.
The thickness of the forest made him all too aware of how vulnerable he was to attack despite the weight of his weapon. Caleb sensed a presence behind him. He broke into a sweat and the hairs on the nape of his neck rose. He whirled and aimed the barrel at the form that appeared out of nowhere.
“Who are you?” he asked. “Where’d ya come from?”
The woman smiled. Blood-red lips and luminous blue eyes captured his gaze. Her raven hair glinted in the moonlight.
“I am Alexandra.” Her low, throaty voice held a guttural accent.
What is a beautiful woman doing in camp alone in the dead of night? She couldn’t be up to any good. And yet, as he watched her, a thrill of anticipation raced through him. Something about her seemed familiar. A memory he couldn’t quite reach.
He swallowed. “You’d best skedaddle, ma’am. You can’t come through camp without a pass.”
“I came for you, my darling.” With one fluid motion, she moved closer.
He cocked his rifle. “Stop right there.”
Her exquisite lips drew into a pout. “I would never harm you, Dimitri.”
At the sound of the name an eerie sensation swept over him.
“Who the hell is Dimitri?” he asked. “My name’s Caleb.”
Alexanda Ivanov gazed with longing at the tall, manly soldier before her. His musky, masculine scent caused her to shiver with desire. Sandy-colored hair fell in waves on both sides of his tanned face. Alexandra had spied him on her forays through the outskirts of the army camp. Each time she’d seen him, he’d been alone, but she’d waited until tonight to approach him.
Since the war began, she’d not lacked for fresh blood. These lonely, young soldiers, so far from home, were all too willing to allow a strange, loose woman to wrap her arms around them. The army blamed the deaths on a vicious, nocturnal animal roaming the woods at night.
But this man carried the essence of her long-lost love. Alexandra felt drawn to him, like to no other. Centuries ago, she’d lost the one and only man she’d ever truly loved.
She moved closer to the soldier, his long, lean-muscled form not unlike Dimitri’s. He gulped, but lowered his rifle and didn’t back away.
“Why are you here?” He clawed absently at his collar while his gaze locked on hers.
Heat swept through her at the sight of his throbbing pulse. Although hungry, she wouldn’t take too much from him. She didn’t wish to kill him. Yet.
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