Obsession a dark vampire.., p.1
Obsession: A Dark Vampire Why Choose Romance, page 1
Obsession
A DARK VAMPIRE WHY CHOOSE ROMANCE
K ROSE
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Note To Readers:
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
T W’s
From the Author
Author Bio
Blurbs
Tagline
"In a house where shadows breathe and darkness beckons, one woman's spirit may be the key to salvation or the spark of ruin."
Blurb
On a stormy night, Renalta, a resilient bartender, crashes her car after encountering a blur of something animalistic. Waking up in the dark, gothic catacombs of three enigmatic vampire brothers—Bastian, the ruthless leader; Grayson, the calculating strategist; and Callum, the empathetic youngest—Ren becomes an unwilling guest in a perilous new world.
Imprisoned and intrigued, Ren navigates the treacherous dynamics between the brothers, each drawn to her in their own dangerous way. As she unravels their dark pasts and becomes entangled in their deadly power struggles, Ren discovers her own strength and resilience. Her spirit captivates her captors, turning her from prey into a player in a twisted game of survival and obsession.
As a threat to their existence and internal strife escalates, Ren must choose: escape the darkness or embrace her newfound power within it. In a world where desire is as lethal as betrayal, Ren's choices will ignite a war that could consume them all.
"Obsession" is a tale of dark romance and gothic suspense, where the line between captor and captive blurs, and every shadow hides a deadly secret.
For every person who ever thought:
“I wish a vampire really would claim me.”
…this is for you.
Be careful what you wish for.
-K.
Preface
If you are a sensitive Reader please proceed to the T W’s section at the end of the book before reading this fictional story.
One
Thunder beckoned on the horizon. Night had fallen, and Ren found herself alone on the winding mountain road, the only illumination coming from the piercing glow of her headlights slicing through the thick, enveloping darkness. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the treacherous path home, the echo of last call still ringing in her ears.
The interior of her car was filled with the familiar scent of the bar— a mix of stale beer and smoke. A combination that was oddly comforting after a long night's work. The taste of hastily consumed, stale coffee lingered on her tongue, a last-ditch effort to stay awake on the drive.
Her worn-out uniform chafed slightly against her skin, the fabric rough from many washings. A simple polo shirt that had the bar’s name embroidered above the tiny alligator and black slacks, the owners felt it was more professional—even if it was just the local dive bar. A previous barkeep had ruined the whole “no uniforms” for everyone when she showed up in nothing more than a lace negligee for a shirt. Sure the tips were great, but when the owner’s wife happened to stop by that night, drastic changes were made to pacify her jealousy.
Outside the car, the weather was a symphony of chaos, the heavens opening up in a torrential downpour. Rain hammered onto the roof of her car, the sound a steady drumbeat that underscored her mounting anxiety. Lightning forked across the sky, revealing the mountain's stark outline before leaving her in darkness once more—save for the headlights that were dim from moisture buildup inside the lenses. No LED lights on this old beater with a heater—at least the heater did work or the windshield would be fogged over too. Luckily the car still ran with how much oil it drank, the black smoke puffing steadily from the tailpipe proving the engine was in fact on its last legs.
Surviving on her own was not always an ideal situation for Ren, but she still had pride in the fact she managed without anyone else.
“I can’t fucking see a thing!” she exclaimed though the sound of her voice was barely audible above the pelting rain on the roof and the swoosh of the wiper blades swiping torrents of water with each pass.
The air was heavy with the earthy scent of wet soil and the charged, metallic tang that came with a warm summer storm. The low rumble of thunder was ever present, rolling off the surrounding valley, chasing the light show of the sparks in the sky.
As she drove on, a bit slower in speed; her wipers sloshing the rain from the windshield on its highest setting, a flicker of movement caught her eye. A blur of motion drew her attention during the flash of a lightning strike.
“What the fuck is that!”
Whatever it was streaked across the pavement only a few feet in front of her as a shadowy figure materializing in the downpour.
It must’ve come from somewhere, perhaps from the woods off to her right. It appeared so suddenly on the road ahead that Ren had barely a moment to react.
“Ahhhh!”
With a gasp and her heart pounding erratically in her chest, she jerked the wheel sideways and slammed the brakes, sending the shitbox car with older worn tread on the tires skidding out of control. She heard an unmistakable thud of clipping whatever had darted out in front of her, but what was strange was the sound of shrieking metal and the obscenely violent jolt. It felt less like she hit an animal and more like a brick wall.
The car went hydroplaning in tight loops before sliding off the road sideways in the opposite direction of whatever was hit; where the tires caught against the soaked earth sending it and her into a roll.
The world spun around Ren as the car skidded out of control, each turn making her stomach churn with fear. She felt the steering wheel slip from her hands despite her desperate grip. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the storm outside.
“No, no no no nooooo.”
The loose objects she meant to clean up flew about the interior scratching and bruising her as they made impact. She wished that she had taken the time to empty out her car of all those miscellaneous things–garbage really. Then she heard glass shatter and the terrifying crunch of folding steel as the car slammed against a huge tree.
Two
Waking dazed, a bit confused, and semi-conscious, she came around to see a twisted branch about six inches in diameter jutting sideways through the car from what used to be the passenger window. It was not more than a few inches in front of her face, the wood wet and peppered with shattered glass.
An image of terror at what it would have done had she been in the path as it thrust its way in, sent a wave of panicked nausea coursing through her.
She vomited and was shocked as it arced upward in front of her eyes– some making its way up her nose caused her to sneeze and sputter in disgust. That’s when she realized part of the unusual sensation she was feeling was that she was upside down in the car.
“Oh, thank God. I’m alive.” She laughed hysterically at the absurdity of it all.
She unfastened her seatbelt and fell into the puddle of vomit, knocking her head against the roof as she fell.
“Ow, Fuck!”
After leaning back and slamming her whole body weight against her driver’s side door as she pulled on the handle, Ren managed to force the door open so she could crawl from the wreckage of the car. The tree branch traced a line from the passenger side extending through the car to the driver’s side and made it difficult to open the door more than a fraction.
As she wriggled her way out onto the ground, a sharp piece of metal gouged deep into her thigh and she screamed as the blood poured from the open wound.
Her quickened pulse and spiking adrenaline only served to pump the crimson liquid faster from her torn flesh. The warmth left her body rapidly causing her to shiver. The deluge of rainwater was relentless adding to the cold with every second it pelted her. The towering storm reached higher into the sky, cooling the moist air into chilling droplets as it rose.
Then in the eerie glow of her car's one working headlight, she could see what looked like a human figure, hunched over something that looked hurt.
The alternating amber light with the dim off-white of the headlight was a stark contrast to the blue-white flashes from the ever present lighting.
Maybe a bystander who witnessed the crash was attempting to aid whatever it was she had clipped on the road.
“Hello?” she called out meekly.
Her leg screamed at her with her first step forward. The rain washed the wound of blood, masking it hideously pale and revealing the jagged edge of her
“Can you please help me?” She stumbled forward another step and slipped in the mud, her shoe was already caked with debris from the wreck and the thick clay filled soil.
Her warm tears rolled down her cheeks, mingling and cooling with the chill of the rain.
“I need help! Do you have a phone…I seemed to have lost mine in the accident!” She yelled louder. It hurt, straining her voice to achieve its max volume, forcing her to cough.
She pressed herself up, and winced in pain at the effort. The adrenaline was wearing off at this point and her aches in her body were more prevalent.
What she saw when she got closer was a nightmare in the torrential downpour.
Whoever this… “man” was, was dressed all in black, but his exposed hands and face were covered in red, and he was not helping. Not helping at all…but… feeding? He looked like a grizzly bear gorging on the carcass of a fresh kill trying to fatten up before hibernation.
It seemed he was unaware of her presence. The meal in front of him seemed to have all of his attention.
The ripping sounds of flesh being torn at by bare hands, mixed with the din of the storm masked the sound of her calls. The ever present rumbles of thunder and gusting winds also masked the sounds of her sloshing through the mud and underbrush.
She gasped, barely above a whisper, but the bloodied man’s head perked up and he began to sniff the air. Alerted now by a seemingly less apparent, but more provoking signal that he wasn't alone.
“Oh god, what are you?” She clenched her fists and hugged herself. Her squeeze pressed the underwire of her bra into one of her breasts which made her wince once more in pain. Pain that radiated from everywhere now in the presence of a growing terror that gripped her chest.
He moved from the kill with chunks of stringy bloody meat in his teeth and what looked like maybe a heart or some internal organ in his gnarled fingers.
Just then there was an explosion. The car she had just escaped burst into flames.
Ren was thrown to the ground by the force of the blast wave as gasoline ignited. Her aching body barely managed to brace for the impact before the ground welcomed her like a lost lover.
The man, the beast, jerked its head in her direction and shrieked, its solid black eyes, reflecting the light of the fire.
The eyes seemed to bore into Ren's very soul. She felt an inexplicable pull towards them, a strange compulsion she couldn't shake off even in her panic.
The bright light of the fire was dimmed in short order with the dowsing rain that fell relentlessly. Darkness took over now that the lights and fire from the car had both been extinguished. Panicking, Ren did her best to push up from the ground and move away from the nightmare, the impossible reality that was unfolding.
With blinding speed, the creature ran at Ren. A gust of wind formed in his wake forcing the rain to shear sideways around her as he moved. The atmosphere surrounding her seemed devoid of oxygen, his speed pulled all the air out of her lungs and she crumpled to the ground.
She tried to scream but all she managed was a muffled, near mute moan. There was not enough breath in her lungs to lend any force to the sound. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit her lip, a sharp burst of pain cutting through her fear.
A growl not unlike that of a dog guarding its favorite toy or food bowl rented the space between them. The metallic tang of blood lingered as the world faded into black.
Three
“Well isn't that perfect,” said the man standing in the rain.
After seeing Ren collapse as he was attempting to flee he found himself stuck to the spot. “Lucky for you miss, I'm no longer hungry. Though you look positively delicious.”
The man felt a pang of guilt about leaving such a lovely young thing to bleed out and freeze in the rain. Perhaps he could bring her back and drain her later when he was hungry once again. Though looking at the sight of her, with elegant flowing curves, toned thighs, her soaking garments clinging to her skin; he thought perhaps I can have her drain me.
He stiffened in consideration, prospects of either option causing fangs and phallus to extend simultaneously.
With little further thought, the man scooped up the near weightless woman. He had hardly ever come across such a fine young specimen before. He lifted her off the ground with minimal effort and with her neatly tucked in against his hard chest, he bounded for home.
It was a journey through thicket and over rough and hilly terrain, but the man was as adept as a feline at deftly maneuvering the primal landscape surrounding his home. The rain was a chore making things slippery and prone to dislodging underfoot, but he had cat-like reflexes and the strength beyond that of any ordinary man.
Guided by a need to get back—in order to enlist assistance—he made fast work of the arduous trek home.
His house brethren were none too pleased, at the request he made to clean up his mess, but seemed to be satisfied with his catch.
They took her and placed her in the guest chambers before setting back out with him to the scene where he found her.
Together a trio of super human beasts got to work on covering up the scene. They hoisted with arms, legs and backs, as powerful as any hydraulic jack and hauled the car to a nearby lake.
They heaved and tossed the broken wreck into the murky depths, then gathered and buried any remaining evidence they could. With years of practiced deference they rearranged the damages to earthly structures to appear as any natural occurrence might, covering all traces of any accident.
Following the clean up, they returned home and cleaned themselves up, making a concerted effort to appear as appealing as any monster could. Then they prepared and waited for their new guest to awaken so that introductions may be made.
Four
Slowly, Ren's eyes fluttered open, and she was disoriented. The cold, hard surface beneath her was not the familiar comfort of her car seat. Her head ached, but not nearly as much as her beaten and bruised body. Her leg screamed at her and still oozed fresh blood bringing her last memory to the surface.
“I wrecked my car…where am I?” Her whispered words forced her to draw in painful breaths.
She found herself lying in an unfamiliar place. It was lumpy and jagged, something poked uncomfortably into her back.
There was cloth draped above her head on a four poster bed. The sheets beneath her were smooth and cool to the touch, but something beneath scraped and rattled as she moved. The confusing sound and feel beneath her caused her to pull back the sheets, revealing a collection of bones strewn across the surface of the bed. She panicked, yanking at the lace trellis hanging from above the antique bed frame.
She made a dive to get away when she slammed hard against something solid. Her head throbbed with a dull pain.
She brought a hand up to her forehead, wincing. A knot had already formed on the curve of her forehead. She squinted her eyes to look around before moving further, fearing more pain.
A cage of some type or barrier surrounded the bed.
It’s not glass, but still just as solid” she thought. Beyond it she saw towering stone walls inlaid with skulls and other skeletal fragments, catacombs in the guise of an ancient mansion. A thick scent of dust, old books, and eternal death filled the air, adding to her bewilderment. Her ears picked up the distant roar of the storm outside, muffled by the thick, ancient walls. Yet, as she listened, there was another sound - the low murmur of hushed conversations.
As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, three figures detached themselves from the shadows. Three pairs of eyes watched her, glowing red rubies pitched against a velvet black canvas, each piercing her with a mixture of coldness, curiosity…and was that hunger?
The room seemed to close in on her as the three figures stepped, no…more like glided, into the dim light. Shadows of monstrous demons forming into three of the most evil looking yet devilishly handsome creatures she’d ever seen. The beings only cliché romance books are written about. Sharp chiseled jawlines, long lithe bodies dressed impeccably, and an allure that was unmistakable. A magnetism that she couldn’t fight pulling her to stare, slack jawed and directly as she might into the blinding sun it would seem. Her eyes burned, mirroring the desire she saw in them.
