This Sample is from the first installment of a new series called “Fanged Love.” “Fanged Destiny (Fanged Love #1) will be released Spring 2013. PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT OF THIS CHAPTER. This may or may not be the finished version published in this book’s release.
A few minutes passed. Maybe more. My eyes flew open and I sat upright. Nathan and T sat, hunched over each other at the table where we sat. They look like they were lovers, having just fallen asleep in each other arms. The stranger near them finishing a cigarette.
“What did you do to them?” I asked.
His very tan and well-manicured fingers reached out and grabbed mine. He placed a white linen handkerchief in my hand and proceeded to wipe away the blood on my hand. He dabbed it a few times in T’s beer and gently cleaned the blood from my face. The cold liquid instantly revived me. Or was it his touch? A fleeting thought flew through my mind.
“Always worried about others? It’s a fine trait to have if it doesn’t get you in trouble,” he said.
“Are they dead?”
“No, they’re just sleeping. Don’t worry.”
“I don’t believe you. You killed them!”
“No, no, of course not. Here.” The stranger grabbed Nathan’s limp arm and flopped it on the table. “Feel his pulse. It’s still there.”
Pausing for a moment, I did feel a rapid heartbeat pulsing under Nathan’s clammy skin.
“You, on the other hand, you’re dying. You realize that, don’t you?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Giving up was my best option, I thought. “So,” I said decisively.
He smiled at me again. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat.
Quickly I glanced away, hoping to not get distracted again by his beauty. But if this was the last thing I saw on Earth, this gorgeous man, what was wrong with that?
“I like your optimism,” the stranger spoke up.
“Did I say that aloud?”
“No, I can hear your thoughts.” He tapped his right index finger to his temple. “As an Angel of Death, I can hear mortals’ thoughts.” His dark blue eyes fixed on me, intensely, almost seductively.
Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed he wore a large gold ring on his finger. Suddenly a flash of color whirled around the ring. The room started to spin.
“You sent for me, Grace,” Death replied. “It’s time we get going. Okay? We’re not safe here.”
I gripped the sides of the table to steady myself and muttered something about not wanting to leave Nathan, that I wasn’t ready, that I didn’t fully understand his request, that I was too young to die, and that I was fine to stay here. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t process what this man was saying to me. Was he really who he said he was?
He appeared in the empty seat next to me and whispered, “Don’t faint, Grace. Don’t. It’s best if we don’t make a scene here in the bar. However…” His hand reached out and delicately wiped a few strands of my hair out of my eyes. “I can carry you if it comes to that. Is that fine?”
I nodded without knowing what it meant. I just nodded. If he truly was the Angel of Death, why not go with him?
“Let me make a quick call and we’ll go, okay?”
Again I simply nodded and, without his permission, I laid my head on his shoulder. If he wanted me to push me away, he could do it himself. I was unable to form any words of objection.
“Ra, it looks like we may have a sighting at a bar called the Golden Skull in California. You know the place? Okay, good deal. I’ve got some errands to run, so call me if you or the others find her. Okay?” He paused for a moment, listening to the other person on the line. Then he continued. “Okay. Got it. Oh, and if you see Gab, tell him I’ve got two guys for containment. I’ll drop them off at the police station. By the way they smell, I’m guessing they’re big time potheads.”
Realizing I was feeling extremely weak as he helped me along the sidewalk toward his compact sports car parked in front of the bar, my legs wobbled a bit.
“We’re almost there. Hold on.” His quiet confidence was a breath of fresh air compared to Nathan’s barking orders as he griped my elbows.
I felt like I was being assisted in walking my last mile by a glorious champion. Then a strange thought surfaced in my head. What is your name? I’m about to die and I don’t know your name, my knight. If he could read my thoughts, surely he’d hear that. How many people had called the Angel of Death a knight, a knight in shining armor or a shiny car as it seemed it was. Glancing at the dashboard of the vehicle and I settled in the comfortable passenger seat, I realized his car of choice was German made.
I leaned my head against the cool leather headrest, folding my arms around me, and studied him. Knowing I was beyond hope, I just wanted to look at him. This handsome man was a vision, an angel of death taking me away in a chariot, a German made chariot I corrected myself, but a means of escape no less. I felt like cherubs from the heavens should be trumpeting in the background, ushering me off into an external bliss with this man. I felt safe with this stranger for absolutely no reason whatsoever. It was deliciously insane, and despite my predicament, it gave me hope.
Before he turned over the ignition, he gasped and yanked his hand from the keys. He focused on the steering wheel, his dark eyes darting from side to side. Finally he asked me, “Was that you? Did I just hear you speak to me?”
I smiled faintly. “It worked,” I whispered. I pressed my head into the seat so I wouldn’t pass out. I fought to keep my eyes open. Your name, I asked him again telepathically.
He laughed out loud and raked his fingers through sun-kissed locks. “Wouldn’t you know it? Of all the people!”
I bit the inside of my lip, drinking in his appearance. Had you been my first and not Nathan, I’d never let you leave the bedroom.
Lightly the stranger chuckled and blushed slightly as he glanced over to look at me, shoving the keys into the ignition again. “I heard that. You have to be careful. Remember I don’t know you, Grace.”
“I’d like to know you.”
“Oh lordy.” He sighed again, fumbling for the keys. “You’re not shy, are you? Look, I’m not your friend. I have a job to do. That’s it. I have to get you healed or it’s my ass, so that’s what we are going to do.”
His words instantly sobered me, but his frown and sharp tone told me otherwise. By the expression on his face, I knew he realized he had been too harsh with me.
Roughly he patted me on the knee and started the car. “I’m sorry. My name is Demetri. Okay? But everyone calls me Death. You can too.”
Slowly I nodded.
The engine roared and the car jerked into traffic. I heard a few honks of horns blaring at us as the stranger whose name I now knew drove us away along the streets of San Francisco. I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t care. I had been saved, and I didn’t care what happened to me next. This devastatingly attractive man had saved me and now I could die in peace. Demetri. Demetri. Demetri. I repeated his name over and over in my head, knowing likely he could hear my thoughts. I liked the way his name sounded. It sounded old, but very modern. It reminded me of white-sand beaches, tall swaying trees, calm waters, and sunshine so bright on your face you couldn’t see anything before you and you didn’t care. Spending eternity like that with him would be heaven. Hoping to dream of us together on that beach, I closed my eyes. I’d finally die happy.
Because this is a book written in a different genre (that being paranormal romance) and not fantasy (such as the Vampire from Hell is), feel free to leave comments with any feedback you’d like to share on what you thought of the chapter.
Copyright 2012 Ally Thomas