This is a current WIP of mine, a vampire novel set in the beautiful world of Italy, where the Prince of an ancient Clan, a creature feared and revered by all is about to discover that is not as unreachable, nor as inhuman, as he had believed.
A Perfect Beauty
The heavy darkness in the sky had been threatening rain all day, now, late in the evening, the promise remained unfulfilled. But it was there. Like so many other threats looming within the shadows. As she watched, the storm-grey above her deepened, and a gust of wind tore chunks of white cloud to shreds and tossed them carelessly into the emerging blackness, until they lost their airborne wildness and settled over the ground as a shroud of fog. Amid the swirl of night-cooling, rain-laden air, she stood, waiting and watching.
It had been a night much like this, less than a month past, when her life had been altered in the most terrifying of ways. A stranger had come to her; a man unlike any she had ever known before, and she’d loved him. With desperate and all-consuming passion. She had given herself to his desires, and his madness. And, she had learned the folly of her misguided trust all too quickly when she’d awakened alone—and Changed.
The Hunger had been a compulsion different from anything she’d ever before experienced, as senseless and savage as the need she’d felt while in his arms. Now, the nights were a misery she struggled through, and the days a torment of agony that destroyed her over and over again. Yet, she survived. In spite of her longing for an end, she still ran when the light of the sun’s rays grew too intense, sought the sanctuary she instinctively knew would be found in the sheltering darkness.
This was another eternal night to endure. And the ache inside her was as much a mental torture as a physical wanting. She turned away from the turbulent beauty of the restless Bay of Naples, and began to walk, her footsteps taking her deep into the city. Before long, she was standing in front of a nightclub, and the gathered motorcycles outside it stirred a twinge of apprehension and undeniable curiosity. She hugged herself tightly then sighed and continued her interrupted journey, wondering as she did if there was something inside L’asilo that would make her feel safe, as the name implied.
Music was the first assault on her hyper-active senses, and she winced as she entered the main room of the trendy club. Her eyes wandered over the crowded space, and the pulsating rhythms of countless heartbeats began to pound in earnest, keeping time with the excited, fearful tempo of her own breaths. On some distant level, she already understood she had no need to breathe as she once had, yet the habit, instinctual and familiar, hadn’t yet been broken. She walked deeper into the swarm of life, and was overwhelmed.
Each of the people she brushed against in her walk toward the bar sparked an influx of desires and emotions not her own. Their anger, their passions, their lies and fears, she knew them all in the few instants of contact, then they ebbed like a tide, and the next wave crashed over her when another life bumped into her and assaulted her sensory awareness. By the time she made it to the polished bar, she was gasping and grabbed the smooth edge for support while she swayed. From a distance, she heard someone ask her if she was all right; inside her, the hysterical laughter made her wonder if she had truly gone mad.