Allure

This is just an update,

Update: I’ve been reading a lot, and writing.
I’m going to leave a passage of my novella here for entertainment purposes �'� much love.

Allure a passage from chapter 6

This was it, I was going to die. To the devil himself. I prayed ever so silently, to a god who did not answer, I felt nothing, not a godly presence or the warmth of a welcoming death. But cold hellish fear. My life passed before my eyes as he drained my life away in slow, thoughtful gulps. My childhood was blissfully unaware of the world around me, my adolescence in pretty dresses, parties, leading into my adulthood. I was in my early 20’s when I met the man who is now killing me. Azreal. Half a year I’ve known him and he portrayed a perfect appearance.
He came to evening dinner parties, galas, balls…I never thought anything of it. He was wealthy and charming. He did stand out compared to the others, mother and father did disapprove of him and now the truth was set free. He was a vampire.
The very devil that was cast into hell by God was feasting on my soul. Closing my eyes I felt cold and alone in the dark of night. Before I knew it, he had thrown me to the ground. Speaking to me but the words seemed to slip through my ears and onto the ground below me, I couldn’t hear him over the sound of my own slow thumping heartbeat. He loomed over me, he pressed his wrist to my mouth and I beagan to choke on this sweet thick honey-like substance.
“Drink,” Is all I heard, and in the moment I was so disoriented all I could do was follow his direction. I was so lost, so heartbroken. The man I thought loved me, attacked me.
Pain surged through my viens and my heart started to skip beats until the beating was no more.
My vision grew black and all I could see was a life that used to be mine, warm and inviting. Figures dancing around like ghosts floating through the air. The November breeze of nightfall, falling to my feet as I welcomed deaths embrace.
Azreal picked up my almost lifeless body and leaned me against the old mausoleum. I could feel a new sense of self start to grow deep within my belly. The world around me became more alive. The sound was the first thing I noticed. It was all loud, the wind, the passing by of carriages as they passed through the night shaking the ground beneath them. The sound of horse hoofs clapping the ground, gravel turning underneath the weight….
I did not breath, my heart did not beat and the blood in my veins had turned cold. My hands twisted in my hair as the pain set in. The transformation from mortal to immortal. I let go of my hair, curled into a ball of despair choking on air that tried to reach my lungs. Lungs that did not want to work. The blood I thought had dried up, started rushing through my body coursing like a raging river. Finally, taking a long gasp of air in, the world vibrated with othe hues of colors I’d never seen before with mortal eyes.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

An interesting story...your husband sounds like a cross between a sociopath and a vampire....I liked the way the story built up with the description of him,socializing at parties, acting charming....then when he starts to slowly begin your (supposed) death....by strangulation....is a big turnaround...a great description of his torture "falling to my feet as I welcomed death's embrace"...lastly, the transformation from mortal to immortal...the enlightenment!
Nicely written
Warmly, B

[Hallow]

Great excerpt. I look forward to more!