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eBook Category: Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: Deep in the dark woods, a coven of witches prepare for a ritual, unaware they are being observed by anyone, much less an ancient vampire who is categorizing them as appetizer, main course, and dessert. The vampire stands immersed in the shadows, mesmerized by the graceful beauty of their endeavors. As he stands transfixed, his mind wanders aimlessly, and he turns over theories of religion and his centuries old experiences with various beliefs. Century upon century of living alone takes it's toll and a melancholy loneliness engulfs him in ways a mortal could never comprehend. Sad and alone, the vampire is a silent voyeur to life.

eBook Publisher: Chippewa Publishing LLC
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005

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Words: 2888
Reading time: 8-11 min.
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"Mr. J.L Day has written an interesting story of love and pity. The hero's views of religion and the community of humankind are intriguing while the heroine's willingness to enter into eternity for the sake of the sexual pleasures she gains is an interesting viewpoint."--Katherine L. Hunt, Coffee Time Romance

They remove their clothing and don robes. One, no doubt their priestess, wears a hooded robe. Their fire lights the night and flickering shadows dance on the trees. As the fire climbs high into the sky, they dance around it, bodies twisting and whirling. The hooded one places something on the altar and calls out to the night sky in a poor attempt to sound profound and masterful. She turns from the altar to join her friends and stops in her tracks, staring into the night in my direction.

I avert my eyes and ease my breathing. She felt me, that one. Maybe not quite the idiot most humans are. It was my fault. When I slip into the mode of predator, I send out powerful energy waves that insightful prey can often feel. I caution myself to watch, but glance away often, not to lock my eyes on my target.

Unsure of what she felt in the darkness, the woman returns to her dancing friends. A splendid young woman with a breathtaking body removes her robe to dance nude. The eyes of the others follow her. It tells me of their orientation. She is magnificent. Sweat glistens on her nude body, long tresses swing out wildly, breasts bounce to and fro. She, I decide, will be first on the menu. Fear can ruin the taste of blood. It releases endorphins into the system that taint the nectar I suckle from their bodies. Her blood is prime. Her taste will be phenomenal. Yes, the others must wait and watch. Let fear corrupt their taste; their blood is of no exceptional vintage.

The nude form dances around the fire, mesmerizing me. She feels different from the rest. She partakes of this ceremony to please her friends, but I feel her laughing disdain of their beliefs. Oh, how I long to taste this nubile young goddess.