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eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: A deadly crash forces the hand of one lonely vampire who all but welcomes the end of his existence. He is ready to let go his endless life, until he hears the stuttering heartbeat of the one woman who has survived the horrific crash. Should he save the one remaining human survivor, or end it all for both of them? In a split second decision, he knows he has to save her ... for himself.

eBook Publisher: Chippewa Publishing LLC/Lady Aibell Press
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2006

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Words: 4072
Reading time: 11-16 min.
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He was going to die.

Finally, after over a thousand years of walking the earth, his life was going to end. He welcomed it.

But the girl would die, too, and that bothered him.

Funny, by now he thought he shouldn't have a conscience left, but oddly enough, it plagued him.

Lying in a pool of his own blood, with some kind of support beam making a hole in his chest, Atticus felt his life slipping away. He heard faint, struggling little gasps for breath issuing from the small woman who'd been seated across the aisle.

At least for now.

Everyone else on board the small passenger van was dead. He knew because their heartbeats ceased echoing in his ears. He no longer sensed the motion of their blood swishing through their veins.

They were all dead. All except for the quiet girl who'd smiled so kindly at him after he'd accidentally stepped on her foot while boarding.

Atticus never touched humans except to feed. Such acute hearing and senses usually made it too painful to get within touching distance of most humans, unless they were under his thrall. Yet, somehow, this quiet, shy woman had invaded his personal space earlier that night, without his knowledge. It had shocked him at the time, and he'd spent several of the interminable hours as they rode over the lonely mountains thinking about how she'd managed it.

He hadn't been surprised in years. Centuries even.

Yet, this nondescript woman, with the mousy brown hair and hazel eyes, somehow managed to invade his personal space and his thoughts. Incredible.

Now she would die alone in the night, on the side of a deserted mountain road, along with the rest of them.

Unless he fought against the darkness coming for him.