Left for dead by his only love, Drew is helped by his old vampire friend, Greta. He's lost his memory and as he tries to go back to his old life, he begins to change. As the days go by events spiral out of control and all he can think about is finding the woman who left him for dead. Suspense, fun, romance, a vampire hunt, and a love story.
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Drew
opened his eyes. He had a raging thirst, and he grasped the wrist held close to
his mouth biting into it, sucking the blood frantically.
Greta
tried to soothe him and take her wrist away.
“Drew,
Drew, are you okay? You will be hungry. Let me get you blood. You need a good,
long, drink.” She watched him as he sat up disoriented and puzzled.
“Who
are you? Where am I? What’s going on?” Drew was struggling to stand, and he was
unsteady on his feet at first.
Greta
was worried, she wanted him fed right now or he might turn on her, and she took
his hand.
“Come
on, Drew, let’s go get you some food. There will be plenty in your fridge.”
Drew
shrugged off her hand and repeated, “Who are you?”
He
followed her down the stairs to the kitchen and watched her as she took out a
carafe of blood. He desperately needed the blood and grabbed it, drinking from the
carafe until it was empty. He felt better but still hungry. Passing the table
to get to the fridge he put the empty carafe down and then took out more blood
in blood bags. He drank two down and then sighed. Turning to Greta he suddenly
smiled.
“Thank
you for helping me, and I still don’t know who you are.” His manner was gentle
and open. Greta was surprised. She stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds.
Drew pulled out a chair from the table and offered it to Greta to sit down.
Drew sat next to her waiting for her to answer.
Greta
took a deep breath. “My name is Greta, and we’re old friends, very old. You
live here. Something happened to you to make you die, before you did die, you
called me and asked for help. When I got here, you were dying. Then you just
died for a few moments, so I fed you my blood to bring you back again. This is
your house, Drew. Do you remember anything now?” She tried a smile at him. He
seemed solemn and intent on her as she spoke. She was waiting for the old Drew
to show up, smart mouthed, arrogant, and selfish.
Drew
looked about him at the big kitchen and then back at Greta.
“I
don’t remember a thing. Was I a vampire before? I don’t feel shocked about it.
In fact, it seems familiar. I feel comfortable with it as if I’ve always been
one. I feel hungry again. Let’s go hunting and thank you once more for saving
me.”
He
touched the shirt he was wearing, and looked down at it.
“There
will be a shower here. Show me around, Greta. I’ll get changed and then we can
go hunting.” He smiled his lovely smile and she could tell he was different. He
didn’t know his smile was sexy and enticing, and he was being friendly and
polite. He stood up and offered her his hand.
Greta
showed him around the house.
When she showed him the bathroom attached to his
bedroom, the same one he’d lay dying in, he wrinkled his nose.
“It’s
horrible, look at the mess. I should get it cleaned up. Do I have helpers? This
is a big house?” He was serious and worried as he asked her this.
Greta
smiled broadly. “Not at the moment, but we can get you some later.” She took
him to the other bathroom down the hall and left him there.
Greta
shook her head in disbelief. What had happened here? Where was that witch
Elise? She cleaned up the bathroom attached to Drew’s bedroom. It took seconds.
There were cleaning materials in the cupboard under the kitchen sink. The
bathroom had been kept clean by someone, and apart from the mess of blood vomit,
nothing else needed doing.
She
looked around the place. In the wardrobe, she noticed a couple of dresses that
belonged to Pearl. Weird, she thought,
but left them alone. There was no evidence of the witch Elise that she could
see. She could smell her around the place. It was a vague smell, but she knew
it was Elise because she’d met her. Drew seemed not to recall Elise. That’s a blessing, Greta thought, and not
just because she’d always had a romantic fantasy about herself and Drew.
Drew
appeared in the doorway, a white towel around his waist, his hair wet. He
looked gorgeous, and Greta feasted her eyes on this sight as he walked towards
her.
“Are
we only friends, Greta?” he asked, giving her a look loaded with sexual
invitation.
Greta
swallowed. This could be her chance, because she’d wanted Drew for years. Maybe
she could just kiss him. Her heart yearned for it and then her head overruled
the desire. What would happen if Drew got his memory back and she’d taken this
advantage of him? It might not be pretty. She nodded at him. “Yes only friends.”
Drew
looked at her knowingly, as he approached her. “But you’d like more…I can see
it…let me kiss you just to say thank you for rescuing me.”
She
stood very still as he came close. She was as tall as he was at around six
feet, maybe just over. Their faces were level. Drew was gentle and caring as he
took her face in his hands and kissed her. Greta kissed him back. She felt an
overwhelming desire, but did nothing else except stand there, her hands by her
sides.
Drew
sighed as he pulled away. “That felt good. I think I need more than blood on my
hunt.” He smiled at Greta and she smiled too. Drew was nice like this, and she wanted
him more than ever.
Copyright T.Stokes 2018 Traveling Stars
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