Title: Rush
Author: eviemae
Description: When California girl Blair Whitaker finds herself falling for a vampire, her eyes are opened to the supernatural world that goes far beyond her own.
Author's Note: This is an idea I've had for awhile now, but I'm not sure how you readers will sit with it. The story is set in the True Blood world, where vampires have 'come out of the coffin,' but our beloved True Blood characters won't come in until a little later. This is an OCxOC. It's exploring the vampire life outside of the South. I'd love your opinion on it, especially so I know if I should continue with it. This first bit is short, but the other chapters would definitely be longer. Enjoy, and please review!
Introduction
The first thing she felt was the sun on her face.
Blair's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment she was frightened. The chocolate brown carpet, the psychedelic posters that lined the walls, and the retro-style tables and shelves weren't hers. She sat up, startled and confused, in the king-sized bed. Only then was she aware of the warm silkiness of the matching chocolate brown sheets on her naked body. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and ran her hand over the top of the comforter.
The familiar rush of feelings and emotions and images flew through her body and past her eyes. Hands groping and touching. Her dress sliding off her shoulders. Ripping his shirt off and running her hands down his torso. Love and need dripping with animalistic lust. Legs tangled and wrapped around each other. Her sighs. His moans. The painful, but pleasurable wave that ran through her body when he bit her neck. The taste of her blood in his mouth. The silence. His soft murmurs and kisses that lulled her to sleep. His cool arm draped around her and his fingers tracing over her body.
Blair smiled and opened her eyes. She noticed the glass wall to her right for the first time. The house sat on top of a small hill, and all Blair could see was white sands and a never-ending, deep blue ocean. She may have lived by the beach her entire life, but the sight of the ocean never ceased to amaze her and take her breath away.
It was then that she noticed the note on the nightstand next to her.
Blair turned to see if he was still there. He wasn't. She knew he wouldn't be, and that he couldn't be. But she still hoped to wake up and see him lying next to her.
She laid her head back down on the pillow. Her dark blond waves spread out over the pillow and fell on her back and shoulder. She gazed out at the ocean, her blue-grey eyes going hazy as she wished for a cool body against hers instead of warm bed sheets. Her heart ached with loneliness. Blair knew this was what this relationship would be like, but it didn't make the inevitable morning-after any easier. Her mind wandered. . .
How did she end up here? Falling for someone she could never wake up next to? Blair rarely thought about her own past. She was always listening to or seeing everybody- or everything- else's life story, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was her gift on some days; on others, her curse.
She picked up the note on the nightstand and read it silently.
You looked so beautiful sleeping that I didn't want to wake you. I'll see you tonight.
The note dropped to the floor. Blair curled up under the covers and closed her eyes. The ocean roared in the distance, a gentle lullaby that made her fall deeper and deeper into a dreamless sleep. . .