This is the story of Nicolas and Maggie. Happy Reading!
Maggie Evans was in a rather bad state after her arrival at Wyndcliffe Sanitarium. There, doctors and nurses cared for her around the clock. She had been suffering from a strange form of blood loss, yet had no other visible injuries except two tiny bite marks which had marred the flesh of her neck. Other than those physical symptoms, Maggie was an emotional mess. She kept muttering incessantly about vampires, witch's curses, and ghosts. The doctors at Wyndcliffe thought Maggie had lost her mind.
The doctors had tried to help Maggie, but they were clueless as the young woman truly believed she had been abducted by a vampire.
Even more puzzling were the bite marks upon Maggie's neck coupled with the unexplanable loss of blood she had suffered from. As time went on, Maggie began to repress the memories of her abduction and everything associated with it. Only in her horrific nightmares did she continue to call out about the vampire, the ghostly child, and all the other terrifying events which had occurred during her unexplained disappearance.
Life at Wyndcliffe was full of sadness for Maggie. Her father hardly ever came to visit her, and she longed for the company of another person, someone who would give her the warmth, love and attention she so desparately longed for. She had once been dating a wonderful and handsome guy, but now with her being confined in the sanitarium, she assumed their relationship was now over. A lone tear rushed down Maggie's face as she looked out the window of her room at Wyndcliffe. Here she was, a beautiful young woman, yet trapped here in a mental hospital where she did not want to be. How she longed to go outside once again and feel the warmth of the sun upon her face and the coolness of the evening breeze as it rushed through her hair. And how she longed to have a man to love her and hold her in his arms and tell her everything would somehow be okay again...
But it wasn't going to happen. The doctors weren't about to let her leave Wyndcliffe. They still thought her too unstable. They were constantly giving her drugs, making her incredibly groggy and emotionless. Maggie hardly knew one day from another... and her sleep was always greatly troubled, filled with nightmares which left her screaming and clawing at her bed as though she were possessed.
That is why the doctors had refused to let her go home with her father... they feared Maggie was not ready to function outside of the sanitarium and lead a normal life. Maggie wondered sadly if she would ever get to go home.
Another day had passed and still Maggie was here. Her heart felt broken. Why was she here? She couldn't even remember what had happened to her, but she was sure it was something awful.
Sometimes in the back of her mind, she could hear a little girl singing. What was so scary about that? Maggie didn't know, but the little girl's singing always left her with a sense of dread and unspeakable fear. Something very traumatic had happened to Maggie... something so horrible that she had locked up all of her memories, never letting them out. Sometimes she saw images of a man's face when she closed her eyes. His face was evil,
threatening, and he had long shiny fangs. Maggie would tense everytime she thought about it... so she tried everything she could not to think about it.
She was gazing out the lone window in her room as the sun was sinking far off into the horizon. She twirled her long dark hair around her finger as she sat in a chair by the window, just staring off into space. She had a strange, almost vacant look on her face as she stared at nothing in particular, trying to keep those memories at bay. But to her shock, a man appeared in the window, gazing at her.
He didn't have a scary face like the other man. He was handsome, suave, and Maggie thought him breathtakingly attractive.
The window was open so Maggie might feel the evening breeze, so she spoke to the man. "Hello," she said, giving him a rare beautiful smile. Since living in Wyndcliffe, Maggie rarely smiled... not even when her father came to see her which wasn't often due to his addiction to alcohol.
The man looked at her as if he knew her, as if he had a reason to be here at her window, watching her. "My name is Maggie Evans,"
she spoke to him as she found herself very comfortable around this man, as if he would never harm her and might somehow protect her. "Who might you be?" she asked, wanting to entrust all of her innermost secrets to this man. There was something about him...
something drawing Maggie to him. It was more than just his handsome looks, he had a charm that went beyond anything Maggie had ever encountered before.
Maggie found herself opening the window completely, wanting to be closer to this man as she longed to feel his arms around her and his tender touch. His dark, exotic looks were captivating. Maggie moved through the window, out into the dying sunshine and now only mere inches from the mysterious man. "Please take me with you," she implored him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as though she were a child in great need of affection and tender, loving care. "Please... I need you..." she whispered as she pressed her face into his shirt, inhaling his manly scent.