A Little Taste of Heaven

I was very pleased and thankful for all the positive response the first preview got. I do hope you enjoy this one just as much.

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Possessive Beings

Summary: A brotherhood of resentful beings subsists by feeing on those unfortunate enough to cross their path. Jack refuses to let his 2 younger companions go. So when the enticing Blair leads Chuck astray, the 3 will become a 4. But only 1 male can be her mate.

"The Family": Jack/Blair/Chuck & Nate (Non-Romantic Role)

Setting: Pre Civil War Era-Victorian Age, North/South of US & Europe

Includes: Romance, Drama, Angst, Tension, Dark Comedy, & Horror

Inspiration: Dracula, Interview with the Vampire, Black Dagger Brotherhood Series, Gone With the Wind, and overall passion for dark, possessive males.

Preview: Here's a scene from the story. It is not the first scene of chapter one, but is from there. I have yet to title the chapter. There also will be a prologue before that, but this scene is a favorite of mine.

"Do not worry," Jack told her with a disturbingly sweet tone, "you shall close your eyes and forget the darkness, my child. You shall sleep more wonderfully and better than ever before. And when you awake, I shall let you out. Goodnight, ma chère." He waved his hand and then slid the coffin's lid over her face.

She disappeared into the deep chestnut death-box, which their kind used for slumber.

"You should not have made her into a monster," Chuck rasped, from his place in the shadows. He had watched the entire time, his stomach twisted with resentment.

His uncle merely turned around with a half-smile, not at all startled.

"She is far too pretty to be a monster, nephew. And if I had not changed her your bite would have killed her." Jack then laughed and shook his head. He blew out the lamp that he held and set it on the table.

Silent footsteps reached both their ears and they saw from the corner of their eyes, Nate had entered the room.

"Did she attack you again?" the blond asked in amusement. His blue eyes twinkled as he nodded from Blair's coffin to Jack.

The eldest vampire narrowed his eyes at the mockery. "I would hardly call the pouncing of such a magnificent creature an attack. But that shall not happen again. She is just a newborn, you see? Soon she shall obey and do just as I wish her to," Jack told them. His hands opened the lid of his own coffin.

Neither boy was certain what his hold on the girl was all of the sudden. Surely, was not anything close to affection? He had no heart to produce such a thing.

"I do not think she can be so easily tamed, Jack," Nate refuted with a small shake of his head. He then sighed and lied himself down in his coffin.

The door of his uncle's slammed so loud in anger that it shook the house.

His best friend looked to him.

"You must let sleep find you, Chuck. We have no use for the day as it is," he nodded to him.

Chuck did not respond, but moved to his coffin. He sat down in it and waited until Nate closed his. Then he pulled the latch down on his own and stared into darkness. He fell into a deep slumber for those without breath in their lungs, for the dead that walked among the living.

It was not until hours into the night, or more correctly day, that he awoke all of the sudden. Someone had opened his coffin. Without a second thought, his hand shot up and grabbed hold of whoever stood there. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into that of chocolate doe ones.

"Please," Blair whimpered. She looked down to him as tears spilled onto her rosy cheeks. His grip instantly loosened. She had calmed his malicious vibe with one look into her eyes, one touch of her skin against his.

Chuck merely sat up and his face got close to hers. She still moved like a human, conducted her throat as if to hold her breath. He chuckled silently while she looked on in confusion. Then he moved over to one side of his large coffin and motioned his other hand beside him. He was not sure why he had offered to share his resting place with the newest creature of the night. Perhaps, it was because she was the most beautiful being he had ever seen, even before her transformation. It did little for her, only increased her perfection.

Blair was silent as she climbed into the coffin beside him. Her lips formed a mischievous, but also innocent smile. He said nothing, but eyed her over more. When she lied down, he pulled down the door of it. They were closed in the dark space together, but saw through the night with a flawless capability.

She curled her body into his and clung to the material of his shirt. Then her face pressed against his chest. He buried his nose into her sweet smelling curls. They smelled nothing of death, like what he was used to. His hand wove around her protectively, territorially. He did not think twice on his decisions.

"You did not wish to kill me," Blair told him; "You only wished to keep me." Her voice held such confidence and what also sounded like that of a pleasant tone. She did not hold resentment against him for his actions and that was her way of telling him.

"Sleep, my lovely," Chuck responded in smooth voice. Perhaps, he was a fool to sleep with a newborn. It was not unlikely she'd awake and feed off of him for the strongest of bloods. But for some reason something inside him spoke if that was what she wished, then he'd be happy to oblige in a second and final death.

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Closing Note:

Well that was the second preview for the second story. Tell me what you think and if you'd like for me to post the next preview for the next story on the list. Remember, there are a total of five! For now anyways…

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Shelby