DARK BEAUTY
Tempted
Chapter One
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Carpathian series, though I wish I did, but I wish that the guys were real, more than I wish to own the series. So, anyway. No sueing.
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Chapter One ~~Nine years later~~ Zared stared out across the valley from her spot on the mountain. It was beautifully breathtaking and she couldn't help but smile. She was all alone in the Carpathian Mountains to do her next book. She had rented a little cabin from a man named Mikhail Dubrinsky, through her publisher. She turned back and headed towards the cabin. She was going to love it here. She could already tell. ~Can't wait to see it in the moonlight.~ She sat down at her computer and began to type her next horror novel. She was very well known under the name of E.M. Gallagher. No one knew that E.M. stood for Eller Mae. Her grandmother. She got the same old sharp pain that she always got when she thought of her. She had been right, as always, right before she died. She had learned her family's craft easily and found herself to be quite powerful, even compared to her great-great-grandmother, who her great-grandmother had praised and admired all of her life. Her grandmother had also been right about the book. She had turned her great- grandmother's life into a best-selling fiction novel and had finally gotten out of her family's lives for good. She hadn't seen them in four years and only talked to Lydia via email. Even now that Lydia was older she still remained faithful to Zared and always expressed how much she missed her. Lydia, her baby sister that she loved so much, had recently turned eighteen and was beautiful if the pictures she got were any kind of justice. Zared smiled as she remembered the letter she had recently received. She had invited her sister to come and stay the summer with her, there, in the Carpathian Mountains, and then a few weeks in her home in Ireland. Lydia had been over-joyed and more than willing. Her mother had barely agreed, but she didn't want to see her youngest daughter sad. She had one week until her baby sister showed up and she was extremely happy with the arrangement. She would pick Lydia up at the airport a week from tomorrow, Saturday. They would spend two months in the mountains and then fly to Dublin and spend two weeks there. They would fly to New York and spend a few days there, then Lydia would fly to San Diego where she would then fly to Dallas where she would go home to Austin with their family. Lydia had recently told her of her psychic ability and had confided in her that she was having a hard time being around people. Zared had quickly asked her to come. Zared twisted her hair up and put on her reading glasses. She began her next novel in her fantasy series. Witches, vampires, and fantasy creatures. Everything that she had ever found out about or thought of.
The hours past swiftly and before Zared knew it, it was nearly dusk. She stretched her arms and tried to help her aching neck. She grabbed a cup of cold coffee and warmed it up with a simple spell. ~Times like these, I enjoy having magic.~
She stepped out into the golden light and let her power envelope her with its warmth and comfort. She sent her mind out, calling.
The main reason she had come to the Carpathians was because she had sensed a presence here. She had been with a few witch friends, whom she had met during her stay in Old Salem, and they had decided to play truth or dare on Halloween when she was nineteen. They had all been extremely, piss-faced drunk. Her dare had been to say a spell that sent her mind searching for her soul mate. She had sensed him in this area and had felt his concern for her, his power, and she had felt the blackness on his soul. It had been a sobering experience. And now, she was curious. He was worried for her, even though he didn't know anything about her. She had finally gotten up her courage and come to the place that had haunted her dreams.
She silently let him know that she was there, awaiting him to come to her. Whether his head knew it or not, his heart would.
She began to get ready. She wanted to see the city at night and hoped to meet her love, wherever he was hiding.
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Aramis awoke with the call. She was calling to him, with all of her psychic ability. She knew he was there and was calling for him. It humbled and aroused him. He had sensed her all those years before, coming to him so strangely and touching his soul. It had shocked him that she had had that much mind power to do so, and it had hurt him that even with his hasty, yet extremely powerful wards, she had still been strong enough to sense the blackness and had drawn away, utterly afraid.
Now, here she was, calling out into the night, awakening him from his slumber, begging him to come to her.
He smiled, after all, two could play at this game. He sent his mind out, searching for hers. Now that she had opened her mind to him, he could find her easily. She was nearly to the city where he was staying. She was planning to go out tonight and was hoping to meet him.
"Hello." His soul whispered to her.
Zared's heart clenched as she heard the voice. And God, what a voice. It was soft, deep, rumbling, somewhat rough and lazy from sleep.
"Hello." She whispered back.
Aramis's eyes danced with color as she whispered back. Her own voice was soft and sweet, somewhat shy. American with a southern hint, as well as a tiny bit of Irish brogue in there. It set his heart ablaze and his body responded.
"I will find you tonight." He whispered and left her mind, wishing he hadn't but knowing he had to feed. But, just before he completely shut off all contact, he felt her sigh longingly when she felt him leave.
Aramis look flight and quickly feed in the city. His mind searched for hers again and found her at a very popular night club, trying to find his mind among those that were there.
He stood outside for a moment, trying to get himself in order. He had been blinded by color upon hearing her voice, but he had yet to see her, meaning, he was still emotionless.
~Aramis? What troubles you brother?~ Gregori asked, all the way from Moscow.
~Nothing. I am about to meet my lifemate and I seem to be having an identity crisis. Nothing that I cannot handle with ease.~ He said, completely confident in his own abilities.
~You are worried that she will not accept you for who you are. There is nothing to worry about.~
~Thank you little brother, but that does not help as much as you think.~
~It took forever for Gregori to believe that I love him. Don't worry. Your lifemate probably isn't as stubborn as he is and will love you as much as I love your brother.~ Savanna said reassuringly.
~Thank you sister. Perhaps Gregori should just let you give the advice and he should take lessons.~ This sent Savanna cracking up and Gregori rolling his eyes.
~Now, Aramis, GO GET HER!~
Aramis became mist and floated into the club. He searched for a face that matched the voice he longed to hear again. Finally, his eyes rested on a small woman in a dark corner and emotions flooded him in mere moments. This was the one.
He watched her for a moment. She was most definitely shy, with long black hair and dark blue eyes. Her lips were a natural torrid red and her skin was milky white. Her beautiful eyes kept darting back and forth, looking for him while her small hands plaited and re-plaited the same strand of curly hair.
He moved faster than light itself and was quickly a few feet from her table. He then sauntered up to her and sat down.
Zared jumped a little as a very beautiful specimen of a male sat down in front of her.
"My name is Aramis Daratrazanoff. I believe we spoke earlier."
She blushed as his haunting voice weaved its way into her soul. It was the same voice that had been in her head.
"I'm Zared McLeod. And I believe you're right."
He touched her hand gently and felt the shockwave of lust that ran through her body. A sensation that was obviously foreign. He smirked and couldn't help but feel male satisfaction at this. He then turned her hand palm and kissed the exact center of it.
Zared's senses went haywire and she felt her thighs practically melt. She blushed when her mind began to notice the fact that they were in a dark corner where no one would be able to see them. ~DON"T EVEN GO THERE GIRLFRIEND! YOU JUST MET HIM, EVEN IF HE IS YOUR SOULMATE, YOU STILL HAVE TO FIND OUT WHAT GRANDMOTHER MENT!. . . but it is a dark..STOP~
Aramis's mind was already in hers when her mind focused on their settings. He hid his indulgent smile and hoped that her 'dark-corner' side would win out. ~Hmm, maybe it just needs a push.~
He began to massage her hand, while kissing each finger, and then went to her wrist and up her arm to her shoulder and her neck. ~Such a beautiful, elegant neck. And so soft.~ His thoughts fluttered as he sat her on his lap to kiss her neck. He nipped it gently here and there and licked the places were he had nipped a little too hard.
Zared couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat as she bent her head in order to give him more access. Her fingers dived into his thick mane of hair slowly.
His lips finally made it to hers and stars exploded before her eyes and her temperature rose.
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Please review!
Tempted
Chapter One
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Carpathian series, though I wish I did, but I wish that the guys were real, more than I wish to own the series. So, anyway. No sueing.
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Chapter One ~~Nine years later~~ Zared stared out across the valley from her spot on the mountain. It was beautifully breathtaking and she couldn't help but smile. She was all alone in the Carpathian Mountains to do her next book. She had rented a little cabin from a man named Mikhail Dubrinsky, through her publisher. She turned back and headed towards the cabin. She was going to love it here. She could already tell. ~Can't wait to see it in the moonlight.~ She sat down at her computer and began to type her next horror novel. She was very well known under the name of E.M. Gallagher. No one knew that E.M. stood for Eller Mae. Her grandmother. She got the same old sharp pain that she always got when she thought of her. She had been right, as always, right before she died. She had learned her family's craft easily and found herself to be quite powerful, even compared to her great-great-grandmother, who her great-grandmother had praised and admired all of her life. Her grandmother had also been right about the book. She had turned her great- grandmother's life into a best-selling fiction novel and had finally gotten out of her family's lives for good. She hadn't seen them in four years and only talked to Lydia via email. Even now that Lydia was older she still remained faithful to Zared and always expressed how much she missed her. Lydia, her baby sister that she loved so much, had recently turned eighteen and was beautiful if the pictures she got were any kind of justice. Zared smiled as she remembered the letter she had recently received. She had invited her sister to come and stay the summer with her, there, in the Carpathian Mountains, and then a few weeks in her home in Ireland. Lydia had been over-joyed and more than willing. Her mother had barely agreed, but she didn't want to see her youngest daughter sad. She had one week until her baby sister showed up and she was extremely happy with the arrangement. She would pick Lydia up at the airport a week from tomorrow, Saturday. They would spend two months in the mountains and then fly to Dublin and spend two weeks there. They would fly to New York and spend a few days there, then Lydia would fly to San Diego where she would then fly to Dallas where she would go home to Austin with their family. Lydia had recently told her of her psychic ability and had confided in her that she was having a hard time being around people. Zared had quickly asked her to come. Zared twisted her hair up and put on her reading glasses. She began her next novel in her fantasy series. Witches, vampires, and fantasy creatures. Everything that she had ever found out about or thought of.
The hours past swiftly and before Zared knew it, it was nearly dusk. She stretched her arms and tried to help her aching neck. She grabbed a cup of cold coffee and warmed it up with a simple spell. ~Times like these, I enjoy having magic.~
She stepped out into the golden light and let her power envelope her with its warmth and comfort. She sent her mind out, calling.
The main reason she had come to the Carpathians was because she had sensed a presence here. She had been with a few witch friends, whom she had met during her stay in Old Salem, and they had decided to play truth or dare on Halloween when she was nineteen. They had all been extremely, piss-faced drunk. Her dare had been to say a spell that sent her mind searching for her soul mate. She had sensed him in this area and had felt his concern for her, his power, and she had felt the blackness on his soul. It had been a sobering experience. And now, she was curious. He was worried for her, even though he didn't know anything about her. She had finally gotten up her courage and come to the place that had haunted her dreams.
She silently let him know that she was there, awaiting him to come to her. Whether his head knew it or not, his heart would.
She began to get ready. She wanted to see the city at night and hoped to meet her love, wherever he was hiding.
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Aramis awoke with the call. She was calling to him, with all of her psychic ability. She knew he was there and was calling for him. It humbled and aroused him. He had sensed her all those years before, coming to him so strangely and touching his soul. It had shocked him that she had had that much mind power to do so, and it had hurt him that even with his hasty, yet extremely powerful wards, she had still been strong enough to sense the blackness and had drawn away, utterly afraid.
Now, here she was, calling out into the night, awakening him from his slumber, begging him to come to her.
He smiled, after all, two could play at this game. He sent his mind out, searching for hers. Now that she had opened her mind to him, he could find her easily. She was nearly to the city where he was staying. She was planning to go out tonight and was hoping to meet him.
"Hello." His soul whispered to her.
Zared's heart clenched as she heard the voice. And God, what a voice. It was soft, deep, rumbling, somewhat rough and lazy from sleep.
"Hello." She whispered back.
Aramis's eyes danced with color as she whispered back. Her own voice was soft and sweet, somewhat shy. American with a southern hint, as well as a tiny bit of Irish brogue in there. It set his heart ablaze and his body responded.
"I will find you tonight." He whispered and left her mind, wishing he hadn't but knowing he had to feed. But, just before he completely shut off all contact, he felt her sigh longingly when she felt him leave.
Aramis look flight and quickly feed in the city. His mind searched for hers again and found her at a very popular night club, trying to find his mind among those that were there.
He stood outside for a moment, trying to get himself in order. He had been blinded by color upon hearing her voice, but he had yet to see her, meaning, he was still emotionless.
~Aramis? What troubles you brother?~ Gregori asked, all the way from Moscow.
~Nothing. I am about to meet my lifemate and I seem to be having an identity crisis. Nothing that I cannot handle with ease.~ He said, completely confident in his own abilities.
~You are worried that she will not accept you for who you are. There is nothing to worry about.~
~Thank you little brother, but that does not help as much as you think.~
~It took forever for Gregori to believe that I love him. Don't worry. Your lifemate probably isn't as stubborn as he is and will love you as much as I love your brother.~ Savanna said reassuringly.
~Thank you sister. Perhaps Gregori should just let you give the advice and he should take lessons.~ This sent Savanna cracking up and Gregori rolling his eyes.
~Now, Aramis, GO GET HER!~
Aramis became mist and floated into the club. He searched for a face that matched the voice he longed to hear again. Finally, his eyes rested on a small woman in a dark corner and emotions flooded him in mere moments. This was the one.
He watched her for a moment. She was most definitely shy, with long black hair and dark blue eyes. Her lips were a natural torrid red and her skin was milky white. Her beautiful eyes kept darting back and forth, looking for him while her small hands plaited and re-plaited the same strand of curly hair.
He moved faster than light itself and was quickly a few feet from her table. He then sauntered up to her and sat down.
Zared jumped a little as a very beautiful specimen of a male sat down in front of her.
"My name is Aramis Daratrazanoff. I believe we spoke earlier."
She blushed as his haunting voice weaved its way into her soul. It was the same voice that had been in her head.
"I'm Zared McLeod. And I believe you're right."
He touched her hand gently and felt the shockwave of lust that ran through her body. A sensation that was obviously foreign. He smirked and couldn't help but feel male satisfaction at this. He then turned her hand palm and kissed the exact center of it.
Zared's senses went haywire and she felt her thighs practically melt. She blushed when her mind began to notice the fact that they were in a dark corner where no one would be able to see them. ~DON"T EVEN GO THERE GIRLFRIEND! YOU JUST MET HIM, EVEN IF HE IS YOUR SOULMATE, YOU STILL HAVE TO FIND OUT WHAT GRANDMOTHER MENT!. . . but it is a dark..STOP~
Aramis's mind was already in hers when her mind focused on their settings. He hid his indulgent smile and hoped that her 'dark-corner' side would win out. ~Hmm, maybe it just needs a push.~
He began to massage her hand, while kissing each finger, and then went to her wrist and up her arm to her shoulder and her neck. ~Such a beautiful, elegant neck. And so soft.~ His thoughts fluttered as he sat her on his lap to kiss her neck. He nipped it gently here and there and licked the places were he had nipped a little too hard.
Zared couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat as she bent her head in order to give him more access. Her fingers dived into his thick mane of hair slowly.
His lips finally made it to hers and stars exploded before her eyes and her temperature rose.
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