Fires of Fate - COMPLETE

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This is the first book in my "Fates" series.

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Tags:  Angst, M/F, Violence, MC, OC, H/C, Oral, MiCD, WIP, Fingering, MCD, Rape, Tort, Inc, Abuse, Anal, CR, HJ, WAFF

 

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Romania, 1608

 

The moon was nearly full and high in the sky when the cloaked man came upon the traveling band of traders and music makers.  The small group of family members and close knit friends before him were just one of many similar groups that traveled across the land, never staying long in any one place.  Unwelcome in most places, especially after the sun sank below the horizon, they traveled from place to place, selling their wares.  In fact, the cloaked man hidden in the shadows had been tracking tis group for almost three days now.  Something not easily done for a man of his…. persuasion.

As he silently watched from a distance, the laughing and dancing of the small group before him was almost entrancing.  Full of exuberance and unrestrained, the adults danced and sang with the little children around the fire that they crafted in the center of their camp.  Shadows played and danced in time with the music, seeming to become as full of life as the rest of the merry troupe. 

However, it was one particular fair maiden who caught the man’s eye and held him transfixed, nearly frozen in his hiding spot amongst the darkness.  A young woman with hair as black as a moonless night, yet skin so pale it would put the winter snow of the mountains to shame.  She danced and swayed with twirled about with such vitality that the cloaked stranger found himself lost in her movements.  And when the wind carried the soft lit of her voice as she sang…. If there was ever a heaven for a creature such as he, her voice would lead him there.

As she danced around the fire pit with the other women, he could feel the hunger inside of him grow.  It was not the usual pangs for fresh blood that stoked the endless hunger within him, however, but something infinitely more divine.  A deep desire not to drink her precious life, but something deeper.  More primal.  It was what drove him to stalk the group of travelers for days, relying on his enhanced senses each night to catch up with them after he spent his days hiding from the dangerous sun.  Something instinctive that told him to wait until the group was far enough from any city or town that his deed would become nearly untraceable.

After all, it did no good to capture a treasure if the former owners could easily track down the culprit.  And even though dispatching such a group would hold no real challenge for him, it was certainly not the preferable way to achieve his goal, and really would only make things that much harder for him to succeed.

And the woman that held him so transfixed was certainly the crown jewel of any treasure the cloaked man had even had the pleasure of coming across in all of his long years.  Even hidden amongst the darkness as he was, the man could still smell the exotic and enthralling scent of her skin; could hear the rhythmic melody of the beating of her heart.  Her heavy breathing as she twirled and danced amongst those she knew and lived.  It was almost too much to bear.

Every muscle of his burned with searing heat that demanded that he reach out and touch her.  To slide his hand down her spine; to breathe in her womanly scent as he bent his head to kiss those full lips.  However, his desire was kept in check due to one resounding and annoying fact.  There were too many of her clan that surrounded his prize.  In total, there were thirty-four of them, including children, in this gypsy caravan. 

It had been over two hundred years since he killed in cold blood, having tired of the senseless bloodshed others of his kind seemed to revel in.  And being the eldest still living of his kind, he certainly had had his fill of that kind of life.  And so he decided to wait.  Patience being a trait those who learned to survive the centuries, he was accustomed to waiting for that which he desired.  And in all of his preternaturally long life, there was nothing he ever desired more than this jewel that danced in the firelight. 

Unlike other nights that he had watched from afar, this particular night the festivities lasted much longer into the night than he cared for.  Yet, as the last embers of the fire began to die, the remaining members of the troupe finally succumbed to the call of sleep and wandered off to their tents or trailers.  Time was growing short, and reason told him to wait for another night to claim his prize.  However, the blood burning beneath his skin would have none of the carefully cultured reason that had kept him alive for hundreds of years.  When it came to his jewel, reason and logic were squashed under the enormous weight of need and desire that seared through him at just the thought of finally claiming his prize.

Silently, the cloaked man crept among the sleeping group.  Around the various vessels and shelters that housed the extended family, and over the sleeping forms of those who slept under the twinkling stars.  Floating like mist, the stranger finally reached the tent that housed his prize.  Reaching into the deep well of his powers, he began a soft chant that was barely more than a whisper, yet more than powerful enough to reach out over the sleeping bodies and wrap itself around the sleeping woman.

 

‘Child, hear my words and follow my will.  Come to me this night, come into my arms and forever be mine.’ 

Without even waking, the woman slowly and carefully made her way around the sleeping forms around her and then rose to her feet.  With her eyes closed and her mind asleep, the woman could not resist the hypnotic call of the much older creature.  With ease, the stranger scooped the woman up into his arms and swiftly made his way back to his home before the sun could kiss the darkened horizon