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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
713
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ch 6
From under the fringe of her lashes, Rossanna turned her attention to her unlikely savior. Having only seen him by the light of a dying campfire, she took the opportunity to study him in more detail.
His skin, even as an immortal, had kept its flush of color as in mortal life. He was the very picture of masculinity. His shoulder length hair was a riot of dark curls, his eyes a piercing moss green shot with gold, fringed with eyelashes that angels would cut off their wings for, his full lips gave the impression of a constant pout, and a high straight nose lent him an aura of authority and nobility. His muscular frame crested at a height of 6’ 2”, giving him a commanding view of everything around him. Nokonis was dressed casually, wearing a simple black tunic, open at the neck, black pants, and an unbelted robe of black velvet embroidered in silver. He left his feet bare, mocking the coolness of the room.
At the sight of his feet, a slow blush rose from Rossanna’s neck to flirt about her cheeks. “What have I gotten myself into?” she thought. Not yet trusting herself to speak, she instead tried to steady her frazzling composure by draining her glass.
“Was everything to your liking?” Nokonis murmured silkily, referring to her perusal of his person rather than her meal.
Emboldened by drink she replied, “Would that matter? I have a feeling that you would know whether or not I was telling the truth, so why ask?”
“Oh, I dunno, perhaps I enjoy the sound of your voice, or maybe it’s the way your thoughts play over your face. I canna’ quite put my finger on it,” he drawled, smiling.
“Well since you are in the mood for asking questions, perhaps I will ask a few of my own.” Rossanna replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“My life, as they say, is an open book. One simply has to know how to read me….” he said.
“Well, since it would seem that I am stuck here, I might as well get to know you.” Rossanna began, “I gather that you are much older than you look, so exactly how old are you?”
“This November I shall celebrate my 75th birthday,” Nokonis replied. “I am not as old as my compatriot, but he has proven to be an excellent teacher and guide to the life I now lead.”
“How do you know me?” Rossanna asked, not entirely certain she wanted to know the answer.
“Ah, the important, all consuming question is finally asked. How do I know you? Is it some sinister unholy gift? No. Anyone who trades in the known world, knows of you, dearest Rossanna. You have a reputation, do you not? Of being the prodigal daughter who was given the choice to grow up learning the same skills as her brothers? It’s quite scandalous, you know…”
With the mention of her family, Rossanna silently prays that they will not mourn her “loss” for long. Tears form from her thoughts and drop crystalline from her eyes unnoticed.
“Fear not sweeting, for they will know that you chose the life you will soon lead..” Nokonis intoned, putting voice to her silent prayers.
“And how do you know what life I am to lead?” she asked angrily, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “My life has been forever changed. I no sooner know what tomorrow will bring, than I know what my place in it will be…”
“Dinna fret, my angel. I will keep you safe”
“That would be almost comforting if I did not know what you were. And who pray tell will keep me safe from you?” Rossanna replied tartly.
Putting a hand over his heart Nokonis said, “Och, I am wounded. You wound the very spirit in me, woman. I would no sooner see you harmed, than I would myself. I am not the monster you think I am. I am a man that was given a choice. A Gift for which I am eternally grateful. And this gift I have shared with no one else.”
With this Nokonis stood and walked silently to stand behind Rossanna’s chair.
Having held her breath from the moment Nokonis stood up, she felt the wine swimming in her veins, and her heartbeat in her flushed face.
“Might I suggest we retire to the study. We could continue our conversation there in greater comfort,” he said quietly. Rossanna nearly squeaked when she felt Nokonis’ breath on her hair.
His skin, even as an immortal, had kept its flush of color as in mortal life. He was the very picture of masculinity. His shoulder length hair was a riot of dark curls, his eyes a piercing moss green shot with gold, fringed with eyelashes that angels would cut off their wings for, his full lips gave the impression of a constant pout, and a high straight nose lent him an aura of authority and nobility. His muscular frame crested at a height of 6’ 2”, giving him a commanding view of everything around him. Nokonis was dressed casually, wearing a simple black tunic, open at the neck, black pants, and an unbelted robe of black velvet embroidered in silver. He left his feet bare, mocking the coolness of the room.
At the sight of his feet, a slow blush rose from Rossanna’s neck to flirt about her cheeks. “What have I gotten myself into?” she thought. Not yet trusting herself to speak, she instead tried to steady her frazzling composure by draining her glass.
“Was everything to your liking?” Nokonis murmured silkily, referring to her perusal of his person rather than her meal.
Emboldened by drink she replied, “Would that matter? I have a feeling that you would know whether or not I was telling the truth, so why ask?”
“Oh, I dunno, perhaps I enjoy the sound of your voice, or maybe it’s the way your thoughts play over your face. I canna’ quite put my finger on it,” he drawled, smiling.
“Well since you are in the mood for asking questions, perhaps I will ask a few of my own.” Rossanna replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“My life, as they say, is an open book. One simply has to know how to read me….” he said.
“Well, since it would seem that I am stuck here, I might as well get to know you.” Rossanna began, “I gather that you are much older than you look, so exactly how old are you?”
“This November I shall celebrate my 75th birthday,” Nokonis replied. “I am not as old as my compatriot, but he has proven to be an excellent teacher and guide to the life I now lead.”
“How do you know me?” Rossanna asked, not entirely certain she wanted to know the answer.
“Ah, the important, all consuming question is finally asked. How do I know you? Is it some sinister unholy gift? No. Anyone who trades in the known world, knows of you, dearest Rossanna. You have a reputation, do you not? Of being the prodigal daughter who was given the choice to grow up learning the same skills as her brothers? It’s quite scandalous, you know…”
With the mention of her family, Rossanna silently prays that they will not mourn her “loss” for long. Tears form from her thoughts and drop crystalline from her eyes unnoticed.
“Fear not sweeting, for they will know that you chose the life you will soon lead..” Nokonis intoned, putting voice to her silent prayers.
“And how do you know what life I am to lead?” she asked angrily, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “My life has been forever changed. I no sooner know what tomorrow will bring, than I know what my place in it will be…”
“Dinna fret, my angel. I will keep you safe”
“That would be almost comforting if I did not know what you were. And who pray tell will keep me safe from you?” Rossanna replied tartly.
Putting a hand over his heart Nokonis said, “Och, I am wounded. You wound the very spirit in me, woman. I would no sooner see you harmed, than I would myself. I am not the monster you think I am. I am a man that was given a choice. A Gift for which I am eternally grateful. And this gift I have shared with no one else.”
With this Nokonis stood and walked silently to stand behind Rossanna’s chair.
Having held her breath from the moment Nokonis stood up, she felt the wine swimming in her veins, and her heartbeat in her flushed face.
“Might I suggest we retire to the study. We could continue our conversation there in greater comfort,” he said quietly. Rossanna nearly squeaked when she felt Nokonis’ breath on her hair.