The Chosen One: A Vampire Lestat Story

Chapter Two: Desired Too Soon

Chapter 2: Desired Too Soon.

I stared at Lestat as he calls himself. I knew of The Lestat Band and unless you had your head in the sand for the past year, you should have heard of him. I studied his face and was left with little doubt that it was truly him.

He was gorgeous with golden hair that reached just above his shoulder and grey blue eyes. A narrow nose graced his face with high cheekbones. His slim yet ripped torso was slightly revealed through a see-through shirt and he wore leather pants with boots and a buckle. He oozed charm with a sideways smile. His demeanor was neutral, and I knew he meant to put me at ease but that was clearly not going to happen. No guy had ever terrified me like this. On occasion I felt awkward or a little uncomfortable and my accursed uncontrollable blushing had always been an impediment to my romantic life. But this was so out of my realm of experience that it was panic attack inducing.

I looked up at his face and my heart skipped a beat. He was looking down at me with uncensored male dominance. Enthralled by the hunger in his eyes, I took his offered hand. The jolt of energy passing through my body brought such a surge of desire that it stunned and shamed me at the same time.

If I felt unsteady before, now I felt weak all over. Thankfully, I was sitting on the edge of the bed or I would have been falling to the floor about now.

His hand was so cold in mine and in the silence that followed, the hunger I saw in Lestat's expression burned like an inferno.

Oh God!

A guy like this probably had women throwing themselves at him constantly prettier women, elegant, so sophisticated, the assertive kind. He was so far out of my League; he might as well have been from a different planet.

Mortified, I lowered my eyes. A cold touch came under my chin. He was lifting my face to look at him.

Lestat's POV...

In that moment, when our eyes met, I had gotten a glimpse of her soul. This startled me a little, her eyes this up close. I just kept staring, captivated. I felt as if we had known each other before, the connection to her was so strong. It was as if I was coming home to her from a long-lost journey after a long time.

It was all out there in open, her sincere open face, intelligence, her kindness, and the shadow of sadness that shouldn't have been there. And the hesitant yet wonder in her face she had for me.

So sweet. And she was blushing too!

What kind of girl blushes these days? None that I have encountered lately, and for sure none so gorgeously delicious. That demure demeanor floored me.

Combined with the slight whiff of her arousal intermingled with that of her anxiety, the potent elixir cranked the desire of my lust all the way up.

My elongated fangs pricked slightly at my lips. The damn razor-sharp things were threatening to poke through my bottom lip. Oh, how I wanted her.

My imagination ran amok with the things I wanted to do with her. Erotic scenes flash rapidly through my mind's eye.

First, I tighten my grip on her and pull her up and catch her lips kissing the daylights out of her. Then when I got her all breathless, I would rip her clothes off, then...

Yeah. I smiled.

I shook myself out of such a fool notion. Too soon, I must possess her. I had to wait for the right time. It was a romantic thing to think about that at first meeting. I couldn't believe the nonsense that crossed my mind.

For the past couple of nights, I had gone prowling, and my sex starved body was kicking my hormones into overdrive and making me stupid.

Sensing the change in me, Raina pulled away and her hand slipped out of my grasp then she blushed again. Oh fuck, her timid response just threw more gasoline on the fire of my arousal, spurring the predator in me. Taking a deep breath, I accidentally hissed through my clenched teeth.

Oh great, now I was hissing ...real charming Lestat.

She back farther away from me on the bed. I sighed in sadness. Not the first impression I wanted to make right now. I wanted a mate not a meal. I decided to leave her as I compose myself, so I slipped out the door and left her on her own.

Raina's point of view...

I was left in silence after Lestat closed the door. I heard the distinct sound of a lock engaged. I was trapped and his prisoner.

I took a moment to look around my room. The place was beautiful and elegant. It was a magazine perfect room. He had expensive tastes something I was not accustomed to. I lived a poor life and had no family to speak of.

A clock ticked on the mantle of the marble fireplace by the bed. It was so late and besides, the room was quiet, and it unnerved me so terribly. Lestat had left me without any explanation but the look on his eyes told me he struggled inside for control that I didn't understand, and it alarmed me. Maybe it was for the best. Vampires needed to feed, right? I hope he would not do it to me.

The four-poster bed looked more inviting now that I had a first perceived. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I had no more fear of lestat tonight. He had other plans for me than to make me his dinner or I would have been dead by now. Sliding under the covers, I close my eyes. I could hardly fight it anymore, the need to sleep, so I let the blackness take me as I fell into unconsciousness.