The Immortal Writer

The Immortal Writer

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This story is about a writer that has lived for multiple generations. she is not in fact a vampire but immortal. She has changed her name and writing style to not bring attention to her self through out time, but what would happen if someone makes the connection to her books. when someone shows up at her book signing demanding to know how she has lived for so long. I finished sighing the almost to last persons book and when the last person in the line threw a heavy book on the table, I looked at him and it felt like my breath had been stolen from me. A young man stood in front of me, he had brown fluffy hair and the most gorgeous set of green eyes.. After a few minutes I finally tore my eyes from his gaze to look at the book he set down on the table realizing it was one of my first books from the 18 hundreds. My heart sank, I knew someone would make a connection on day I just wasn't expecting then to make the connection to my first book. "How do you have this?" I asked puzzled. yeah I know it was a stupid question the books are and always have been for the public. meaning he could have easily just bought the dumb thing at a garage sale. "I think I have a better question" He said with a smirk. I couldn't help but notice the way a silver ring in his eyes expanded over the green part of his eyes. That wasn't normal, then again neither was I.
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" you will be fine," he says before letting go of my hand and about to leave. I didn't even realize when my body reacted. Jumping to a standing position I caught his hand. Immediately I felt that electricity once again. What is this? " you need something?" "Who...who are you?" Throwing my question, There was a long silence between us we stood staring into each other's eyes, and I notice he was debating what to say or how to say it. Is it that difficult to answer such a question? " someone who brings you evil and sorrow," he said making me confused. Slowly taking his hand away from my grip he turns to leave once again, but I stopped him again " ok, can I at least get your name?" " you won't be needing it" he slowly turns to leave" also. Stop getting yourself in a complex situation " with that he vanished into the crowd. I turn in confusion to see the bartender wasn't even paying attention, no one was. No one saw what just happen. Who the hell is that man?. Cleopatra is a young surgeon who recently list her job and her mother. She tries to figure out what her next step in life will be and feels completely lost, Until a strange man appears in her life. Saving her not once but twice. Who is this man? Or what is he? She knows very will that he was nothing human and as days pass, She finds her self growing more curious about this man. Not able to forget those unique purple eyes, the need to see him. If a force pulling her. Who is he? What is he? How can she find him?

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