A Vampire's Passion
~ A Romance in Central City | Novella 3 ~
Facing Garrison and with his back turned to her, Brandt couldn’t see where Rachel was, but he could feel her. She was only a few feet from them and she was afraid. Her scent grew syrupy sweet as her anxiety level rose.
“I only want to help. Please don’t be expired.” Her fingertips grazed Brandt’s arm as she reached for the wall.
He glanced to the side, and his gaze met hers. He’d easily been able to see how pretty she was across the street, but standing beside him where he could appreciate every fine detail she was beyond beautiful.
Errant strands of hair floated around her face, having come loose from the thick ponytail hanging down her back. Long eyelashes blinked behind black-rimmed glasses. High cheekbones led to rosy cheeks then down to slightly parted full lips.
She was his most secret fantasy come to life. Every minute detail was exactly as he’d pictured. The curve of her eyebrows, the shape of her ears, the slight dimple in her chin. All of it was exactly as he’d imagined.
Sharp pangs pounded in Brandt’s chest. Then his heart stopped with a sudden thud. Four seconds later it began beating again only to come to an abrupt stop three beats later.
Her gaze went from Brandt to Garrison.
“Huh!” Her eyes widened. “What are you doing to him?” Not waiting for an answer, she reached down and picked up a broken chair that had been discarded into the alley. “Get off him.”
The chair crashed over Brandt’s back twice before he could gather his thoughts to understand what was happening. With the third whack he toppled against Garrison.