NightFall: Book One: Bloodlust Is the Cure for the Immortal Soul by Anastacia Kelley
Authors: Anastacia Kelley
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about how much work and cleaning she was doing when in reality, she did very little. The fact of the matter was that my friend, Annabel and I did everything, including paying all dues. I began getting angry at the fact that Jacques acted like he owned everything around him. He wanted everything his way. He was very spoiled. Lenette was no different. She acted as though she was the servant of the household. In truth, Lenette and Jacques were frauds. They wanted the high life without working or paying for it.
“There was a time Annabel had some kind of temporary head sickness and needed to be watched until it passed. I sacrificed time and money to stay with her. Jacques and Lenette did not care. If it was not about them or if it was not happening to them, it was not worth their time.
“After months and months of this treatment, I started feeling depressed. I had no time to myself. Lenette and Jacques were always wanting something or trying to control Annabel or me. Eventually, I snapped. I had had all I was going to take from those emotional and money hungry leeches with evil souls. I was sorely tempted to d rain them dry. They were not friends to me any more. But I kicked them out and told them never to shadow my doorstep again or else.
“I know I should have done that earlier but since I felt a friendship with them at first, I tried giving them a chance to prove themselves. As you can tell, they never did. I heard a couple of years later that Jacques and Lenette were stoned to death in the city for beating an older man nearly to death for his jewels. The man they thrashed was a very important figure. They had no idea or they did not care. Either way, they were justly punished for their crime.
“But after I threw them out, Annabel and I lived quite happily until her passing four years later.” Saldivar finished that last statement on a sad note. He looked pained to even say it.
“They never even knew I was a vampire. Mainly because I would never partake of a friend’s blood u nless they are t o be transformed .”
*
Van knew Saldivar lived in the lap of luxury now. Women, single or not, threw themselves at him. He was not an egotistical man by any means but he did bask in the glow of all the devotion. Women were willing to stick their necks out for him. It seemed effortless for him. They would only remember the encounter as an erotic dream. Nothing more. The two tiny marks would have disappeared before they noticed.
Saldivar enlightened him of this. He could take without force. Without provocation. Without injuring his prize. He could drink at his leisure. He was clever at not calling any undue notice to himself when he went about his nightly feedings.
As for a mate, Van knew of none. But as time went on, he often wondered why. Wondered if Saldivar ever had any one special or just preferred his solitude. He figured that, eventually, Saldivar would want a female companion and mentioned it to him one day. Saldivar’s answer was simple but elusive. “One day, I will explain.” That was all he ever said about it.
Van was more baffled than ever. Every one needed companionship. One person to complement the other. He, of all people should know what alone felt like. He could not conceive going four hundred plus years without a female by your side. He strongl y doubted Saldivar could as well. But Saldivar held fast to his reply. He would tell his anecdote one day. Unlike Van, Saldivar had all the time in the world. Van would wait patiently. He knew there was a reason why Saldivar was closed-mouthed on some things. If he had explained to him about his life long ago before they were in his home, Van would have rushed to the busy streets, screaming like a lunatic that there was a vampire in the alley. Enter the men white coats. The asylum. Then death.
Saldivar knew that that is what would have happened. He had to build some type of trust. If he did not, Van would have been put away, making it much more difficult to
“There was a time Annabel had some kind of temporary head sickness and needed to be watched until it passed. I sacrificed time and money to stay with her. Jacques and Lenette did not care. If it was not about them or if it was not happening to them, it was not worth their time.
“After months and months of this treatment, I started feeling depressed. I had no time to myself. Lenette and Jacques were always wanting something or trying to control Annabel or me. Eventually, I snapped. I had had all I was going to take from those emotional and money hungry leeches with evil souls. I was sorely tempted to d rain them dry. They were not friends to me any more. But I kicked them out and told them never to shadow my doorstep again or else.
“I know I should have done that earlier but since I felt a friendship with them at first, I tried giving them a chance to prove themselves. As you can tell, they never did. I heard a couple of years later that Jacques and Lenette were stoned to death in the city for beating an older man nearly to death for his jewels. The man they thrashed was a very important figure. They had no idea or they did not care. Either way, they were justly punished for their crime.
“But after I threw them out, Annabel and I lived quite happily until her passing four years later.” Saldivar finished that last statement on a sad note. He looked pained to even say it.
“They never even knew I was a vampire. Mainly because I would never partake of a friend’s blood u nless they are t o be transformed .”
*
Van knew Saldivar lived in the lap of luxury now. Women, single or not, threw themselves at him. He was not an egotistical man by any means but he did bask in the glow of all the devotion. Women were willing to stick their necks out for him. It seemed effortless for him. They would only remember the encounter as an erotic dream. Nothing more. The two tiny marks would have disappeared before they noticed.
Saldivar enlightened him of this. He could take without force. Without provocation. Without injuring his prize. He could drink at his leisure. He was clever at not calling any undue notice to himself when he went about his nightly feedings.
As for a mate, Van knew of none. But as time went on, he often wondered why. Wondered if Saldivar ever had any one special or just preferred his solitude. He figured that, eventually, Saldivar would want a female companion and mentioned it to him one day. Saldivar’s answer was simple but elusive. “One day, I will explain.” That was all he ever said about it.
Van was more baffled than ever. Every one needed companionship. One person to complement the other. He, of all people should know what alone felt like. He could not conceive going four hundred plus years without a female by your side. He strongl y doubted Saldivar could as well. But Saldivar held fast to his reply. He would tell his anecdote one day. Unlike Van, Saldivar had all the time in the world. Van would wait patiently. He knew there was a reason why Saldivar was closed-mouthed on some things. If he had explained to him about his life long ago before they were in his home, Van would have rushed to the busy streets, screaming like a lunatic that there was a vampire in the alley. Enter the men white coats. The asylum. Then death.
Saldivar knew that that is what would have happened. He had to build some type of trust. If he did not, Van would have been put away, making it much more difficult to
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