A Dark Gift

A Paranormal Romance written from the male point of view.

In a world where vampires are known to exist, people will do anything to obtain the dark gift. When Jules awakens strapped to a bed, he knows he’s a vampire. The only thing that will make it perfect is if he can change the girl he met while working as a bartender in San Francisco. Jules has never wanted a woman as much as he wants Cayley, and he has very particular tastes. Jules’ sire, master vampire Kosta, demands that he stay away from her and instead focus on the colony. But Jules has never let himself be controlled by anyone, and he’s not about to start now.

Nineteen year-old Cayley is an orphan living with her grandparents and home from university for the summer. She’s had a crush on the handsome bartender Jules since she handed him a fake ID and he still served her. When he shows up one night and reveals his change, she is more than welcome to accept the gift. However, Jules offer contains a stipulation: she must agree to be his completely – mind, body and soul. Cayley doesn’t entirely understand the promise she has made until she learns the nature of his desires...

I begin to kiss her ear, and she melts into me, tilting her head slightly so her neck is exposed, like an offering. I’ve heard stories about this happening from other vampires, and it takes all my control to stop myself.
“I want you,” I whisper, “and I want you to give yourself to me.”
“And if I don’t?”
I frown and pull back. Faced with the reality of it, I don’t want to force her, and it is a sobering thought.
“Then I will leave you.”
Her face falls and she looks down at the table.
“Do you want to control me?” she asks, and I’m surprised the direction the conversation has headed. “I mean, I’ve heard stories of vampires who just want to use humans for nourishment and...sex. You know—those underground clubs.”
So there is more to Cayley than meets the eye. It surprises me how much she knows and that she can talk about it so candidly.
“What was your question?” I ask, forcing her to clarify.
She takes a deep breath. “Do you want that from me?”
“I want to control you, yes, but I want to deserve to control you.” When she doesn’t respond, I add, “I don’t want the kind of relationship you described, no.”
“Then what?”
Her blue eyes are staring at me as if trying to read my mind. It is obvious now that she is interested in—or at least intrigued by—what I’m suggesting. Has she imagined herself with a vampire before, or am I already controlling her somehow?
“I want you to be mine. I want to grant you immortality.”
A slow smile slips across her face until she is almost beaming, and I have my answer. She’s wanted to be a vampire all along.
“But I have a price,” I shrug and lazily take another sip of my wine. My equilibrium has been restored. I am back in the driver’s seat.
“The control thing,” she says simply.
“Almost,” I say and move a strand of hair off her face. “I want you to be mine forever. Anything I want, you will obey. I want you to be so grateful to me that you will do anything to please me. I’m not interested in forcing anything.”
She bites her lip, as if weighing her options.
“I will be kind. Sometimes I will be tough, but for the most part, I will be kind. I will promise to act only on the best interests of our relationship and to love and protect you.”
“It sounds like a warped marriage vow.”
I laugh. “I suppose it is.”
“I don’t want to kill.”
“There are ways around that.”
She bites her lip again, and this time I lean in and release it with my teeth. A bead of blood forms on the bottom lip and I lick it off to seal the wound—and am not prepared for the rush I feel from my first taste of her blood. I can feel her emotions, her desire to join me wrestling with her desire to live. She is intelligent and loyal, strong and kind, but she is surrendering to my charms and it terrifies her.
“When do I have to decide?” she asks breathlessly.
The door to the wine bar swings open, and in storms Kosta, furious eyes searching the room.
“Now,” I say and grasp Cayley’s wrist. “You have to decide now.”