Dreams of Imperial Blood

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All she wanted was to love and be loved. All her heart wanted was the same. But past hurt would not allow her to give herself to anyone.

But her heart cried out for what she would not. And that call was answered by a man who reached out to her across centuries and would change her life...for eternity

A pure, unapologetic vampire romance story. Short, sweet and sigh-inducing, this 6,000 word story is sure to make your heart beat faster.

Excerpt from DREAMS OF IMPERIAL BLOOD -

I dreamed of him.

Or maybe I just dreamed him. Even now, sometimes I find it hard to believe he's real, that he is not just a figment of my over-active imagination.

After the last time, I resigned myself to being alone. The fear of being used and abused again was so great I decided solitude was preferable.

But being alone is not easy. My heart would plead with me, threaten that it would simply cease to beat and I would die if I refused to open it up and let some love into it once more.

But this was no real threat to me. I didn't care if it did cease to beat. My despair was so deep, sometimes I might have welcomed nothingness.

That night is still so vivid in my mind.

I went to my window, opened it, sat and gazed at the platinum glow of the moon. The stars sparkled like diamonds on the black velvet gown that was the night. They were brilliant. Dazzling.

I listened to the night's aria. The sounds were beautiful to me. The wind gently sighed through the remaining autumn leaves that were yet to fall from the gnarled tree branches. Voices filtered up to me from the all-night cafe below my window - people talking, laughing, enjoying the company of friends and lovers. I heard the distant purr of engines off in the distance, the ebb and flow of a thumping beat as the door opened and closed at regular intervals at the club down the street.

These signs of modern life, although I enjoyed them, only deepened my loneliness. I was not one of those people downstairs in the all-night cafe laughing in the company of my friends. I was not one of those people, body still vibrating from the thump of the baseline, leaving the club down the street.

I was just me. Here alone. As always. Suffering in my self-imposed solitude.

And then I heard the sound of a violin; it seemed as if it wept for me, as if its heart was breaking for me and it shared in the mourning of my own heart.

Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't bear the sound any longer. It was just too beautiful. So beautiful and so pure it made my own many flaws glaringly obvious, made me feel even more wretched than I already did.

But I could not close the window. I could not stop listening to its lament.

Because I knew that it played for me. Only for me.

And so I sat there, still, silent, and I listened.

My heart cried out to me one last time to let out the love and the passion it knew I held inside, or to show it mercy and just die, die and end its suffering.

I cried so hard, my suppressed emotion erupting and exhausting me so completely that finally I surrendered to sleep.

It was then I dreamed of him for the first time...