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About the author:
Olivia Nicol is a wife and mother. Music and movies inspire her writing. This is her first novel/short story. She’s published books of poetry under the name Liv Kalay Hernandez. She resides in Texas with her husband and son.
What inspired you to write your book?
It was inspired by Anthony Hopkins character in the movie Hannibal. I talked to my husband about it, I was like imagine if there was a vampire like him. Threatening, but gentle. Not young like in those teen books, but an older gentleman type of character.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Sarah lays on the ground, her eyes closed. Her arms spread up on either side of her head. She wears a white satin dress, almost in the style of a simple wedding gown. Unable to move, she gazes up at him, as he hovers over her,
Having sucked the blood from wounds in either side of her neck, he was now biting the folds of her inner arms, sucking from there as well.
He pulls back, licking his lips, and freezes when he sees her face. Her brown hair is up in an elegant bun, no tendrils escape, to Mar her lovely face.
She flickers on the edge of unconsciousness, from the loss of blood. She gazes at him with a look of love, admiration, and innocence.
"My sweet Sarah! You went through all this! I'm amazed that you are still here? Why have you not run?" He asks softly, watching her.
She answers drowsily. "I can't leave, I could never leave, since that day I met you, on the street. Even more so, that day I wandered into your library. " She pauses and draws a ragged breath. His eyes widen in shock. He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his mouth, waiting for her to continue.
"It's more than that though. It was what you radiated on the street that day, the kindness that you showed a complete stranger. The caring, the compassion. Your intellect, your love of literature, that's who you are. The person you'll always be, the one I fell in love with…" She lapses into silence. Her eyes close as if she's sleeping.
He gazes down at her softly, and doesn't hesitate. He lies down beside her, and strokes her hair and cheeks softly.
He marvels at the sweetness of her face. Her pallor worried him now, because she was already pale to begin with, but the loss of blood was taking its toll.
Her eyes flicker open at his touch, she gives him the softest of smiles. His heart is touched in a way he has never felt. His eyes burn with regret, and for once, he wished he could cry. He cast his eyes down, ashamed of himself and the things he's done.
"Hey" she whispers softly…. Reaching up weakly to pull his face, so he'll look at her again.
"No tears…" She says softly, though there were no tears…she could feel what his heart felt.