His Mortal Soul. a.c. Mason

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      HIS MORTAL SOUL

      By a.c. MASON

      LYRICAL PRESS

      An imprint of Kensington Publishing Corp.

      KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/

      Chapter 1

      Lorcan Kieran stood behind the pillar a few feet away from her. Dampness lingered in the cool autumn night outside the university’s gymnasium. The annual fall student gathering took place inside.

      Since that morning two weeks ago when he’d laid eyes on her, he’d sensed her. Always. As if her spirit had linked to his. He’d been standing over the side of the bridge, about to jump, when the fog had lifted and she’d appeared in all her splendor. Now the thread between them told him when she rose in the morning and the moment exhaustion claimed her each night.

      She was mo lon dubh. His blackbird. Would he teach her or would she enlighten him? For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of the story his grandmother told of St. Kevin and the Blackbird, how St. Kevin and the Blackbird cared for each other. But he was no saint.

      Her dark wavy hair blew in the wind and her cocoa skin shimmered in the moonlight. More than any other, her scent enticed the monster he had become and the thirst growing inside.

      His mortal soul was damned. If he was able to make it to his ordination, he might have a chance at redemption. This curse of being bitten and becoming a vampire was a test of his faith. And so was she. He couldn’t let her lure him from saving his soul--from lifting the hex. Admittedly, stalking her wasn’t helping him achieve that. Nor did he have any intention of stopping. Father O’Brian would be disappointed, but tonight was Kieran’s last on earth. Better he spend his time where he wanted to be--with her.

      A frat boy wrapped an arm around her and guided her away from the hall through the exit. Inside, students wasted money and brain cells in the name of a good time. The door shut behind the frat boy and her, muting the blaring music. The asphalt pathway where they walked was deserted. The freckle-faced man laughed as he stumbled. The scent of his illicit intent reached Kieran. He hadn’t thought she was that type of woman, but lately he’d learned he was wrong about a great many things.

      The devil and demons weren’t just the stuff of myths and legends. Evil dwelled within the hearts of every human. All that was needed was something to unlock it.

      “I feel strange.” She raised her hand to her face. A pink flush warmed the coloration of her cheeks.

      The lanky frat boy led her to the western student residence building. “How much did you drink, love?” A Dublin native by his speech.

      She pushed his arm off of her and wobbled to the wall. “I didn’t. I don’t ever…” She shook her head and tried to focus. “Shit… Did you put something in my drink?” Her movements were sluggish and uncontrolled.

      “Just put a little something in your drink to help you relax. Come on.” He tugged her. “It’s early, let’s have some fun. My room is just over here.”

      She pulled away from him. “What did you give me…Patrick?” With her forearm, she wiped her forehead. “I’ve got to go.”

      “Relax, Sephora. A little whiskey won’t hurt you.” He backed her against the wall. “You and I are going to have a little fun. I’ve never been with a black chick before.”

      “And this ‘black chick’ won’t be your test run, either.” She shoved him. “I knew that drink didn’t taste right.”

      “What is it with you… Are you a dyke?” He staggered, and pinned her with his much larger frame. “I can eat pussy real good. My last girlfriend said I was as good as any lesbian she had.”

      “Good night, Patrick.” She turned her face from him.

      Kieran waited to see if the boy would leave. Maybe he hadn’t been wrong about her. She didn’t seem to want to go with him.

      The red-faced, the man grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her into the wall. “Calm down. Don’t be such a frigid bitch.”

      “Don’t do this, please!” She yanked free. Tears pooled in her eyes.

      Images from her thoughts flooded Kieran’s mind. She had run in the sand. Droplets had wet her cheeks as fear surged through her. She had been chased down.

      The pounding of her heart thundered in Kieran’s head. The physical scars had healed, but what happened still had its hooks in her deeply.

      A man had grabbed her by her hair and his arm had wrapped around her neck, squeezing the air from her windpipe. The distress had paralyzed her and her limbs had grown heavy. Kieran struggled to breathe and placed a hand on the pillar. The flashes were of a horror she’d experienced.

      “Help!” she screamed. Sheer terror was plain in her shaking voice. “Please, someone help me.”

      The unmistakable plea pulled him from the intensity of her memory.

      The freckle-faced man caught her arm, threw her to the building.

      She grunted in pain.

      The man covered her mouth with his hand. “Shut up.”

      Before Kieran’s thoughts registered his intent, he stood behind the man. These abilities took getting used to. Even the demon within him didn’t like this man touching her.

      Her eyes widened with fear as she met Kieran’s stare.

      He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Let the lady go.”

      “Fuck off, buddy.” He shrugged, attempting to remove Kieran’s hand, but the effort was wasted.

      Kieran pulled the grubby clift away, spun and thrust him into the wall. With ease, he could kill him. The demon craved it. Begged for it. Just one. Feed…us. Kieran gripped the man by the neck and lifted him off the ground. The man’s feet dangled. The pulse beneath his fingers thundered, luring him--and the thirst.

      “I don’t think you understood me.” His strength was one of the changes that he didn’t mind. The being trapped on earth alone for eternity, that came off as a big letdown. It was the possibility of burning in hell that held less appeal to him. He didn’t much like warm climates.

      She covered her eyes and curled into a ball on the ground against the wall. The scent of fresh blood rose from her. She cradled the back of her head.

      His fangs descended and his vision clouded in shades of red. “You’ll never hurt a woman again,” he ordered into the man’s mind with a hiss. “You’re going to go to your room. And you won’t remember this.”

      The freckle-faced man nodded.

      Kieran released him. None too soon either, as the pit in his stomach protested. The man turned from them and ran to the western residence building.

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