Unholy Embrace vampire novel by Neil Benson - waiting for her mortal lover

Nessa waiting for Frank to return to her. A vampire has eternal life, but waiting during the most important times can be excruciating *************************.

I hoped, under the right circumstances, I could explain to Frank that even though I was a vampire, he had never been, nor would he ever be, in any danger from me. If I have learned anything in over four hundred years, it's that life rarely works out as we would like it to, but rather in random, unpredictable ways we neither want nor expect. It's at those moments, we must be flexible and adapt, or watch our hopes and dreams evaporate before our eyes.

The argument between us over the circumstances of our coming together was pointless. Although I manipulated him to some degree, it was unfair for him to blame everything on me. I tapped into a sexual side of him with which he had not been in contact. Although not shy, there is a cautious and, at times, distrustful side to him. He not only let go of his inhibitions with me, but he got in touch with levels of passion he had never experienced before.

It would have been simpler for me, and for us, if Frank had accepted my offer of immortality. But did I want to condemn Frank to an eternal life living at the fringe of humanity, living only at night, never seeing the colors of the world during daylight? I knew he would be tempted to accept my offer based on the books he had in his apartment. But I couldn't be sure, and I didn't want him to make that choice. I fell in love with a mortal man, not with another vampire. The qualities I loved and admired such as his honesty, tenderness, and his passion for life were based on his humanity.


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Unholy Embrace vampire novel by Neil Benson - meeting with a vampire

Frank, the mortal, and Nessa, the vampire, getting to know one another.

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You're an architect in his mid-thirties who would rather be a painter,” she said without hesitation. She leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers, her bright green eyes studying my every move.


“How do you know that?” Was she a mind reader or something?

“There are traces of light green ocher paint under the nails of your index and middle fingers on your right hand.”

I couldn't see anything, even when I held my nails under a light.

“I have excellent vision, especially at night.”

“There's nothing there to see,” I said.

“You failed to wash off all the ocher and pale yellow egg tempera paint you used.” She licked her lips.

Nessa had just described the colors I had been working with earlier in the evening. “I don't know how you guessed what I was using. There's no way anyone could see the paint in this dim light.”

“A vampire could.” She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and showing the tips of sharp pointed fangs.

“Are those real?” I asked in a voice barely a croak. My heart beat faster and the hairs on the nape of my neck stood up.

“There’s only one way to find out.” She raised her upper lip, giving me a better view of her fangs.

I backed away and started to rise, when she laughed.

“Sit down. I've no intention of hurting you.”

“That's good to know.” I laughed nervously. “What do you want from me?”

“To get to know you better.”
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“Why?” Considering what I had seen in the last five minutes, a little caution seemed appropriate.

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