The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett

Sanguelascivia,
being subjected to engaging in all of those shameful acts.  My angel is so far
above that.  And I have left her there in hell.  Which is where I deserve to
be!  In hell for my selfish sins.
    “This is beyond what I expected, Niccolò, you are most
gracious” I replied earnestly, pushing aside my self-mutilating contemplations.
    “Well then, I shall give you a moment to settle yourself.  Please,
take as much time as you require and I look forward to your joining me
downstairs when you are ready.”  Niccolò smiled as he turned to go, closing the
door quietly behind him, leaving me alone.
    I turned back and stared in awe at the room for a long
moment before carrying my bag to the settee at the foot of the bed and sitting
upon it.
    Upon unfastening my satchel, the heavenly scent of her swiftly
permeated the air about me, carrying with it her beautiful memory.  Flinging
the contents of the bag all about me— all of which now were saturated in the same
aroma, at last I came across the gown I had swiped from her chamber when last I
was in her presence. 
    Lifting it to my face I let my eyes fall shut and breathed
in long and slow.  Her intoxicating aroma infiltrated my head, moving straight
to my heart and shaking my soul, bringing the presence of her back to life.  I
moved to the bed, and laid down, clutching it against me and let the wave of
emotion I had so carefully held back the past few days take over, the hot tears
escaping down my cheeks.
     

     
    L ike leaves upon the Tuscan breeze, the years they passed
by, though never did the memory of Giuliana fade from me.  It remained just as
strong as the day I last saw her, last held her in my arms.  Always with me she
remained, safe in my heart, every moment of each new day.  I held tight to the
faith that we would be together again.  I just did not know when…
    Niccolò and I had established a nice comfortable life
together.  Though I was his servant, never did he try to take advantage or push
the limits of my comfort level, and he was always careful to make sure I was
willing before requesting something of me.  When first I arrived, in the
fragile condition I was in, he required nothing at all of me, instead allowing
me as much time as I needed to settle, leaving it to me to offer my blood to
him.  Because I felt absolutely no pressure from him, in little time I yielded
my body to him.  As a lover, he proved to be gentle and attentive, holding my
needs just as highly as his own.
    He truly was not only the most decent Vampire I had ever
known, but more so, he was the most decent man I had ever known!  Something
which I had not previously thought possible.
    Then suddenly one day, this female Vampire just
showed up on our doorstep.
    “Vincenzo,” Niccolò called me into the foyer, his tone
joyous as was so typical of him.  “I want you to meet a very dear old friend of
mine!”
    As I made my way into the foyer, there stood a somewhat
disheveled woman with a head of wild red curls, a stark contrast to her pearl
white flesh, her permanently anguished eyes an ethereal shade of topaz, shining
like jewels. 
    “Ah Vincenzo,” Niccolò wrapped his arm about me as I
positioned myself at his side. “May I present Aislinn MacAuliffe.”
    She smiled and out of courtesy I took her hand and brought
it to my lips.  I stepped back suddenly, stunned that it was warm instead of
the typical ice cold flesh.
    Just what sort of creature is she?
    She looked like Vampire.  But never had I known a
Vampire to have warm skin.  Never.
    And yet, human I was certain she was not either.  So
then, what was she?
    “I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, Vincenzo,” the
creature said in a lyrical voice.
    “I have invited Aislinn to reside here with us,” Niccolò
exclaimed, as though it were something for me to be excited about, as well.
     A bit taken aback, I blinked my eyes several times before
finding the appropriate words.  I did not want some