Today, I decided to give you a little bit of La Morte Nera. La Morte Nera started as an original story about two years ago. When I was asked to participate in a series of charity compilations, I edited the story heavily from its original version to fit the compilations, and have recently started playing with it again. I have no plans to do anything publication wise with the story, but I do love tinkering with it! :)
In the story, Anya's being stalked by werewolves, and she has no clue why. When she meets Kaden, a Fae warrior, she learns that a devastating virus has been unleashed, and it's killing the various supernatural races at an alarming speed. As events unfold, Anya realizes that she's not as clueless as she believed, and the wolves have a very good reason for trying to get to her. She may be the only one who can help Kaden find a way to stop the virus, but walking back into the world she left behind years ago will be no easy feat, especially when she's forced to face the realization that the secrets buried with her family may be the only thing that will save the Fae warrior she's falling in love with.
Poor girl. ;)
Here's your teaser for the week. :)
"I know what you're thinking and stop it," Kaden told her, clenching his jaw against the rush of desire churning through him. He wanted to pull Anya into his arms, and hold her. He thrust his hands behind his back instead, away from the temptation she presented. "It's not your fault you were institutionalized, and there's nothing wrong with you."
"Whatever," Anya mumbled, rolling her eyes. Her face flushed, her embarrassment obvious. "Can we go now? I want to get this over with so I can get back to my life."
Kaden wanted to shake her, force her to stop and listen to him, but what would that accomplish? She wasn't ready to hear what he had to say now. She might never be ready. He ground his teeth in frustration and re-inserted the key into the lock, determined to find a way to get through to her.
He turned the knob and pushed the door open in one practiced move.
A hiss sounded from inside the apartment.
Kaden had the knives he'd hidden up his sleeves out of their sheaths and into his hands in an instant. He raised them, ready to throw.
"Kaden, no!" Anya pushed him aside and dove into the dark room. She fell to her knees right inside the door, a white streak barreling straight toward her.
Kaden cursed and grabbed back the knives already leaving his hands. There was no way he'd hit the target before it got to Anya.
The little streak dove into Anya's waiting arms as if on cue.
Kaden leaped to her side, ready to rip the thing from her arms. His desire to protect her overrode every other thought in his mind. His heart raced, blood pumping hard.
"It's just Zee." She held up a white ball of fur for him to inspect. The ball of fur turned in her arms, laid its ears back and hissed at him.
A kitten.
Christ!
He'd forgotten all about her little pet.
He kicked the door closed behind him, slamming the knives back into their sheaths with force. He'd nearly beheaded a kitten. Anya would have loved that. He swore, and turned his attention to the rest of the room. He scanned for any sign of actual danger, his gaze sweeping the area quickly.
Everything looked ordinary.
He looked closer.
The room appeared a little too ordinary, actually. Black carpeting, white furniture, matching black and white curtains, and glass tables bare of mementos of any kind. An inconspicuous television sat on top of an equally inconspicuous stand. A hotel room had more personality than Anya's apartment. So did a hospital.
Who was this lovely girl?
He glanced down at her, the question on the tip of his tongue.
"Shh, Zee," she crooned to the kitten in her arms, ignoring him. "The bad Fae won't hurt you." She scratched behind the animal's ears. "You're a good guard kitty, aren't you?"
The little ball of fur snuggled into her arms and purred in obvious satisfaction.
Kaden shook his head, watching as Anya heaped praise and adoration on the kitten, cuddling the tiny animal to her body and burying her nose in his fur. His chest ached at the soft, dreamy smile on her face.
Would she ever look at him like that?
Damn, he hoped so.
Hmm. Looks like Anya might not be the only one falling in love in this story. ;)
xoxo,
A.K.M.
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