Well, here’s a big fat whoopsie!! Writer Dad just reminded me that I was going to post an excerpt from my novel (or lack of a novel) for NaNoWriMo. I’m warning you this is just pure writing without editing, and it doesn’t necessarily fit together. So, without further ado, here are two small excerpts from my ranting, oh, I mean writing.
…We simply stood that way, staring at each other in the twilight, the dust motes dancing, dancing, dancing. I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed with intrigue. My brain couldn’t fathom his beauty. Suddenly the room was an inferno. I could feel a single bead of persperation trickle down my spine. I realized that the rasping sound I heard was my breath. I abruptly held it, willing myself to calm.
I blinked. Blinking is a term I use lightly, for so much can happen in a blink… As my eyes unrolled from the back of my head and my lids lifted, he was there, a hands-breath away from me. He smelled of musk with a hint of ginger. He watched me intently, drinking in my entire being. His gaze roved over me, searching for a hint of fear. He found none. I was however, alarmingly aroused. Every sense was on overload. I couldn’t form a single thought. Suddenly, I found myself in his eyes, and I smiled. He was dumbstruck, for one iota of one tenth of a second, then his features smoothed over as if the feeling never occured. My smile broadened, a sensual pout with the corners upturned. My instinct kicked in. I molded myself to him and demanded a kiss with my lips. He was stunned. He stood like marble, unmoving. He carefully extricated himself from my insistent embrace. I held my breath to keep from panting. It was quite unbecoming of me, I must admit…
…I couldn’t ignore her striking beauty. If my lungs held breath I would have been holding it. My fingers itched to tangle themselves in her curls. All other thoughts ceased to exist but this: I must have her! I could stop at nothing until I had her in my arms. Her blood sang to me from across the crowded, stuffy gentle men’s club. The voices around me became an incoherent hum. I needed her. I suddenly couldn’t imagine a world without her. I carefully watched her exit the club with some young men, one I was assuming to be her father or her brother or her betrothed… But wait, I hadn’t recalled a ring on her finger, and the men were all too young to be her father. No sooner had she left that I was shaken from my reverie by a glass shattering. Before anyone could move, I looked up to see the serving girl terror stricken. I realized I was baring my fangs. I exited the common room in less than a blink of an eye. Too late the men in the room looked to see why the glass broke, I was already gone. What was wrong with me?! I’d never bared my teeth in a public place. Who could this insignificant creature be to inspire such folly on my part? Taken aback, I took my leave in search of a meal. I found my hapless victim in an alley, well beyond the bottom of his cups. He went quietly in a drunken stupor as I drained him of his life. I laughed to myself as I wandered the deserted streets drunk off a drunkards blood. Probably some industrial worker who lost his job or his family or both. I stumbled upon a whore, skirt hiked up, lewdly thrusting her hips and bosom at any drunken fool passing by. She smiled coyly at me and caressed the lapels of my jacket. Care for a good time? she inquired. I laughed and told her my good time was to die for…
Well? Tell me what you think!!!
