Torn: Sacrifices Of A Vampire Prince

By Shala Breece

As the heir to the Melosy Clan, Julian has his work cut out for him. Julian Devon is a vampire, but not an ordinary vampire. The Melosy Clan had developed a resistance to the effects of sunlight; they could move about in the daylight with little ill effect. Julian moves around in the daytime, satisfying his lust for beautiful women. But there's just one problem. These women all seem to be having a negative reaction to his vampire touch. He is forced to decide whether he will allow these possessed women to roam the streets, killing any and everyone in their path, or whether he can destroy the women he loves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xplicit Press
• Release date: Sep 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781623272517

Shala Breece

Erotica Short Fiction writer on who loves to read, write and blog Erotic Fiction.

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As the heir to the Melosy Clan, Julian has his work cut out for him. Julian Devon is a vampire, but not an ordinary vampire. The Melosy Clan had developed a resistance to the effects of sunlight; they could move about in the daylight with little ill effect. Julian moves around in the daytime, satisfying his lust for beautiful women. But there's just one problem. These women all seem to be having a negative reaction to his vampire touch. He is forced to decide whether he will allow these possessed women to roam the streets, killing any and everyone in their path, or whether he can destroy the women he loves.

Torn: Sacrifices Of A Vampire Prince

Chapter 1

Junk, all junk. Julian Devon was channel surfing, mechanically clicking the remote, looking for something—anything—to watch. He flipped past a show he recognized and then clicked back to the channel. He’d come across a re-run of a hugely popular vampire series from a few years back. He watched the images with increasing disbelief, finally laughing out loud.

Fantasy is right. This is about as far removed from the truth as they can get. I could make a fortune writing real-life scripts for Hollywood, instead of this drivel they pass off. Julian snapped off the television, tossing the remote on the couch. He paced back and forth in his apartment, not wanting to go out but not wanting to stay in either. He drifted to the window, looking down on the crowded New York street below. He watched the pedestrian traffic, mentally categorizing those who interested him and why, and passing over those who did not excite him at first glance.

Julian Devon was a vampire, but not an ordinary vampire. In the crowd below, he could sense individual pulses, the beating of their human hearts pumping life blood through their veins. This, to him and his clan—to any vampire for that matter, was perfectly normal.

However, what made Julian unique from most vampires was his ability to move about in the daylight. His clan, the Melosy, had developed over the millennia a certain resistance to the effects of sunlight; they could move about in the daylight with little ill effect. They could not tolerate the brightest sun on a cloudless day without some shade, but this development served them well.

No one in the clan really knew the how’s or why’s of this ability; legends passed down over time told of werewolves in the bloodline or of a curse that had gone wrong, none of which could be proved. But no one in the clan needed to pinpoint what allowed them to move about in the daylight. They had made it their source of strength and power.

As the next heir to the Melosy throne, Julian was well aware of that power coursing through his veins, and he was anxious to put it to use. But the current leader of the Melosy clan was his uncle, Samuel, who had no desire, or need, to step down. Samuel told Julian his age and lack of experience was keeping him from being ready to assume control of the clan any time soon. Julian chafed at the restrictions he found himself under and longed to escape, to get away until it was his turn to lead the clan.

From the street below, something suddenly caught Julian’s attention, something elusive in the mix of that humanity that grabbed his senses and captivated him. There was some person, a woman—one singular woman—in the crowd whose very life essence called to him.

He closed his eyes and let his mind open completely to the sensations he was feeling, trying to locate the source of this rush that filled his body and mind. He felt his mind flow to the street, brushing against the subconscious of the people on the sidewalk as he searched for this elusive being. In some of the minds, he touched he could feel disgust at his presence, attraction in others. Some were completely blocked to him, and some were shocking in their revelations. But he didn’t want to linger on those he was not interested in, not tonight.

The scent grew stronger; he was very close. He allowed his body to catch up to his mind and found himself materializing behind a slender young woman with long straight blond hair. She was dressed conservatively, just a simple coat over her dress, with bare legs and flat shoes. Nothing at all about her would draw anyone’s attention, least of all Julian. But he sensed there was an inner fire burning here, and he wanted to find that fire, to play