Dark Lords 2: Seized by the Vampire Lord

By Jaide Fox

She sought sanctuary. What she found was a man of her most vivid dreams...and nightmares....

Daegon Erlansson vowed to possess the flame-haired beauty for his voracious appetites. Long had he lived in solitude, alone with his immense powers in his accursed wood. His thirst for her innocent blood was strong. And her struggles against his rough seduction only enflamed the passion stirring his undead blood to feverish heights.

Cerise Bordeaux would be his. At any cost....

Rating: Length--novella. Previously released as Red as Blood. Contains graphic explicit sex and adult language, erotic content, alpha tortured hero as well as mild/moderate BDSM and forced seduction. Also contains an excerpt from upcoming full length novel, Heart of Darkness

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jaide Fox
• Release date: Dec 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301663781

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Dark Lords 2:

SEIZED BY THE VAMPIRE LORD

By

Jaide Fox

ISBN 9781301663781

Copyright 2012 by Jaide Fox

Smashwords Edition

Cover art by Eliza Black © copyright December 2012

www.jaidefoxbooks.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Other titles by Jaide Fox:

Shadowmere Book One: Marked by the Beast

Dark Lords 1: Captured by the Dark Lord

Dark Lords 2: Seized by the Vampire Lord

Dark Lords 3: Ensnared by the Dream Lord

Intergalactic Mayhem: Intergalactic Bad Boys

Intergalactic Mayhem: Intergalactic Pain in the Ass

Demon Huntress Book One: Sacrificed

Summoner’s Captive

Earth Girls Aren’t Easy

His Forbidden Fruit

Night Shade

Sexdroids

The Sky Fox

Archangel

Captured by Aliens: Alien Captive

Chapter One

Trespassers, especially beautiful ones, are violated. Survivors are lunch.

Cerise Bordeaux stared at the man who had abruptly appeared before her on the forest path. There was humor in his voice, but his eyes gleamed with intent. She felt her heart flutter with a combination of fright and, god help her, excitement. He was as beautiful as the devil himself, and just as clearly a minion. There was no doubt in her mind that he was the vampire lord of legend, Daegon Erlansson.

Cerise had anticipated encountering problems when she made the decision to go in search of her sister, who had been taken by some demon and held captive. It wasn’t as if she actually knew where to look for her sister. Then too, she had the worst sense of direction.

She hadn’t expected to encounter this sort of problem, however. She’d been lost for hours. It seemed to her that fate had laden her with enough problems without adding the accursed vampire lord to her troubles. Misfortune piled upon misfortune. First a wolf had startled her mare, whom she’d depended upon to show her the way. The frightened mare had swept her from the saddle with the aid of a low-hanging limb, and she had been trying ever since to catch up to the horse. Now this.

I saw no signs, Cerise said carefully, casting about for a weapon. There was nothing within reach but dirt and dried brush, and thinking realistically, she didn’t have much hope of fending off a vampire should he choose to attack.

Perhaps because there are none?

Cerise gave him an indignant look and crossed her arms over her chest. Well, if that is the case, I fail to see how you can accuse me of trespassing.

Daegon gave her an odd sort of look. My dear child, have you no notion of who these wood belong to?

Cerise considered lying, but it was likely, being a son of the devil, that he could read minds. With alarm, she wondered if he could manipulate them too. ‘Twas best not to think on that route. Obviously you, she retorted, opting somewhat for the truth, But how was I to know that?

Daegon tilted his head to one side, studying her as if he had just discovered a rare find. Something lit in his eyes, and she was certain it boded ill. And now that you do know? he asked curiously.

I shall leave, of course. Only point the way to me, for I am lost in these accursed woods and have been half the day.

A thin smile curled the vampire lord’s lips. He was really quite handsome, Cerise thought vaguely. Not so handsome that she was willing to allow him to violate her, but far more handsome than any living man she knew. Or dead either, for that matter.

A thin beard cut across the line of his jaw, and along with the mustache, lent him a dastardly look, more akin to a wicked rogue than some demon spawn. Hair like the night parted on his high forehead, curling over his shoulders in wanton disarray. His face was haunted angles; a distinctly squared jaw line; blade of a nose; thick brows that arched high and pulled deep when he frowned; hollow cheeks and sharply high cheekbones. But it was his eyes that were so arresting. They seemed to stare straight through her, into the chaos of her mind. Color indistinguishable with the night, she could only guess what hue they were, but she rather imagined a soulless black, or perhaps red as the blood of his victims.

She shuddered at the thought, unable to consider the mental image of feeding, but the vision of him suckling a woman’s neck toyed with her imagination. Would it be painful, or the ecstasy others believed? She liked that line of thought even less, and half wondered if he’d planted the image in her mind merely to toy with her.

I do believe I am going to enjoy this, he murmured, taking a step toward her.

Her eyes widened. She took a step back. There’s no need to be nasty about this. I am perfectly willing to leave.

He moved a step closer. Ah, but you’re assuming that I would allow it.

Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Cerise whirled and fled back down the path, in the direction from which she had come. She was certain if she just followed the path, she could at least find her way back to where her horse had thrown her and perhaps the damnable beast had returned by now. A wicked laugh echoed through the forest around her, raising the hair on the back of her neck like a shock. It sounded unnervingly close. She didn’t dare risk a look behind her. Instead, throwing caution to the wind, she leapt from the path and tore off through the woods.

Her breath was coming so hard and fast, she felt dizzy from it, but she didn’t dare slow her steps. She plowed through the frost-killed brush, still thick enough to hamper her speed, but she hoped it would disguise her path through the wood. Leaping a low tangle of vines, she jumped behind the broad trunk of a tree and paused, trying to steady her breath, trying to listen for sounds of pursuit.

You are flushed, my dear, murmured a voice directly in her ear.

Cerise spun around with a startled gasp and gaped at the man who had appeared seemingly from out of nowhere.

The color becomes you.

Cerise screamed and stomped his foot, shoving his chest at the same moment. She wasn’t certain whether she’d actually managed to knock him from his feet, or if he’d merely vanished again, but she didn’t wait around to find out. She turned toward the path once more, or at least the direction she thought which the path layed. The trees seemed to reach out to grab her, tearing at her clothing as she fled as fast as her feet could carry her. A briar caught her bodice, ripping it from neckline almost to her waist. Gasping, she grasped the edges of her torn bodice and ran faster.

Before she quite knew what had happened, she stumbled into a tiny brook. She gaped at the water swirling around her feet. Her legs immediately began going numb with the cold. She didn’t think she could feel much more miserable, unless someone tipped a bucket of the water over her head.

Cerise searched her mind, grasping for bearings. She didn’t remember crossing a brook before. Where was that twice damned path she’d followed?

As she turned, wondering how she’d gotten her sense of direction so twisted around, she saw the vampire lounging on a flat rock that bordered the bank, a half smile curling his lips. Her heart flip-flopped in her chest and she froze.

He trailed a hand in the water, his smile inviting, as if they were on a picnic together. You seem a little breathless, sweeting. Shall I remove that tiresome corset as well?

Cerise stared at him, trying to cover herself with little success. She tucked the edges of her bodice into her corset as she gave him an evil eye. "You villain! It was you who ripped my bodice!"

He looked pleased with himself. Cerise wanted to slap him. A paltry trick.

A low trick, she retorted, putting every ounce of disgust she held into her voice. Her reaction served only to amuse him more. Seeing he was no imminent threat at that moment, Cerise looked around a little desperately as she tried to get her bearings.

He pointed over his shoulder. The path is that way, my love.

Cerise glared at him indignantly. As if she would believe him. She wasn’t about to fall for that one.

Hiking her wet skirts to her knees, she slogged through the creek and up the other side. She developed a stitch in her ribs as she ran, and she clutched the pain, forcing