The Vampyre's Slave

By Marion Webb-De Sisto

She’s a slave to the vampyre’s needs.

As a young girl, Elyse has some of her life-force essence taken by Brenwul—a vampyre. He makes her believe what happened was only a dream. Sometime later, he’s cursed by a witch and becomes mean and dark.

Years later, she’s abducted by Brenwul in order to be his essence slave, which means he can take her essence whenever he chooses. Now she knows he’s not just a dream character from her childhood. Elyse is afraid, but makes friends with one of Brenwul’s helpers. When the vampyre discovers this, jealousy prompts him to punish both of them, and she presumes he’ll drain their life-force essence. Brenwul uses his power to make Elyse want to have sex with him. This happens, and she loves his dominant vampyre nature.

Will the curse ever be broken? Is Elyse genuinely attracted to Brenwul? And is it possible for a cursed vampyre to also be a hero?

Reader Advisory: This Paranormal Romance introduces the reader to a cursed hero, someone from his past, and a dose of sexy vampyre punishment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910899861

Marion Webb-De Sisto

Marion Webb-De Sisto was born and grew up in the UK, but spent many years working and raising her family in the US. At present, she lives in South East England with her American husband. She describes him as her hero. Marion enjoys creating romantic tales about demons, fallen angels and vampyres. Her heroes are dark and threatening, but have a core of goodness inside them. Her heroines, who are not always fully human, fight for what they believe in.This author describes herself as a people watcher and uses her many years of working and communicating with people as a blueprint for ‘fleshing out’ her fictional characters. She has also written several non-fiction books that explore certain metaphysical subjects. Do stop by and pay Marion a visit.

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THE VAMPYRE’S SLAVE

World of Kurbridor 5

Marion Webb-De Sisto

She’s a slave to the vampyre’s needs.

As a young girl, Elyse has some of her life-force essence taken by Brenwul—a vampyre. He makes her believe what happened was only a dream. Sometime later, he’s cursed by a witch and becomes mean and dark.

Years later, she’s abducted by Brenwul in order to be his essence slave, which means he can take her essence whenever he chooses. Now she knows he’s not just a dream character from her childhood. Elyse is afraid, but makes friends with one of Brenwul’s helpers. When the vampyre discovers this, jealousy prompts him to punish both of them, and she presumes he’ll drain their life-force essence. Brenwul uses his power to make Elyse want to have sex with him. This happens, and she loves his dominant vampyre nature.

Will the curse ever be broken? Is Elyse genuinely attracted to Brenwul? And is it possible for a cursed vampyre to also be a hero?

Reader Advisory: This Paranormal Romance introduces the reader to a cursed hero, someone from his past, and a dose of sexy vampyre punishment.

THE VAMPYRE’S SLAVE

World of Kurbridor 5

Marion Webb-De Sisto

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THE VAMPYRE’S SLAVE

Worldof Kurbridor 5

Copyright © May 2016 Marion Webb-De Sisto

ISBN: 978-1-910899-86-1

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the memory of two close friends, Nancy and Carol.

Prologue

Elyse trod gently over the grass trying to avoid trampling the daisies that dotted the greenness. She picked a handful of them, and then skipped over to the shade offered by a large aspen tree. After sitting down, she began to create a daisy chain. Grandma would be mad if she knew her charge had slipped away from her, but she was asleep, and Elyse planned to be back before she awoke. They’d come to this stretch of fields and wooded area for a picnic after which Elyse watched her grandmother relax into the folding chair that always accompanied them on trips to the countryside.

Grandma could be strict at times, yet she’d taken on the responsibility of raising her granddaughter when her own daughter had decided she wanted to take off with the latest boyfriend. That was eight years ago, and in another three months’ time, Elyse would enter her teenage years. She felt excited about growing older, but enjoyed herself at times as a child.

The chain grew longer as she inserted each new daisy into the slit she’d made in the previous stalk. After measuring it around her neck, Elyse decided it was long enough and carefully knotted the final stalk around the flower head of the first daisy. She placed the white and green necklace on herself and thought about gathering more daisies for a second chain. If her grandmother discovered she’d wandered away, a little gift might lessen her annoyance. Elyse was about to get up when she realized someone was standing in front of her.

He was tall and well-built even though he wasn’t yet a man. His jeans looked worn, and his boots were scraped. In contrast, his pale green shirt was immaculate and definitely expensive. He wore it unbuttoned as though it were a jacket. She strained to look up at his face in the bright sunlight and discovered a pair of green eyes staring at her. His hair was even more unusual. It was white-blond, long and appeared to be tied back.

Hi. You startled me. I didn’t know anyone else was here.

For a few moments, he didn’t answer. His stare was even more intense, and Elyse began to feel concerned. She knew her peers weren’t overly friendly, but they tended to ignore rather than frightened her. Yet this youth seemed different.

Finally, he said, You’re a redhead. That means people shun you because that color hair is considered unlucky and the bringer of misfortune.

I know, but I don’t think it’s true. I try to do nice things for my schoolmates and other people. Elyse paused, and then patted the ground beside her. Do you want to sit down? I’m making daisy chains. You can make one, too. If you don’t know how to join the daisies, I’ll show you.

He stooped down and brought his face close to hers. Do you think I’m here to make daisy chains? Don’t you know what I am?

You’re a boy—sorry, I mean a teenager. If you don’t want to make a chain, that’s fine. I was just trying to be friendly.

You don’t know what I am, and that’s most unwise of you. Right now you should be running away instead of sitting here.

Elyse tried to move back from him, but the trunk of the tree prevented her. Who are you?

I’m Brenwul, and I’m a vampyre. He sported an evil grin. What’s your name?

It’s Elyse. Vampyres feed on people’s life-force essence, but you won’t want mine because it’s probably unlucky and wouldn’t feel good. She hoped that would deter any vampyre cravings he might have.

Brenwul laughed. You’ll have to do better than that. I couldn’t care less what humans think about red hair. I’m ready to feed, and you’re the only meal that’s handy. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and anchored her arms above her head against the tree trunk. His other hand now lay on her chest.

Elyse tried to struggle as she experienced the sensation of life being drawn from her body. It didn’t hurt, yet felt odd. She opened her mouth to scream, but his hand moved from her chest and covered her mouth.

No, no, little one, don’t scream. Your essence is delicious, and I’m going to take all of it.