Date with a Vampire

By G. RYAN LOVE and CELESTE W. LOVE

Date with a Vampire
. . . . at a glance
Have you ever fallen in
love with someone from whom
everything in your soul tells you to flee? Shalay did. Join the journey
of Shalay as she falls for a vampire. Meet Sean McNeil, vampire, music
producer, and hopeless romantic slash gigolo. As the secrets from the past
unfold, living history walks and romances. Meet Tiffany and Toyoni and
Marlow, as they come along for the ride as Seans sinister past comes back
to hunt them. Sean has drawn his finger across the pages of history.
The past that Sean has tried to out run for two hundred years has come for
him again. No one is safe. No one knows what danger lurks in the shadows.
No one knows the kind of love that lurks in those dark corners either.
Meet Marvin, Seans friend and latest progeny. He, too has a past with
Shalay. See the conflict with him and his master as he tries to redeem the
memory of his late fiance, Shalays dead older sister. The uncle like bond
that has been in the past comes back to life as his womanizer friend tries
to settle down with his honorary niece. He however is somewhat aware
of Seans more nasty acquaintances and desperately tries to stop this sordid
love affair with the supernatural before its too late.
G.Ryan Love, M.Ed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483651859

G. RYAN LOVE

George Ryan Love was born in Chattanooga, TN in a part of town called Harrison on August 12, 1978. His parents are George Matthew Love and Marilyn Love. He has two brothers, Andrew Stephen Love and James Mathew Love. His parents currently live in a part of Chattanooga called Hixson. He went to Red Bank High School, and graduated in 1996. He graduated from the University of Tennessee, Knoxville.TN in 2000. He majored in Political Science and studied Spanish extensively. He attended Asseblies of God Theological Seminary from 2000 ro 2002. From 2003 to 2005 he attended the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga where he received a Master of Education with an English concentration. He received training to teach Spanish and ESL. He taught Spanish at Riverview Middle School. Date With a Vampire is a first novel co-authored by his wife Celeste. Celeste Watonnaya Love was born in Chattanooga, TN on June 5, 1973. She was raised mostly by her mother, Brenda Boston and, her grandmother Helen Boston. She has a younger sister, Shannon Boston who has a son Garrison III, the boy’s father. She had a tumultuous young life and childhood. She attended Tyner High Academy from 1989 to 1991. After many years trying to make It as a musician, she came back to Chattanooga to attend Chattanooga State Community College. She received her G.E.D. IN 2004. She met her soon to be new husband Ryan in May of 2005. She moved to Memphis, TN in January of 2006. She attended Southwest Community College and studied Acting. In June 2007, they moved back to Chattanooga and she and Ryan married in December 29, 2007. In January of 2009 they moved to Knoxville. Celeste continued studying theater at Pellissippi State Community College. She was featured in a school play by Neil Simon called ‘FOOLS.’ She has also has performed with Melee Roots a local bank out of Chattanooga, in 2003. This story was born in 2006 when Ryan said, “Celeste, tell me a story.”

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G. RYAN LOVE & CELESTE W. LOVE

Copyright © 2013 by G. RYAN LOVE & CELESTE W. LOVE.

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Contents

Date with a Vampire

Foreword

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Prologue

About The Authors

Date with a Vampire

. . . . at a glance

H AVE YOU EVER fallen in love with someone from whom everything in your soul tells you to flee? Shalay did. Join the journey of Shalay as she falls for a vampire. Meet Sean McNeil, vampire, music producer, and hopeless romantic slash gigolo. As the secrets from the past unfold, living history walks and romances. Meet Tiffany and Toyoni and Marlow, as they come along for the ride as Sean’s sinister past comes back to hunt them. Sean has ‘drawn his finger across’ the pages of history.

The past that Sean has tried to out run for two hundred years has come for him again. No one is safe. No one knows what danger lurks in the shadows. No one knows the kind of love that lurks in those dark corners either.

Meet Marvin, Sean’s friend and latest progeny. He, too has a past with Shalay. See the conflict with him and his master as he tries to redeem the memory of his late fiancée, Shalay’s dead older sister. The uncle like bond that has been in the past comes back to life as his womanizer friend tries to ‘settle down’ with his honorary niece. He however is somewhat aware of Sean’s more nasty acquaintances and desperately tries to stop this sordid love affair with the supernatural before it’s too late.

— G.Ryan Love, M.Ed.

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Foreword

H ELLO, I AM a vampire, and there are many vampires and we live among you. The most intelligent of you never noticed. I have lived a long time, seen many things. I have traveled the world and most of you don’t know that it’s mine, well not exactly. I have led a secret life but managed to weave myself in and out of public life for centuries, but now the information age has made reinventing oneself increasingly difficult. I have tried to keep most of my life a secret from my human friends, and even I the narcissistic asshole that everyone who loves me seems to call me, have friends. I have made many vampire friends and enemies both younger and older. We all have the same problem, finding love when everyone you know including yourself is dead. The need to drink human blood, the inability to eat solid food, the allergy to sunlight, and sleeping in coffins doesn’t make you a fun date.

Although I live in darkness, I still miss the light. I don’t mean just sunlight, but the light of mortal love. Ah, damn the rules I am going to find my love. I was married a long time ago. I outlived them; I want a bride that I won’t out live this time. If only becoming a vampire was not so damn dreadful. Did I mention I can fly?

Chapter 1

I T WAS A balmy night in the Bronx. It had rained all day and the streets were flowing with dirty water and small debris. The streets were full of the sounds of chaos. People screaming and fighting were in earshot. For a vampire, that would include most of the city. Sean was headed for the Spot that night for a drink. He was accompanied by his friend, Marvin. Sean McNeil was tall and slender. He had piercing blue eyes; the color of the sky after the sun has just risen. His hair was between platinum blonde and the color of the sun. All the women swooned over him.

He was what you would call a metrosexual. His dress was elegant and immaculate. His suit was royal blue with green emerald cufflinks, and his sheer silk shirt was one shade lighter than the suit. His shoes were a dark black gator, with a belt to match. His print in his pants, well-known to several ladies as the nicest that they had ridden, even with the trip to the hospital for anemia. Sean was Irish born and paler than the moon. The only way for his skin to have the slightest color and warmth; that is to appear human he must do an inhuman thing, drink blood.

Marvin Haskins was Sean’s companion and fledgling since the 80’s. He was tall, but not as tall Sean’s 6’1." His skin was the color of Hershey’s dark chocolate, but a little pale. Being a vampire made his complexion ashy. His dress was the complete opposite of his sire. He wore a cream colored leather jacket, black boots, a light brown cotton shirt, and loose fitting chocolate brown leather pants.

No one knew Sean was the club’s owner, and that is how he liked it. They walked in unassumingly so as not to let on that they had come in together.

Why must you dress like a faggot, Sean? Marvin jabbed as they entered the club.

Much sexier than looking like you just got on parole. You look like a thug scoping his next baby mama, Sean retorted, with a smirk Marvin dreamed of knocking off his face for decades.

They passed through the crowds like ghosts. The club was full of the sights and sounds of men and women drinking, dancing, and looking for someone to go home with. Sean and Marvin were passing amongst the mass of disjointed human debauchery grazing the bodies of women they found appealing.

However, Sean was resigned to the notion that drinking from one of them would be akin to drinking cheap mead from a scraggly toothless dung smelling barmaid from his hometown centuries ago. It might sustain him and his thirst but not fulfill his appetite.

A drink… . The usual, Sean murmured.

Suddenly it was 1525 again on July 14th, Sean’s 25th birthday. He was talking to his red-haired beauty of a wife, Mary. Dublin was a buzz about the discovery of the Americas. Everyone wanted to become a sailor, it seemed. Nobody wanted to stay home and farm.

The king in London ordered that every able-bodied man join the Royal Navy. Sean had his fill of fighting with the English, and sure as hell did not want to do a damn thing to help the son of a bitch. Others wanted to be part of colonizing the New World.

So what do you think about the sailing idea, darling? Mary asked, Your father was talking about going to settle.

Not interested, Sean replied because he had something else on his mind. We are already too busy with the pearling to care anything about that inbred bastard’s quest for world domination.

Sean was eying the outline of Mary’s perfectly round and delectable buttocks. He playfully bit the soft and billowy mound of her left cheek. Ouch! she exclaimed, with a smile, What the hell are you doing biting my arse? She knew good and well what was on his mind.

He took her to the bedroom, laid her down singing some Gaelic love song. He crawled on his knees under her dress. What are you doing? She asked with a wide smile and girlish chuckle and electrifying quiver. He removed her undergarments with his teeth. I heard about this in France, He said with a sly laugh. Heard about what? I could tell you or show you, He replied. Show me, my love. Mary whispered.

Sean’s tongue found the soft and salty and musty flower lips of his wife. The musty liquid filled his mouth and his wife quivered as she raised her lower back to offer her womanhood, and let herself go. Mother never mentioned this, she blurted out. He offered his favorite member to her, and she asked, What do I do with this? Try it, my love, He replied, You might like it, and do NOT bite.

You are terrible, she said as she inserted his pride and joy into her lips. I was not and you are not either. He replied with a gasp."

He made love to her like a man lost in her world. Nothing existed but their spiritual, physical, and emotional joining. The truth that haunted Sean the most that since he became a vampire and after his wife’s death, love making has never felt the same with any female, human or vampire. This longing had fueled many love affairs over the ages, but Sean had found no lifelong companions, only a litany of pleasurable acquaintances, some vampire and some human; some alive now and some long dead.

Marvin asked, Are you still with us? Sean still was lost in thought, and moved as if controlled by some remote force beyond Sean’s own capacity. Marvin grew impatient, though he was used to Sean being not all there sometimes. Sean!!! Marvin shouted, Are you fucking here or not?

Yes moron I am here, Sean answered, as they were talking, a heavenly voice filled the air.

Who is that? Sean said as if waking from a long sleep. I don’t know, but I think it’s a new singer, Marvin replied, paused for a moment and then said, I think Mark hired her last week or something, Sean walked toward the stage, hanging on every note. He read her mind, and he could hear every thought.

She thought, Why am I singing this lame-ass song again, and what is up with this damn thong all the way up my ass. Damn, Toy for raiding my underwear drawer. That bitch took my last clean new pair other than this one. Sean read her name was Shalay Williams, she was 23 years old, clean and best of all highly available.

Sean listened to her sing and he caught her eye. He was not trying to mesmerize her and bend her to his will as he has done with so many others. He only wanted her to notice him. This was strange because he was not thinking of a meal or a fuck, not even a fledgling. He was infatuated. As she sang, it was as if she was captivating him.

She sang on perfect key but a little different from the singer:

Coast to coast, from L.A. to Chicago, love for sale . . . .

Everyone around him swayed and smiled as they moved to the music, or rather her voice and some even singing along. Sean instinctively moved closer to the stage until he was visible from the stage. He’s a smooth operator . . . smooth op . . . . She looked right at him and paused for the slightest moment almost missing a beat. She recovered quickly, but did not remove her eyes from Sean’s gaze.

Shalay was surprised at herself for a moment, Wow, she thinks to herself, Who is that? She studied him for what seemed like an eternity, but it was only a minute or two. A slow smile spread across her face, and as if on cue. Their connection was as if they were linked; he smiled back. Each of them was waiting to see who would quiver first.

Sean was tough, strong, and immortal. No human could make him swoon. No mere mortal could make him forget all and pursue her like a starving, thirsty man lost in the desert haunted by mirages of sustenance. While Sean felt weak at the knees, Marvin interjected into Sean’s revelry, Are you going to drink from her, fuck her, or ask her for her number?

Sean gave his friend a slightly more irritated gaze than usual. If Marvin didn’t know better, he would swear he was infuriated with him. What’s wrong, Sean? Marvin probed, because Marvin had never seen Sean behave this way at all, especially not over a woman.

Shalay finished her set, and to thunderous applause she stepped to the mic Thank you, Shalay said with a smile, paused for a moment, ladies and gentlemen. She continued playfully, Some of you gentlemen I am worried about. You know who you are. The boys need a break. She turned and gestured toward the band, My crew, give’em a hand. She paused while the audience applauded her band. She humbly smiles, retook the mic, and I’m Shalay. After at least five minutes of applause, shouts, and whistles, Thank you and good night, she said with a gracious smile and moved to the bar.

Sean passed through the crowds to her side. She did not see or hear him move. It was as if he appeared out of nowhere. She let out a sudden gasp and her heart began to flutter. He was keenly aware of how his presence and proximity affected her. She slightly giggled then said, Hi.

Hello, my angel, Sean says with the brightest smile. He can smell her blood like sweet wine, but for some reason that escaped even him, he was not completely interested in making a meal of her. However doing her might be divine. I definitely want her number, Marvin, he sent telepathically.

With a nervous smile, and almost incredulous look on her face, Shalay replied, Whoa, angel. I’ve never been called that before. He smiled, while taking in her voluptuous frame. She was at least 5'8", without the fashionable killer blue wood stacks. Her body was perfectly accentuated by the long soft linen Caribbean style periwinkle twist tied dress.

Her exposed midriff was flat, toned with a small pouch on the bottom. Her breasts were firm and somewhat large for her slender frame. Her soft glowing skin was the color of melted caramel and her hair was twisted in to long dreadlocks halfway down her back. She also was wearing a very interesting necklace that was a carved glass heart. He thought, Cute.

He said, To me, you are the most angelic woman I have ever seen, with an intense gaze that made her swoon and quiver at the same time. Well, recently anyway, with a slow wink Sean beamed. Shalay laughed again. She relaxed a little and started toward the bar, keeping him in sight. I have to watch out for you, she stated, How ‘recently’ do you mean? she asked Sean.

Well where are my manners? I am Sean. Would you like a drink? Sean asked, with his hand extended. She looked up at him, sexy, was all that came to mind, trouble, possibly trouble, too. He is so pale, she pondered to herself, Is he sick? Couldn’t be, she concluded as she eyed his body. Her eyes stopped on that print. Out loud, she accidentally spurted, That can’t be real!

What? What can’t be real? Sean asked, not needing to, but trying to get Shalay to vocalize her unintentional interest. What? Huh? she asked, thinking, I did not just say that. Sean could read these thoughts as well, but didn’t need to. He decided to be naughty by saying while pointing to her breasts, Sweetheart, if it’s not real then neither are those beautiful melons of yours.

Ahhh, she gasped with a perfect O on her face. Only his sly smile and smooth laugh made her intent on saying something. Steadying herself, she replied, Maybe neither of us will ever find out, Sean. But I am certain both of us want to learn about each other. This is my number, writing down some digits and while passing it to her, Now how ’bout that drink? Sean inquired with a smile. She took the paper, Now what’s yours? Sean probed while passing her some paper and a small golden quill-shaped pen, while he motioned to the bartender.

Two blue Hawaii’s, Sean said. At this moment Shalay was in disbelief. She was thinking, "That’s my favorite drink. Was this just a coincidence? Maybe he just likes the same drink. Does he know me? Do I know him? Should I run? Sean was reading her mind but trying not to alarm her.

I like this drink. I can have a taste of Hawaii without actually having to leave all to travel there, Sean said with a smile, because he was keenly aware he pulled that right out her mind. Really? she inquired. Yes, he said dryly. Coming right up, S… IR The bartender said, catching himself. He remembered not to let on that he knew Sean.

Who are you? Shalay asked Sean with raised eyebrows. What do you mean, who am i? Sean asked in fain disbelief. She looked at him up and down in mock inspection. Then, she said, Well you’re certainly not from around here. I could have sworn that bartender knew you, and I’ve been here three different days, and I’ve never seen you. Plus why are you so pale? Shalay asked.

I am from Dublin, but I have a home in Greenwich. I guess being white I don’t have a natural tan like you. Sean replied. She could hear the distinct accent harmonizing through his words. Despite her better judgment she was starting to like this guy. RUN GIRL RUN. RUN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!! blared in her mind.

Where are you from? Sean asked. Here, in the Bronx, She replied. Tell me about Ireland. Do you were a kilt? She asked with a snide laugh. No that’s Scotland, Sean replied. I’ve heard of London rain. Do you ever get sun in Ireland? She inquired, almost trying to annoy him.

He studied her for a moment. I do adore her, he thought to himself, but "only if she wasn’t