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    Vampyre Rescuer
    Vampyre Rescuer
    Vampyre Rescuer
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    Vampyre Rescuer

    By Marion Webb-De Sisto

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    He’s a charismatic vampyre who can capture a woman’s attention and love.

    A woman named Delia, living on the magical world of Kurbridor, is attacked by two vampires on her way home from work. She’s rescued by a tall, mysterious stranger who has followed her secretly for over a week. He’s Herres, a vampyre, and she feels an instant attraction to him, but thinks he’s only interested in taking her life-force essence. That is how vampyres feed.

    Herres assures her she’s wrong, saying he is genuinely attracted to her, but will she continue to think he’s a dark vampyre who is only intent on taking her essence?

    Reader Advisory: Can the heroine trust a vampyre who says she is his? Is she his prey or the love of his life?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLuminosity Publishing LLP
    Release dateJan 8, 2017
    ISBN9781910397503
    Vampyre Rescuer
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    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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      Vampyre Rescuer - Marion Webb-De Sisto

      VAMPYRE RESCUER

      World of Kurbridor 3

      Marion Webb-De Sisto

      He’s a charismatic vampyre who can capture a woman’s attention and love.

      A woman named Delia, living on the magical world of Kurbridor, is attacked by two vampires on her way home from work. She’s rescued by a tall, mysterious stranger who has followed her secretly for over a week. He’s Herres, a vampyre, and she feels an instant attraction to him, but thinks he’s only interested in taking her life-force essence. That is how vampyres feed.

      Herres assures her she’s wrong, saying he is genuinely attracted to her, but will she continue to think he’s a dark vampyre who is only intent on taking her essence?

      Reader Advisory: Can the heroine trust a vampyre who says she is his? Is she his prey or the love of his life?

      VAMPYRE RESCUER

      World of Kurbridor 3

      MARION WEBB-DE SISTO

      WWW.LUMINOSITYPUBLISHING.COM

      LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

      VAMPYRE RESCUER

      World of Kurbridor 3

      Copyright © January 2015 Marion Webb-De Sisto

      ISBN: 978-1-910397-50-3

      Cover Art by Poppy Designs

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      No part of this literary work may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the publisher.

      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

      To Joe, my hero.

      Chapter One

      Delia Hariel stepped outside the bookstore’s front door and drew in a deep breath. The thought of having to go along the dark and narrow walkway alone concerned her, but she would do it because she needed to get home. It would take about ten minutes to reach the wide and brightly lit avenue that led to her apartment building. Once she was on that walkway, there would be plenty of activity and light to give her a sense of safety. Here, there was only the occasional lamp that spewed out a sickly yellow beam on the surrounding area.

      She heard Mr. Branly, her employer, click the locks and slide the bolt of the front door. He would go upstairs to his small apartment and be safe, giving no thought about what could happen to her. He’d waited until late afternoon to say he wanted her to stay after closing time, so that they could begin stocktaking. Delia knew if she refused, he would fire her. This was the only job she’d ever had that wasn’t terminated once her employer discovered that being part angel, she wasn’t fully human. Because she was bi-species, other humans disliked her, while shifters and faery folk didn’t seem to bother them. The fact that she was not one-hundred-percent human made them view her as suspicious and untrustworthy. Demons and vampyres were avoided whenever possible, but even they were not considered to be as low as anyone whose bloodline was a mixture of two of the life forms that populated this world of Kurbridor.

      As soon as Delia knew she would have to stay late, she used the bookstore’s voicer to arrange for a transporter to pick her up at nine chimes—the time Mr. Branly said they would stop the evening’s stocktaking. She was told it would be close to ten before the needed vehicle could arrive because the transporters were already booked solid for most of the night. Delia explained the situation to her employer and was disappointed when he said she would have to wait outside the bookstore for her ride home. He wanted to go upstairs to have his supper, and wasn’t prepared to allow her to remain inside without his presence while she waited for her ride.

      Now, she stood outside and was glad she’d canceled the transporter. To stay here for almost an hour in the gloom would be more frightening than going along this walkway. The bookstore’s lights were off and there was very little illumination reaching her from the apartment’s lamps, because Mr. Branly had drawn his drapes. It was definitely better to walk toward the busy avenue, rather than stay close to the front door, imagining who or what might pounce on her from the darkness. Recently, there was talk about vampires coming from Terra to Kurbridor in order to prey on those who possessed the kind of blood they liked. Their preference was humans, but they were happy to feed on other life forms. These offspring of vampyres were somewhat different from their creators; their food of choice was blood, not life-force essence.

      Delia began hurrying along the walkway. She told herself to think of something pleasant rather than vampires. Her footsteps echoed in the silence, sounding louder than usual, and she had the vague sense there was someone behind her. She reached the first lamp, but was determined not to turn and look back. No one is following me, she assured herself as she peered into the waiting darkness for the faint glow of the next lamp. It was barely visible, but her relief at seeing it was dashed by the fleeting glimpse of two shadows moving beneath the eerie light. Was her imagination playing tricks on her? Had two people appeared for a moment under the lamp? Delia had no choice other than to continue along the narrow walkway. She hoped the two apparitions were individuals, who like her, were trying to move out of this dark walkway as quickly as possible.

      On either side of her were the backs of tall, ramshackle buildings that had once been offices, but now lay mostly empty. Occasionally, when she walked to or from work in daylight, she glimpsed a human face at a window, or heard a door slam, but she never saw anyone entering or leaving via the backdoor of one of these buildings. Delia presumed the inhabitants were the poor who lived on scraps and what they could steal from stores and people. If any of them attempted to come outside and rob her, she would use her angelic power and slam them against the walkway. She only used one or another of her special powers when a situation demanded it, and she wanted this night not to be one of those times.

      Delia reached the next lamp and heard movement ahead. A young man moved out of the shadow and into the sickly light. Roughly her height in stature, he had a shock of blond hair and displayed a facial expression that didn’t seem to be threatening.

      Excuse me. I wonder if you could help us. We’re looking for the avenue that has several clubs and bars on it. I think we’re lost.

      You must mean Drammer Avenue. Keep going along this walkway and you’ll come to it.

      The man came closer to Delia, and she became aware of someone else who stepped into the light behind him. This one was taller, broader, and he grinned at her.

      Were those fangs that protruded onto his lower lip?

      The blond guy grabbed her right wrist, and observed, "Ah, so it is true. You are part angel and just what we want."

      His tight grip felt stronger than he looked, but that wouldn’t be a problem. Delia was also much stronger than she appeared. She called on her angelic strength and attempted to fling him to the ground—nothing happened.

      Why can’t I break his hold on me?

      The other man moved close and said, Don’t bother trying to use your powers. Now that Egan is touching you, they’re useless. His hand gripped her other wrist and pulled it up to his mouth. He licked the prominent vein.

      No, no, it’s my turn first with this one. The blond man’s mouth opened and large fangs extended from his upper jaw. He bit down hard on her wrist and made a loud sucking noise.

      Delia tried to pull free from both of them, but she was unable to move. Her muscles seemed to be frozen. The second man slammed his fangs into her other wrist and sucked the emerging blood with equal force. She cried out from the pain and sheer horror of their action. These two were vampires, not men. They must have seen her when she passed under the other lamp and waited for her to reach them. How could she stop their vile blood taking?

      The first vampire lifted his head and smiled at Delia. Your blood is delicious. We’re going to drain you dry. He brought his face near hers for a moment, and then his mouth opened wide and moved toward her neck. Even as his fangs touched her skin, they froze at the sound of a deep and commanding voice that came from behind her.

      Desist! Release her. This one is mine.

      Both vampires immediately did as they were ordered. They stepped back and looked at the ground. The second vampire inclined his head. Apologies, sire, we didn’t know this was your hunting ground. I believe she will please you.

      Delia had no idea who stood behind her, but apparently the vampires did. She used her angelic perception and could sense someone of great strength and seemingly ancient. Was she being rescued or facing a worse fate? She knew the vampires would kill her if she couldn’t use her angelic power to stop them before they took all her blood. That was a terrifying thought, yet what would someone, who had command over vampires, do to her? She shuddered, feeling certain this person was a greater adversary.

      Two arms appeared on top of hers and large, finely-boned hands touched her bleeding wrists. An icy-cold shot of energy speared her wounds, followed by a pleasant warming sensation. Looking at her wrists, she could see all trace of the bite marks and their damage gone.

      The mysterious voice ordered, Be gone from here and do not return.

      With acknowledging bows of their heads the two vampires vanished. Delia realized her muscles worked now, so she started to turn around to see who was behind her, but a vise-like grip on her shoulders compelled her to turn back

      Do not look at me. Keep walking to where you were going and I shall be behind you. No others will dare to attack you.

      Delia didn’t like being told what to do, yet she felt cautious because this person had said she was his. She figured it was better to start walking again, toward Drammer Avenue, where she might have the opportunity of getting away from her rescuer, if she could call him that. They continued on while he kept one hand on her shoulder. Even through the material of her coat, she could feel his powerful energy making her obey him. It wasn’t unpleasant, in fact, it

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