The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning

by Julienne Holmes

  The drive had gone by pretty quick, and without any distractions, she was able to get to her destination in less than an hour.

  As she pulled up to the enormous wooden mansion, she sat there in her car just staring up at her dream house. She had imagined, that one day she would purchase this house or one similar to it for herself. Yet, that dream seemed to be more a pipe dream than reality.

  She was in debt.

  If it wasn't school loans, it was credit card debt.

  Every time she thought she could get ahead, she found some other bill holding her back.

  As she continued to sit in her car, not making any move to get out, just enjoying the peace and quiet, her thoughts started wandering back to what the mechanic had said over at Brakemax...

  XXX

  It had taken close to an hour, battling Tucson's congested traffic, to finally get over to Brakemax. Once she had successfully gotten there, she pulled into a parking place across from her destination.

  After getting out of her rental – bumping her head, yet again, on the low ceiling – she, for the sixth time that day, uttered a curse word under her breath. She was thankful to finally be getting rid of this car, for she was starting to actually get use to the whole bumping experience.

  As she rubbed her head, she made her way into the air conditioning building.

  The moment she walked in, she was greeted with a courteous welcome from the mechanic behind the counter. “Good evening, how may I help you?”

  Automatically responding to the guy's courteous smile, she said, “I'm Ms. Freemen, and I dropped my 2012 Chevy Cruze off earlier today...Is it ready?” really the tow truck dropped her car off, but what was the sense in pointing that out.

  Typing a few things into his computer, he said, “Yea..., it's ready...” taking the credit card that she handed to him, he continued, “We had to replace the brake line.”

  “The brake line?” Genevieve couldn't help the surprise in her voice. “What was wrong with it?”

  He hadn't either notice her tone or he was just more focused on other things; whatever it was, he didn't seemed to be fazed by the surprise in her voice. “It was damaged...”

  Once the guy had handed her, her car keys, Genevieve, perplexedly staring at him, asked, “How was it damaged?”

  Shrugging, the guy said, “Well, to be honest, it looked like it was cut..., but it could have been something else.”

  When all Genevieve did was silently stare at him, he excused himself to talk to another customer. As she stood there, she couldn't help thinking about that card that had come with the roses.

  Sorry about your car...

  Whoever had sent that message, knew about her brake problems.

  Could it have been Cirpian?

  Every fiber in her body said otherwise.

  Yet, she couldn't help wondering if possibly Kyle was right. Cirpian could be a split personality nut case.

  XXX

  It was an unknown group of birds singing, and the suddenness of a hummingbird, flying too closing to her windshield, that had Genevieve suddenly drawn out of her thoughts.

  As she reached for her car door handle, she suddenly stopped.

  Why was she here?

  If Cirpian was crazy, whose to say he wouldn't hurt her?

  Yet, before she could ponder any more about these two questions, there was this surprising knock on her car window; that had her flinching inwardly. Yet, if the surprise of that knock wasn't surprising enough, what astonished her even more was when her car door suddenly came open.

  At the sight of Cirpian's handsome smile, she instantly relaxed and forgot about her suspicion.

  Taking the hand that he offered her, she let him pull her out of her car.

  After she shut her car door, she leaned against it to stare at the man in front of her.

  Unlike last night, when he had been wearing a black suit, he was now dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked irresistible, with his hair slicked back and those grayish blue eyes not seeing, but still appearing as if they were looking at her.

  Looping her arms around his neck, she pulled him toward her. As she rested her forehead against his lips, she was automatically comforted by the feel of his lips against her brow.

  As Cirpian held her against him, he couldn't help feeling this powerful rush of desire overwhelm his every being – he wanted her.

  Just the smell of her blood, had aroused his every senses. From the moment he had heard her pull up, he had been lured by the scent of her blood to come outside to her.

  This, in itself, should have had him making some excuse to get her to leave – possibly hurting her feelings.

  Yet, the idea of hurting Genevieve was more painful to him than his unbearable lust.

  As they walked arm and arm into his house, he couldn't help immersing himself in her scent. Since that first night he had met her, he had noticed how she smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. Yet, there was always a different scent mix into that – Honeysuckle and some other feminine aroma.

  Once inside, he turned to close the door. And it was then that he caught that familiar scent—a scent that he hadn't smelled for centuries.

  Adrian.

  XXX

  “Dinner smells...amazing.” she was watching over his shoulder, as he sauteed some sausages up for the Revioli that he had already put in the boiling water upon the stove.

  Stepping back when he turned around, he smiled at her. “Do you like sausages?”

  “Yea...” she smiled.

  Grinning happily, he turned back to the stove and, once he had turned down the sausages' burner, he said, “Dinner should be ready in a few minutes.”

  Going over to the kitchen table, she sat down, it was then that she noticed that fist like impression in the table. As she traced it, she asked, “Where did you learn to cook?”

  Leaning against the kitchen counter, he, looking over at her, said, “Around...I travel a lot and I pick-up a few things in different places.”

  “That must be nice...” when he quizzically cocked his head to the side, she said, “I've only been places that are closer to home...I've always thought it would be nice to travel, though.”

  “Where did you want to travel to?”

  “Ireland...” at his encouraging smile, she said, “Scotland, Australia, Paris, you know exotic countries like that.”

  Raking his fingers though his hair, he said, “Maybe you'll go there one of these days...I'd like to take you to Paris...”

  Smiling suggestively, she got up from her chair, and sauntering over to him, she looped her arms around his neck; leaning up on tip toes, she pulled him toward her.

  The kiss was a brief one, yet it seemed to go on forever. Genevieve could feel it all the way down to her toes; ending with him lighting a fire in the rest of her. When eventually it was over and she stood there, with Cirpian's mouth an inch away from hers, he said, “and Ireland...”

  When he said this, she automatically smiled. It was the suddenness of him removing his left hand, from the small of her back, to her face, though, that had her smile somewhat faltering. The abruptness of his actions had startled her so much, that she had instinctively flinched and felt her body tense up. When he started tracing her face, though, while still slightly surprised, she instantly relaxed at the smoothness of his rough hands going from her mouth to her nose. Once he had traced the whole of her face, he reciprocated her smile with one of his own.

  As they continued to stand there, both enjoying the feel of each others arms, Cirpian brush a strand of Genevieve's hair off of her forehead. When she wrapped her arms tighter around him and rested her head in that small area, where his chest stopped and his neck began, Cirpian, letting his chin rest lightly upon her head, found his subconscious mind thinking about his cousin.

  He couldn't help wondering about what Adrian was doing back in Arizona; it had been four months since the last time that Adrian came through here. He never stayed in one place, and it was rare
that he would return to the same place in such a short time.

  When he felt Genevieve's intense gaze on him, he was slightly alarmed by her head no longer resting where it had been, and gazing, unseeingly, down at her, he said, “Do you want to spend the night..., tonight...?” he knew that it was too presumptuous of him to be asking her this; seeing how they didn't know each other that well. Yet, the way he saw it, he no longer lived back in the centuries, where men courted women and then asked their fathers for permission to marry; this was a new century, where women and men had developed a new set of rules – rules that were more lax than being obligated to follow family and society normals.

  Yet, when she didn't reply right away, and he could still feel the intensely of her gaze on him, he thought to withdraw his offer. Before he could, though, she, sultrily laughing, said, “I'd love to.”

  XXX

  As they sat on the library floor sipping champagne, Genevieve found herself even more drawn to the man in front of her. She had never been into men with long hair, and like Amelia, she had always been attracted to the kind of men, who had short cropped hair, were clean shaven, made the effort to keep themselves in at least somewhat decent physical shape, weren't too critical, and had a good personality.

  With the exception of his shoulder length hair, Cirpian had all those characteristics and more.

  He was definitely an intriguing man. One that made her want things that she hadn't ever wanted with any other man.

  Things, like...commitment...marriage.

  It was the sudden feel of his mouth upon hers, that had Genevieve surprisingly yanked out of her thoughts. Yet, before she could react to being surprise, she gave into that passion that Cirpian invoked with just his tongue parting her lips.

  As his tongue stroked and caressed the inside of her mouth, she felt like this moth about to submerge itself in an inferno of flames. She was more aroused than she had been that previous night, when Cirpian had been passionately kissing her on her apartment's stoop.

  When he laid her down on the floor and started trying to get her shirt off, Genevieve was surprised how a smoldering kiss could have went from that to a comedy act. The discarding of clothes didn't happen as quickly as say, a movie, romantic fiction, or a porno.

  First, she got her arm stuck in the neck hole of her shirt. And then, when he tried to take off her bra, he was all fingers; he had to turn her around just to have easy assess to the clasp at the back.

  She had thought that once they had gotten her bra off, that it would be smooth sailing. Yet, that wasn't the case.

  No sooner had they gotten her clothes off, were they then trying to get his off; and that was looking to be a losing battle – his jeans' zipper got stuck when she was trying to get it down.

  To make matters worse, once she had one conundrum down, she was met with another one; his blasted shirt, if possible, was the hardest thing to get off—she was very temped to just rip it off.

  Again the discarding of clothes shouldn't have been this hard nor so humorous; if they had had an audience, the audience, by now, would have been laughing their asses off.

  It looked so easy on television. Even on that porno that she had accidentally saw one night; it hadn't taken that couple, but a few seconds to get their clothes off.

  Then again, sex always looked so fake on television. Even in that porno, Genevieve could tell that the woman was faking it. The man was butt ugly and his balls were a hairy mess. If that wasn't the worse of it, the man had absolutely no finesse—he was an inexperience disaster waiting to happen.

  As she stared up into Cirpian's mysterious grayish blue eyes, Genevieve suddenly found herself exhausted; they hadn't even done anything, and she was tired.

  After stifling a yawn, Genevieve wondered if it would sound too old biddy of her to propose they forgo having sex and instead go to bed. Yet, before she could even utter the words, Cirpian kissed her, and like the kiss before the hilarious clothes discarding, Genevieve felt her insides combust and that forgotten desire came roaring back to life.

  When he eventually started thrusting into her, her body responded to the wonderful way he stretched her and stroked those places that other guys were just too lacking in experience to even try to reach.

  If Genevieve was to rank this sex, between a one or a ten, she would have ranked it as not just a ten, but skyrocketing off the charts – it was by far the wildest sex, that she had ever had.

  He made her moan with enjoyment and sent her pleasure levels through the roof; this was far more enjoyable than a battery operated boyfriend sending her over the edge.

  When she had climaxed to the point of seeing stars in her vision, and he had finally rolled off of her, he said, “That was amazing...”

  It really was, but, because of that small she-devil in her, Genevieve couldn't help popping his balloon. “Hmm...”

  When the satisfying smile on his face was replaced with surprised, she, wickedly smiling, said, “It was okay...”

  Cirpian would have felt offended, if not for the fact that he could hear the playfulness in her voice, and tracing her face, he felt the laugh lines around her mouth.

  “Ah...,” he suggestively smiled at her. “give me another trial run...I'll make it up to you.” pushing her down on to the floor, he started finessing her breast.

  As he worked himself lower, her heard her exclaim, “Oh...that feels...!” she laughed, when he got to her clitoris.

  XXX

  As he stood, clocked in shadow, watching the couple inside the house; he didn't just notice the intensity of the sex, but he could feel it right down to his groin.

  The way she moaned and begged her companion for more, had him envious.

  How was it, that after all these centuries, the man inside, who had no way of appreciating the beauty of a woman, could still get an attractive woman like this curly brown beauty?

  It wasn't fair, he had taken away his foe's sight and now he was fucking a woman that should be fucked by a man that could truly appreciate her beauty.

  A man such as himself.

  XXX

  When they both climaxed for that final time, Cirpian held Genevieve in his arms. And as she smilingly snuggled up against him, she said, “This last trial run wasn't too bad, either...Of course, the first time...was really amazing too.”

  Skimming his fingers over her naked flesh, he said, “So..., you were just playing with me?”

  As she stared up into his handsome stoic face, she, hesitating slightly, said, “No..., I was just wanting more.”

  It was his spirited laugh, that had Genevieve's heart, not just instantly skipping a beat, but her surprised. Since the first time she met him, she had noticed that his smile, hadn't touched his eyes – yet now there was this faint glow in them.

  If his laugh wasn't surprising enough, then it was the suddenness of his mouth on hers. From the very first time he kissed her, she had found herself unable to think straight and, as she immersed herself in the smooth sensual feel of his mouth against her lips, she gave into her desire.

  She was so wrapped up in the way he was making her stomach and heart flutter, that she didn't even notice that he had picked her up; kissing her the whole time.

  The moment she landed on the fourposter bed, there was no time for surprise, before he was taking her again. This time it was more gentle and, unlike the sex downstairs, it felt like they were making love.

  Would this feel so good, if he were the crazy sadistic jerk who had messed with her brakes and sent flowers afterwords?

  She really didn't want to think about that...

  Yet, as she stared up into those celestial eyes of his, Genevieve knew what the answer was. If she was crazy enough about the guy, she wouldn't even think twice about being with him. And sex would feel good no matter what.

  That's what scared her, the idea that she would want to be with someone this bad.

  She was a selfish person, who only had enough room in her heart for her sisters, her parents, and her clo
se friends.

  Now though she was willing to sacrifice her independence and freedom to express herself, for someone like Cirpian.

  When he thrust into her, in just that right spot, all reasonable thoughts went out the window. It was that unique way of him rubbing his cock against her g-spot, which invoked so much pleasure that she was close to climaxing; in fact she was so close, that even her brain was having a problem comprehending what was happening.

  When they both shouted out their release, she almost passed out from the sinful pleasure that went through her. Laying in his arms, satisfied beyond anything she could have ever hoped for, she yawningly stared up at him. It was then that she noticed the worried frown on his face.

  “Is something wrong...?”

  No sooner had that look been there was it quickly replaced with the stoic, secretive, expression that she had come to suspect was always that first expression that strangers were met with.

  He wasn't an open book, which was refreshing and, at the same time, surprising to her, because she was so use to men who told her their thoughts – even if she didn't want to know what they were thinking. Yet, right then, she wanted to know what thoughts were coursing through her mysterious lover's head.

  Why he looked so serious?

  As she continued to curiously stare up at him, it was then that she started to drift off to sleep. No matter how hard she tried to elude sleep, she couldn't keep her eyes open. And no sooner had she closed them, was she pleasantly sleeping.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The moment Cirpian stepped out on to the porch, he could feel not just the cool night air on his face, but he felt the unwanted presence of the man that he had come to despise more than the existence that had been shoved down his throat.

  Adrian.

  Again, what was the idiot bastard doing here?

  In the centuries that Cirpian had had to grow accustomed to not just losing his humanity, but his sight, he had also grown more acquainted with his cousin. As a young mortal man, he had still loved and admired his cousin. Yet, he hadn't known him very well. In his immaturity and refusal to except his own family's warnings pertaining to Adrian, he had been surprised and disappointed at his cousin's betrayal.