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She fell to the floor, crying out as she scraped her knees on the cold cement. His hands clenched as the warm, sweet coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. Please, oh, please, let me out of here! The girl sobbed hysterically as the woman turned and left the basement. With her only hope gone, the girl darted to a far corner of the cell, her back pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

Nothing could save her now. It was feeding time. Chapter 1 Gideon stirred, then awoke with an oath on his lips. Another day lost in oblivion, another night in hell. If he could have ended his own existence, he would gladly have done so long ago. Sitting up, he cursed the witch who had captured him, the enchantment that had blinded him to her true identity, his insatiable lust for blood, the heavy silver chains that rendered him powerless.

He glanced at the dark-haired woman curled up on the floor beside him.


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Her breathing was shallow and erratic, her hair and clothing disheveled. How many women had he killed since this nightmare began? He tried to resist the siren call of their blood, but in the end, no matter how he tried to fight it, he always surrendered to the hunger that burned through him, relentless, impossible to ignore. He felt a twinge of regret for this, his latest victim. She was middle-aged, married with four children, and doomed to die by his hand. He clenched his fists as remorse gnawed at him. Regret had become his constant companion, along with an intense hatred for the witch who kept him in captivity, who bled him and starved him to the point of death, until whatever scrap of humanity or mercy remained within him was erased by a hunger too excruciating to deny.

The woman stirred, her eyes growing wide with fear when she saw him staring down at her. No escape for either of them.

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Resting his head against the wall behind him, Gideon closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back in time, back to the night he had met Verah… He had gone into the city in search of prey, but all thought of feeding had vanished when he entered a nightclub and saw a woman dancing in the middle of a crowd of men. She had been beautiful beyond compare, her movements as sinuous as silk as she dipped and swayed to the pulsing beat of the music.


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  5. Like every other man in the place, Gideon had been caught in her spell, mesmerized by the veiled promise lurking in the depths of her eyes. When she smiled at him, he was lost. When she invited him to her house, he had no thought to refuse. When he asked her name, she laughed softly, then took him by the hand and led him out of the club and down a narrow winding road that led to a large two-story house.

    Once inside, she locked the door with a flourish, then led him into her bedroom where she had indulged his every fantasy. When he awoke the next night, he was in chains, the beautiful woman was gone, and an emaciated, gray-haired hag was collecting his blood in a jewel-encrusted gold cup. He had been imprisoned in this wretched cage ever since, held captive by strong silver chains that drained his strength and weakened his preternatural powers.

    The woman who had beguiled him was a witch who had cloaked her ugliness in the guise of a young woman.

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    She had been searching the world over for a vampire and Gideon had walked blindly into her trap. With his blood, Verah had regained her youth and beauty and now she sold his blood to any who could pay the price.

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    Some paid in cash, some in gold, and some in humankind, hence the females that were brought to him from time to time. Gideon glanced at the woman cowering beside him. When Verah had first brought her to him, she had been robust, her blue eyes bright, her fair skin luminous. Now, she was pale, her eyes sunken and shadowed with fear, her hair stringy and unkempt. The witch brought the woman water once a day, but no food. Why waste sustenance on one who was doomed?

    Gideon swore softly. Even now, the frightened pounding of her heart stirred his instinct to hunt. Regret had become his constant companion, along with an intense hatred for the witch who kept him in captivity, who bled him and starved him to the point of death, until whatever scrap of humanity or mercy remained within him was erased by a hunger too excruciating to deny. The woman stirred, her eyes growing wide with fear when she saw him staring down at her. No escape for either of them. Resting his head against the wall behind him, Gideon closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back in time, back to the night he had met Verah… He had gone into the city in search of prey, but all thought of feeding had vanished when he entered a nightclub and saw a woman dancing in the middle of a crowd of men.

    She had been beautiful beyond compare, her movements as sinuous as silk as she dipped and swayed to the pulsing beat of the music. Like every other man in the place, Gideon had been caught in her spell, mesmerized by the veiled promise lurking in the depths of her eyes. When she smiled at him, he was lost. When she invited him to her house, he had no thought to refuse.

    When he asked her name, she laughed softly, then took him by the hand and led him out of the club and down a narrow winding road that led to a large two-story house. Once inside, she locked the door with a flourish, then led him into her bedroom where she had indulged his every fantasy. When he awoke the next night, he was in chains, the beautiful woman was gone, and an emaciated, gray-haired hag was collecting his blood in a jewel-encrusted gold cup.

    He had been imprisoned in this wretched cage ever since, held captive by strong silver chains that drained his strength and weakened his preternatural powers. The woman who had beguiled him was a witch who had cloaked her ugliness in the guise of a young woman. She had been searching the world over for a vampire and Gideon had walked blindly into her trap. With his blood, Verah had regained her youth and beauty and now she sold his blood to any who could pay the price.

    Some paid in cash, some in gold, and some in humankind, hence the females that were brought to him from time to time. Gideon glanced at the woman cowering beside him. When Verah had first brought her to him, she had been robust, her blue eyes bright, her fair skin luminous. Now, she was pale, her eyes sunken and shadowed with fear, her hair stringy and unkempt.

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    The witch brought the woman water once a day, but no food. Why waste sustenance on one who was doomed? Gideon swore softly. Even now, the frightened pounding of her heart stirred his instinct to hunt. The scent of her blood, flowing warm and red in her veins, teased his nostrils.

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    Sooner or later, he would have to feed, and when he did, he would take it all. Perhaps it would have been more merciful to have killed her the first night Verah had brought her to him instead of letting her linger, her dread growing as she waited for him to strike. In an effort to resist the inevitable, he rested his head on his bent knees and closed his eyes.

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    How long had he been imprisoned in this place? A year? He had lost track of the time. There were no windows in the basement, no way of knowing whether it was summer or winter. The floor beneath him was always cold. He closed his mind to the woman sobbing beside him. They had ever been the cause of his troubles, from the mother who had abandoned him when he was thirteen to the treacherous female who had stolen his mortal life and turned him into a monster.

    Verah was simply another in a long line of women he had foolishly trusted. Morbidly, he considered the fact that she would most likely be the last. A deep breath carried the scent of the poor creature beside him. He groaned softly as pain clawed through his vitals. He had spent the last five nights resisting the urge to feed on the woman.

    Each evening, the agony inside him burned hotter, brighter, like a fire that could not be quenched. His fangs ached, his veins were shrinking, shrieking for relief.