About The Vampire's Prisoner
by Scarlet Blackwell
61 pages / 13900 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-030-5
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Doctor Alex Somerville has a fascination for all things paranormal. He arranges for a captured French vampire to be brought to his Victorian London home, where he plans to study the creature for a scientific paper. Arriving unconscious and burned by the sun, Raphael Lefevre's survival as a lab specimen appears in doubt. But a vampire's recuperative powers are legendary, and soon Raphael is making it clear that he is none too pleased by his situation. It’s not long before he sets about seducing Alex. Will Raphael be able to turn the tables and make Alex into the vampire's prisoner?
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The delivery arrived at seven that evening, and
Christopher directed the men to take it down to the laboratory.
Alexander Somerville waited until the swearing and puffing and panting
had finished and there was relative quiet, and then he descended the
stairs into the basement of the house.
Standing on the cold, stone floor in the open space in the middle of his
laboratory, so it could be approached from all four sides, was a large
metal cage.
On one side of this there appeared to be a heap of black rags lying on
the ground against the bars. Alex walked across the room to get a closer
look.
The black rags had a shape, the figure of a man curled on his side in a
fetal position. His body was covered from head to knees by a blanket, a
pair of breeches and leather boots revealed below.
Alex surveyed the four men in the room, seeking Mr. Roberts, the man he
had done business with. Alex’s gaze settled on a well-dressed man in
cloak and frock coat, holding his top hat in his hand, no sweat gleaming
on his brow, unlike those of the rougher-looking men in his company.
"The journey was smooth?" Alex inquired politely, stiffly, because he
wasn't a sociable man and didn't bother pretending that he was.
"It was." The man looked uncomfortable at the question, and Alex
regarded him suspiciously.
"Show me him, then," he said curtly. Something was wrong.
Mr. Roberts glanced at his companions before he moved forward to stand
in front of the cage. With the tip of his cane, he reached through the
bars and flicked back the blanket.
The figure huddled beneath twitched. He half lifted a hand before it
fell back as though too weak to move. Alex stared. The figure wore
expensive, fashionable clothes -- cravat and stiff, starched shirt,
frock coat, and cloak -- and his hair was black and glossy as a raven's
wing, short and untidy, falling over his face. But it was impossible to
tell if he was attractive because every area of exposed skin -- face,
neck, and hands -- was burned.