Death would not stop him from fulfilling his promise to the woman he loved.
From a small town in Provence, France, on the eve of Etienne and Marie-Anne’s wedding, a vampire in the local woods attacked him. Left for dead he returned to life as a vampire. For fear of killing his lover, he never returned to his village. Marie-Anne’s grief grew so deep that the local priests performed a forbidden rite to save her life but something went wrong. She became an Immortal Mortal. Now both lovers were destined to forever live unnatural lives, one in darkness and one in daylight with only the occasional nocturnal visit to sustain their commitment. However, this would be tested when, after two centuries The Elders of the Vampire Clan and the Church in Rome discovered their whereabouts and they must stand and face the old establishments and possible death or flee to a new life. Which choice would they make? Could they survive any of the possibilities presented to them? For nothing was as it seemed in the world of vampires and immortals.
As she stood before the large wooden front door, she raised her hand to knock when suddenly the heavy wooden door swung open, much to her surprise. He stood facing her without saying a word. For what seemed like hours to her they stood rooted into place staring deeply into one another’s eyes saying nothing. She broke the silence first.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her fragrance. She smelled like nothing else in this world. No amount of expensive, or for that matter, cheap perfume could mask her smell in his nostrils. That was there forever. Miss you? Words could never explain just how much. He reached out and took her arm, leading her inside as he closed the heavy door behind them.
“Miss you? You know I have missed you every day since we were last together,” he said softly in a deep whisper close to her ear. When he stood this close, her fragrance smelled heady and intoxicating.