Dark Rapture (Dark Rapture; Wicked Angels)

543 Pages·2012·2.14 MB·English

by  Hauf Michele

DARK RAPTURE
Michele Hauf

This remastered edition of DARK RAPTURE is the first digital edition published in 2012 by Swell Cat Press.

Copyright © 1997 by Michele Hauf

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the
Author, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

Author Letter
Dear Readers, Dark Rapture is the first book I wrote. Back in 1990, I thought
it was about time I took one of the stories I carried around in my brain and put it
to paper. I figured I could tell a good tale, so gave it a go. The story was bought
by Kensington Books in 1993, and eventually published as a mass-market
paperback in 1997.
What you now hold in your hands is the first digital edition of the story.
Nowadays, many authors are putting out their backlist—once only available in
paperback—in digital format. This is an awesome way to make older stuff
available to new readers. But it's also risky. It's been over twenty years since I
wrote this story, and after proofing and re-editing (lightly) the story, I have to
say, my writing has improved over the years. I told a great story in Dark
Rapture, but if you read my current writing, you will definitely see the difference
in writing style. It's not quite as purple as I once wrote. And my heroes have
become a bit less selfish. ;-) As well, this story was published as a paranormal
romance, yet when writing it, I considered it a blend of horror and romance, sort
of a macabre romance, if you will.
The second book in this digital set is Wicked Angels, and it is Scarlet and
Sebastian's continuing story. That story was never published in paperback form
(despite being purchased by not one, but two publishers). It's a long story, but
suffice, it's here now for you to read.
The paranormal romances I currently write are set in my world of Beautiful
Creatures. Dark Rapture can fit into that world, though some adjustments to
creature traits have occurred since this first story, so please allow for a few
'differences', if you will.
I do hope you will enjoy this look at my 'classic' tale. Let me know what you
think!
Michele
Prologue
As it jumped to the rain-soaked windowsill, the cat’s eyes adjusted to the
dimness of the room. Quickly, the feline realized it should turn and high-tail it
out of there. But it couldn’t.
Crimson droplets of blood slid slowly down the pale, slender neck of the
young woman as memories of her dark lover slipped from her mind,
disappearing into the realm of the subconscious, never to be willfully released
again. Her breathing was deep and relaxed as her chest rose and fell to the beat
of the rain against the window. She lay submerged in a trance of dreams,
unaware of the curious visitor perched on the windowsill.
As the gray night sky shed tears of rain across the opened windowpane, the
three-quarter moon’s reflection danced across the water-streaked window,
casting an iridescent shadow play over the darkened walls of the small bedroom.
A sodden curtain blew freely in the cool breeze, gray and wet, as if a soaked
funeral shroud.
Claws scratched against damp wood as the saturated cat steadied itself on the
edge of the windowsill. Its tail shuddered and flicked like a cobra on acid at the
cold sprinkles falling outside. The rain had come suddenly, forcing it to seek
shelter before reaching the safety of its master’s home. Thin lucid whiskers
flicked nervously as the cat curiously surveyed the room, sniffing the fresh,
dewy air, but detecting something more.
Something not right.
With a sudden hiss, the edges of its mouth pulled sharply back, exposing tiny
spiked yellow teeth. The cat’s fur stood on end and its claws dug deeper into the
wooden perch.
The vampire released his death grip, pulling his shiny daggers from the
woman’s neck with a satisfied sigh. As her blood rolled from the opened
wounds, he brushed back a wisp of coal-black hair that fell across his forehead,
before a stray drop of blood touched it. When he raised his head, a moan of
satisfaction escaped his reddened mouth, his dagger teeth glinted in the
moonlight, and his face was flushed hot with the life he had tasted. The small
taste he had taken from the donor warmed and replenished his body; his muscles
felt strong and tight, and his heart beat with a renewed passion.
The swoon captured him and he hovered dizzily over the woman’s body,
lightly touching the edges of her figure beneath the rumpled sheet. The blood
rush was an orgasmic flood that surged through his body, quickening and
strengthening, and finally, satisfying his deadliest cravings. Cravings for the life
blood.
Life, which would in turn sustain his own.
A crash of thunder cleared his mind and the vampire shook off the last bits of
subconscious bliss as the rapture subsided. With the woman resting limply in his
arms, the dark figure turned toward the soggy creature perched on the
windowsill. The vampire’s onyx eyes seized the moonlight and flashed a silent
warning to the animal: beware!
Freed from its prison of terror, the cat sprang from the ledge, landing deftly
upon the slippery ground, and bolted across the mud-spotted grass in search of
more welcoming shelter from the rain.
The vampire rose from the woman’s bed. In a minute he was dressed, clad in
faded jeans, t-shirt, and a worn leather jacket. His thoughts turned to the havoc
outside. Fortunately, he had driven. The idea of battling the elements was
distasteful.
As always, he bent to kiss his donor before leaving and inspected the puncture
wounds on her neck. A bubble of blood formed where minutes ago she had felt
the exquisite pain from the intrusion of his teeth.
He leaned in and caught the last precious drops as they started to roll down
her neck. Spreading the smooth liquid across his tongue, he pressed it against the
roof of his mouth to savor its sweetness the way one enjoys fine wine. He smiled
to himself, relishing the elixir this unknowing woman had provided him. Then,
as if saddened by his actions, his face smoothed and his brows angled down
toward his nose as he fingered the woman’s pale strands of hair.
They were always so innocent, so unsuspecting of his true intentions. A quick
drink with a handsome stranger in a bar, and then the pleasure of taking him
home with you.
He smiled.
And once at home, his passion unleashed, his lovemaking was urgent but
sweet, and the final rush of bliss that came with his bite was always a dream
fulfilled. His donors experienced the same rapture as he, and then quickly
slipped into dreamsleep, never to remember his face or the phony name he had
given them. All they remembered were his charming ways. And the beguiling
kiss of the vampire.
He sighed, then dismissed thoughts of remorse from his mind. “To
immortality,” he whispered.
Part One
Chapter One

Though it was the middle of summer, the temperature inside the time-
forgotten castle was brisk. Matthias rubbed his hands over his thin cotton sleeves
to bring some warmth to his shivering body. His footsteps echoed as he padded
down the darkened hallway that led to the small window set into the curve of the
far tower. Small stones and broken shards of glass cracked beneath his tennis
shoes, and he wasn’t sure, but—was that a mouse?
He hoped that his master wouldn’t like the castle, and that they would
continue the search for a suitable place to take up residence. But he had the
chilling feeling this dismal, cold, abandoned mansion would soon be his new
home.
“Anything for you, master,” he muttered.
“Matthias!”
The teenager swung around at the sound of his master’s voice.
Francesco strode across the rubble, his knee-high black riding boots crushing
the stones in fierce confidence. Incredibly handsome in the pale twilight, his
long coat of red velvet, though decayed and torn around the swinging hem and
wide cuffs, set off his fierce mane of wavy hair and made him appear paler than
usual.
“Yes, master, I’m over here by the window.”
Francesco crunched over to the window and laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“I like this place, Matthias.”
***
“This is going to be a great summer now that you’re here, Gary.”
“Then does that mean it’s okay if we stay here for a while? Just until the
mansion is ready to move into?” Between words, Gary Rose chewed frantically
on his ever-present gum. His light green eyes beamed happily.
“Yeah, it’s been sitting empty for quite a while," Vince said. "No one knows
how long for sure. It will most likely need a little work before we can move in."
“You're both welcome for as long as you like.” Scarlet sat at the edge of her
seat, barely able to contain her excitement at finally having her brother with her
again.
The threesome sat around the kitchen table catching up on each other’s lives.
Scarlet had missed a lot. When she'd left home two years ago, Gary had just
been putting his band, Wild Child, together. Now, along with Vince as lead
singer, Scott, the bass guitarist, and Rob on drums, they had achieved a dream:
they had just signed their first record contract. They had been working on their
album back home in Minnesota but jumped at the chance to move to California,
knowing it would bring them that much closer to realizing greater success.
Gary spoke proudly of their accomplishments, and between voracious chomps
on his gum, explained every detail of the deal. Scarlet set out sandwiches and
pop and, unable to contain herself, kissed Gary on the cheek before sitting back
down. He didn't miss a beat talking but reached to squeeze her hand. They’d
always been close even though they hadn’t seen each other for over two years.
Scarlet listened intently but kept Vince in the corner of her eye. Though Gary
had told her about him during their phone conversations, she had never met
Vince before, and had been taken by surprise when she had first seen him. He
was tall, compared to Gary’s average height, and very handsome. No, the word
wasn’t handsome, but instead, beautiful. Vince’s long golden mane hung over
his shoulders and to the middle of his chest, hair that any woman would be
jealous of. He was quiet, but his shimmery, blue eyes spoke volumes.
For the last hour he had sat with his spindly legs tucked beneath his chair,
content to listen while she and Gary exchanged memories. It took a while before
he eventually warmed to her and joined in the chatter. Not that he needed to.
Gary, always the one with the gift of gab, carried most of the conversation.
“I’m so proud of you guys," she said. “I know you’re going to make it big.
This record contract proves it.”
“Yeah, this is what we’ve been working for.” Gary whipped out another stick
of gum from the crumpled pack in his shirt pocket. “I can’t wait to get started
recording. I’ve got a mind full of song ideas and riffs.” A slice of peppermint
gum disappeared past his straight white teeth.
“You won’t forget your number one fan when you’re rich and famous, will
you?” Scarlet asked, sweetly batting her lashes.
“Never.” Gary’s mouth flipped up on one side for a half grin and he winked.
Vince stretched his arms over his head and yawned, giving Scarlet an
excellent view of his washboard abs. “Sorry, guys, but I have to crash. I’m
tired.”
“Vince drove the whole way from the last hotel,” Gary added. “Ten hours.”
He looked at his watch. “I’m pretty tired, too. I’ll catch ya in a few, man.”
“Vince, you and Gary can sleep in the bedroom on the right side of the hall.”
Scarlet pointed behind her toward the stairs. “If you need anything ask, but there
should be towels in the extra bathroom and I washed sheets yesterday.”
“Thanks.” Vince’s lanky body animated and he towered over Scarlet. “It’s
nice of you to let us stay here until we can move into the mansion. I appreciate
it.”
Scarlet watched him stride out of the kitchen, his cocky gait swiftly removing
him from the room, then noticed Gary smiling at her as if he had a secret that
was itching to be told.
“What’s with you?” she asked cautiously, knowing that look.
He laughed quietly and motioned toward the hallway where Vince had
disappeared. “So, what do you think of him?”
“Vince? I think he’s nice, extremely good looking, but he’s so shy, I can’t
imagine him on stage singing. And singing for a rock n’ roll band at that.”
“Wait till you hear him, he’s an amazing singer. And the way he works a
crowd?” Gary bit the corner of his lip, shaking his head in admiration. “It’s sort
of a Jekyll and Hyde thing with Vince on stage, you might not recognize him.
When he sings the guy is the complete opposite of what he is normally. Which is
great because that makes him the perfect front man for the band. He also attracts
a lot of women, which is an added perk.”
“I’m sure you do your share of attracting the women,” Scarlet said, knowing
Gary’s relative ease around the female of the species.
He tilted his head of corkscrew curls and cast her a delicious smile. “I hold my
own. But don’t get me wrong, we’re not a bunch of sex-starved, wild and crazy
rockers just looking to get laid.”
Scarlet quirked a brow, sure that he was stretching the truth.
Noting her disbelief, Gary pounded his chest. “There’s a nice guy in here. You
know that.”
“I do. In fact, you’re a sweetheart,” She got up and put her arms around his
shoulders. “And I love you.” She kissed his forehead and hugged him.
“God, I’ve missed you. You know these past couple of years I’ve been
keeping myself so busy just trying to forget.” His eyes started to water. “But I
could never forget you. You’re so beautiful, Scarlet.” He traced the side of her
cheek. “You’ve changed in two years. I remember you used to be my curious
little kitten, pudgy and freckle-faced. But you’ve shaped up nicely since I last
saw you. You must have tons of men after you. Or maybe you already have a
boyfriend, huh?”
“Nope, no man in my life.” She was glad he’d noticed the weight loss; it had
been hell losing thirty pounds of baby fat.
And she wondered now if maybe her brother might know a few interesting
men. She was in the mood for a change. All the men she had dated from the
office were your basic nine-to-fivers and if the cell phone didn’t ring more than a
dozen times, distracting them from her, maybe she got a good night kiss. Boring!
She wanted someone different. Someone a little…wild.
A wild child.
“Besides, all the men after me are so boring and dull.” She sighed, hoping for
a little brotherly sympathy.
“Oh yeah? Well, looks like we’re going to have to find someone for you.”
“Maybe you could introduce me to some of the people you know?”
“Really? You itching to take a walk on the wild side?”
“Maybe,” she answered, thinking it funny how he’d almost read her mind.
“Vince is free.”
Scarlet perked up. “Yeah?”
Interesting news. And Vince didn’t seem to possess any of the qualities she
hated in men. Definitely not the three-piece-suit type.
“Sure, and I think he likes you anyway.”
“How can you tell? We’ve only just met. He barely spoke more than ten
words to me.” Had she missed something?
“Vince and I are like an old married couple. We’ve eaten, slept, and when we
were on the road, even showered together. I know him as well as I know myself
and I can tell that he’s interested. It was sort of the way he was sitting.”
Scarlet laughed, her long dark curls swinging across her back. “Oh right, the
way he sits shows that he’s attracted to someone?”
“Don’t get me wrong, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Didn’t you notice?”
She shook her head. If Vince had been looking at her she hadn’t noticed. Most
of the time his head had been thrown across the back of the chair and he looked
as though he’d fallen asleep, though he had nodded intermittently at things Gary
had said.
“He likes you, I know,” Gary reassured.
“Fine. If he asks me out, I’d love to go.” She stretched and yawned, looking at
the clock on the counter. It was almost midnight; they’d been talking since ten.
“I’m tired, too, maybe we should reconvene in the morning.”
“Yeah, I’ve gotta take a shower.” Gary stretched his arms over his head. “I
feel pretty crusty after sitting in the car all day. I’ll walk up with you.”
In the living room, he scanned the stark white walls, bare of any personal
pictures or decorations save for a few potted plants. Scarlet had never been one
to be too concerned about her surroundings, at least when it came to making a
place look homey. Her mind was always on figures and, hence, her job at
Hilliard Accounting.
Past the patio doors he noted the hot tub, and on the other side of the
whitewashed wooden fence the ocean crested over a white sand beach. “This
place is great," he said. "I never did get to come out here with Mom and Dad."
“I never did either. First time I came here was after their deaths.”
Memories of the funeral brought a stifling clutch to Scarlet’s stomach. The
beach house had been their parents’ private ‘no-kids allowed’ vacation
destination. They had been on their way home from just such a vacation when
their chartered plane had crashed.
Pushing the memories to the back of her mental vault, Scarlet tried to regain
the excitement of Gary’s presence. “It’s definitely out of my social status but it’s
bought and paid for, so who am I to complain? I’ll show you all the snazzy
controls for the hot tub tomorrow.”
She jogged up the stairs and he followed until she stopped at the door to the
extra bedroom. He kissed her and she lingered in his arms, so happy to have
family near her again.
“Good night, Gary. Say good night to Vince for me, too.”
With a wink he closed the door.
His mention of their mom and dad had made Scarlet’s heart sink. She closed
her bedroom door behind her and at the dresser, picked up the silver-framed
portrait of her parents. Running her fingers over the fine layer of dust on the
glass, she traced a heart around their heads. Besides the thick Italian hair, she
had inherited her mother’s brilliant green eyes and porcelain-fine nose. She
smiled at the memory of her father, a lawyer. He’d given Scarlet her
independence and an insatiable curiosity.
Thank God for her mother’s courage, she thought. Whenever Daddy’s
curiosity and stubbornness got her in trouble, Mom’s fortitude was always there
to help her out.
Scarlet pressed the picture to her chest as memories took her back two years to
the stuffy attorney’s office three days after the funeral. Her father’s will had left
the vacation house to her and her brother, but Gary had opted to stay in
Minnesota and try to get his band off the ground. She had been more than ready
to move to the coast and begin a new life. Not having any close friends or
relatives to keep her at home she'd packed, reluctantly said good-bye to Gary,
and left for sunny California with hopes of a brighter future.
Now, two years later, she was twenty-six, had a stable job, and finally Gary
was back in her life. She wasn’t alone anymore. Now she could put all the
memories behind her and start living her life for herself instead of trying to work
day to day just to forget.
Yes, she told herself, it was time to have a little fun.
Undressing, she pulled a silky violet nightgown from the drawer, then brushed
through her hair. Her mother smiled up at her from within the silver frame.