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  Vampires of the Sun

  Andrea Glenn

  Warning

  This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language. This material is meant for mature audiences!

  Vampires of the Sun

  A Whispers Publishing Publication

  September 2007

  Copyright ©2007 Andrea Glenn

  Cover illustration copyright © 2007 Rene Walden

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

  Published by: Whispers Publishing, P.O. Box 1165, Ladson, SC 29456-1165.

  Previous Works by Andrea Glenn

  The Coffee Shop

  Style of a Lifetime

  Safe Haven

  Miami Desire

  A Dark Night in Paris

  Dedication

  ~I usually find it difficult to add a dedication to my work, but on this book, there is no question whom the inspiration is. If it weren't for him, none of this would have been possible. He encouraged me, prodded me, and showed me what it is to truly love. His insight is what gave me the title, and in this book is his heart and soul. This is for my Master, who I love and cherish beyond mere words. ~Andrea Glenn

  Chapter One

  Sebastian Desiderio sat on the empty beach at Carnota, in Spain. He was a lone figure looking up into the purple, night-sky, counting the vast array of twinkling stars before him. He closed his weary eyes as a warm and gentle breeze wafted by, blowing his long, black hair away from his handsome, yet very pale face. His dark, bottomless eyes gazed across the expanse of sea and he sighed heavily. It had been over five hundred years since he had been created and yet he was still plagued with discontent.

  He leaned back in the sand and breathed deeply, trying to clear his thoughts. He was bored and restless. It was times like this that he cursed his creator.

  Being a vampire wasn't his idea. He was defiled by a sorceress while on a mission—a mission of enlightenment and discovery. He'd had no choice in the matter, and sometimes still fought the struggle of the dark mark that was placed upon his heart and branded into what was once his soul.

  There were many times when he was struck by the reality that he was actually a vampire—a creature of the night. He was something much more than any myth could ever describe; more than some silly bedtime story told by the light of a fire. Bram Stoker didn't have a clue.

  Sebastian was no longer a mere man. He was an immortal, long dead in one sense, yet very much alive in another. But the hardest part for him had always been the fact that he was destined to be completely and utterly alone, living a life in shadows filled with pain and despair.

  The idea of being one of the “un-dead” sometimes brought him to his knees with laughter, and at other times ... there were tears, anguished tears filled with blood. Those were the times he went away into a very dark and secret place, far away from curious eyes. It was there in the total blackness that he relived his life and all that had been lost.

  Memories began to wash over him as he observed a large ship in the distance. On nights like this, it only seemed like yesterday that he had begun his long journey into night when he joined the fateful expedition into what is now America, with Francisco Vázquez de Coronado.

  Chapter Two

  The Coronado expedition explored the vast amount of land in what is now known as the Western United States. It was only after the group had given up searching for the mythical Seven Golden Cities of Cibola that they came upon a large area of village dwellers, which the Spaniards later named the Pueblo Indians.

  One night while in the encampment, Sebastian encountered an Anasazi, or ancient one, while on duty walking the perimeter. Almost immediately, he felt a fear unlike any he had experienced in his thirty years. He was hypnotized by the old man's soulless eyes and at once and fell into a deep stupor.

  The Anasazi moved toward him swiftly, and suddenly time seemed to slow as Sebastian felt his body slowly crumble to the hard, rocky ground. Completely paralyzed, except for his eyes, he could only watch in horror as this hechicero, or witchdoctor, began to chant over him.

  Almost instantly the night turned frigid. The extreme cold began to seep through Sebastian's clothing and into his bones. He lay on the dusty basin floor, helpless and shivering as the Anasazi leaned over him, his eyes glassy as he blew smoke from his fetid breath into Sebastian's face.

  Powerless, he stared as the ancient one began to convulse and spittle formed around the corners of his cracked and parched mouth. It was only then that Sebastian noticed that a large group of villagers had surrounded them and they, too, had begun to chant incomprehensibly.

  Silently, Sebastian prayed someone from the expedition would hear the maniacal noise and come to his rescue, but he somehow knew they wouldn't or couldn't. They were probably under the same spell he was. Sebastian was trapped and felt the darkness enveloping him.

  Suddenly, the Anasazi stepped back and moved into the shadows. Sebastian felt his heart rate begin to slow, and he thought the worst was over, only to see a beautiful young woman striding over to his prone body. His gaze fell upon the scantily clad figure, with long black hair cascading down over her shoulders. Their eyes met and he was at once both terrified and filled with an indescribable desire at the sight of her exceptional green eyes that glowed with a light from somewhere deep within. It was at that very moment he felt his heart begin to thud in his chest once again. This time it began to race.

  The young woman looked down at Sebastian and smiled, her teeth white and gleaming in the moonlight. “You have been chosen,” she said in perfect Spanish.

  Noticing a subtle change in the air, Sebastian struggled on the hard ground, trying to say something, his mind screaming in fear and confusion. His lips were closed firmly and he was unable to move them.

  "You will not speak now. It is time for you to create and be created.” The woman closed her eyes as if in meditation. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing sharp incisors. She moaned loudly and looked back down at Sebastian, slowly licking her lips. Her gaze was that of a predator, ready to strike.

  Beyond terror, Sebastian's eyes darted around to all of the villagers who were continuing to chant in some sort of altered state. No one looked directly at him. Please, Mother of God, help me! His mind was clear, yet he was trapped in a body that couldn't move or speak.

  All at once, the young woman screamed out, and at her voice, the villagers all began to make a horrifying keening sound. With one sweep of her hand, she commanded quiet. There was a steady hum in the night air as her attention focused once again on Sebastian.

  "I am called M
iakoda. It means power of the moon, and you are Sebastian Desiderio.” She paused. “I have been waiting for you all my life. It has been written in the ancient text that you would come."

  Sebastian felt his stomach clench at the words. He had no idea how this young woman knew his name; nor how she knew he would come not only to this country, but to this particular village.

  Ignoring the obvious fear in his eyes, Miakoda turned and nodded toward her people. “It is time,” she whispered, and began to chant. Her arms lifted toward the sky as her voice began to tremble. She stopped and looked into his face as she came forward, and waved her hands across his head, stomach and groin area. She leaned down and breathed into his ear, slowly licking and sucking the lobe. “Be at peace."

  Although his arms and legs were still paralyzed, Sebastian could now feel the rest of his body, and the instant arousal from the erotic sensation of this young woman's attentions at his ear began to fill him with immense heat.

  Miakoda began stroking his neck and ear, which was enhancing the longing that began to spread throughout his body. She ran her long fingernails through his long, glossy hair and then down his shoulders, brushing across his chest. From there, she grazed the palm of her hand down his hardened front.

  Sebastian couldn't help but struggle to push upwards. As if to read his mind, Miakoda reached under the material he was wearing and exposed him to the cool air. Taking him in one hand, she gently moved her tongue over the tip, licking away the beads of fluid. She gracefully danced her tongue over him slowly, taking her time.

  Sebastian's eyes grew wide as the feeling began to overwhelm him. Please! He knew she could hear his thoughts because she looked at him and smiled.

  Miakoda gave him a very soft kiss, then ran her tongue from the base of his erection all the way up, taking just the head into her mouth. She sucked deeply, allowing him to slide down her throat.

  Sebastian felt a change in his body and his middle jerked up off the ground and came slamming back down hard. His mouth opened but only a guttural sound was emitted from deep within his chest. He tried to move again, but couldn't.

  "Be at peace,” she whispered again, and gently stroked his stomach. She moved up his body and swung her leg over his hips, straddling him. She gazed into his eyes hungrily and laughed softly as she untied the leather straps on his shirt. She kissed his lean, muscular chest. “Encantador."

  Sitting up, she pulled the fabric that was covering her dark and supple body up and over her head, showing she was wearing nothing underneath. Her smooth dark complexion shimmered in the moonlight, as did her firm breasts with their dusky nipples protruding ... taunting him. She ran her hands along her belly and to her breasts. She cupped them, squeezing, and pinching the hard little pebbles.

  Sebastian felt a gentle ripple moving throughout his body as he watched the sorceress above him. His mind begged for the feeling to come back to his arms so he could pull her into an embrace and smother her lips with a deep and drowning kiss, even though he knew everything was wrong. The whole situation seemed so unreal, yet something deep inside made him cringe. He knew this was meant to be.

  Without warning, she grasped him in her small delicate hand, and firmly brushed his thickness against her damp opening. She tilted her head back and moaned softly, delaying the inevitable. Something changed, and Sebastian felt it. He was finally able to buck his hips upwards, desperate for entrance. His eyes begged her to continue, as he writhed on the hard ground. She smiled knowingly and rubbed him over her swollen flesh, and allowed him to push in just a little.

  Sebastian's mind swam in a fury of passion and desire. Please!

  Once again, as if she were reading his mind, she allowed more of him to enter her, then more—making his sensitivity heighten to unknown areas of pleasure. After a few torturous minutes, she allowed him to glide easily inside her all the way. She gasped loudly, and Sebastian was now able to issue forth a low growl, which echoed throughout the canyon.

  The tightness gripped around him and he felt the heat and friction beginning to grow. Miakoda lifted her hips, while bracing herself against his chest, and slammed back down on him forcefully. Each time she moved, she ground her hips into him harder and faster, twisting back and forth.

  Sebastian watched in awe as she threw her head back, breathing in shallow gasps, hissing between her teeth. He knew that he was about to go beyond the point of no return, and closed his eyes tightly as the intense feeling began to circulate through his burning veins.

  Miakoda looked at him and groaned deeply from her throat. Her voice was husky and full of passion. She continued to straddle him, pumping with mindless force; and suddenly he felt her grip tighten around him, clenching and unclenching involuntary. Her muscles were contracting intensely, and it was too much for him. He had to finally release the pressure that had been building to the point of madness. With a loud grunt, he poured forth into her, and shuddering spasms rocked his body. His eyes were closed tightly as he heard her scream his name, and he didn't see her bare her teeth.

  With stunning speed, Miakoda leaned forward and sank her incisors into Sebastian's throat, allowing the explosive throbbing of his orgasm to pump life giving blood into her waiting lips and down into her dry throat. He had not only given her his life's blood, but he had also given her the seed of life that was now being created in her womb.

  The group of villagers looked on as Miakoda drank Sebastian in. The sound of her swallowing greedily was all that could be heard in the darkness of the haunted basin.

  Sebastian was still at the height of the most incredible climax he had ever experienced when he felt the sharp pain in his neck. He was shocked and dazed at the feeling of completeness that spread through his limbs. It was as if he had been waiting for this to happen all his life. He was no longer afraid. As Miakoda drank from his essence, he simply relaxed as the throbbing continued in his groin and in his throat. After all his years of searching for meaning in his life, for something more than just work and pleasure ... he finally found his true destiny, although he wasn't exactly sure just what that destiny was. He knew his life had just changed forever.

  Miakoda slowly moved away from him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. An old woman moved to her quickly and wrapped her in a woolen blanket. Sebastian sat up, his hand on his throat, and tears of pain and confusion in his eyes. “Que?"

  Miakoda stood straight. “Sebastian Desiderio, it was written by my elders long ago that you would come, and you would be the seed for my people. It is from you that our kind will continue. You have given me a son, and he is our new salvation. He will be called Salvador."

  Sebastian blinked his eyes, uncomprehending all that had just happened. He lowered his head into his hands.

  "You are an immortal now, Sebastian. Stand.” Miakoda walked over to him and extended her hand.

  Sebastian looked up, took her hand into his, and stood on shaky legs. He looked around at all the villagers staring at him, knowingly.

  Miakoda breathed deeply. “You belong to the night now. From the darkness, you will live and from your power you will have the ability to create others, but do so wisely. This is not a gift to be taken lightly, Sebastian. You will go and live in faraway places, and you will see and experience many things. You will never die."

  Sebastian shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, trying desperately not to panic at the words of this sorceress.

  "Listen to me. You must pay attention. There will come a time that you will feel the need to return to me and to your son, but for an eternity you will hate me and curse me for what I've done to you. Eventually, you will put the hatred and learn to live in this new world, accepting this gift from me and my elders. You will see how your seed has spread throughout the world, and will be in awe of the power that you behold."

  Sebastian felt dizzy and his eyes were out of focus. He reached out to grab her arm, but fell to the ground, unconscious.

  Miakoda looked down at the father of her unborn child,
and then back up at a group of villagers that had walked over to her cautiously. “Put him into the earth. It is almost time for the sun to rise. It will be up to him to learn how to survive now.” She turned to a young boy standing next to her. “Wolf, you will watch over him."

  Chapter Three

  Shaking his head at the memory of the time the life he had always known came to an abrupt halt and his new life began, Sebastian slowly got up and began to stroll along the deserted beach in somewhat of a daze.

  He remembered that poignant night, waking up in a dark hole with a thick blanket of fetid dirt in his hair, nose and throat. He had begun to panic and made things worse by inhaling some of the foul earth that had been his tomb.

  If it weren't for a young boy who had stayed near, he would have surely lost his sanity. The boy reached into the hellish pit and grabbed Sebastian's hand, pulling him free. Sebastian flung himself forward and crawled slowly across the hard ground, coughing and spitting the filth from his lungs.

  "I am Wolf,” the young boy said gently. “Your people have gone. They have been looking for you many days. Miakoda asked me to watch over you."

  Sebastian fell to the ground and rubbed his face, looking up into the star filled sky. He felt different. The panic and nausea he had felt only minutes before were gone, replaced by a feeling of serenity and a sudden feeling of power. He sat up quickly and looked at the boy.

  "You are to live by night and rest by day, in the earth, caves...” Wolf's voice trailed off as Sebastian's eyes suddenly flashed at him hungrily. “You may drink from me, but only a little. I cannot die. I have a mother and sisters to take care of, and I'm not to be an immortal. You are to learn to hunt on your own. Do you understand?"

  Sebastian was amazed that this boy spoke in fluent Spanish, but to his knowledge his group was the first Spaniards to have come upon the remote village. Everything seemed to be teeming with magic. “Si,” he said softly, looking down, almost embarrassed at the thoughts that were swimming in his new mind.