Vampire Queen (Book 2 Vampire Witch Trilogy) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

As time wore on, my body recovered from the feeling of revulsion the drinks that I’d forced down caused. Thoughts of the love couple eased into the back of my mind. I found myself actually relaxing and even enjoying Pierre’s company.  He proved to be witty and incredibly charismatic when he wasn’t on guard about his position within the kingdom’s realm. I even surprised myself by wondering what it might be like to rule the kingdom with him by my side. I forced the thought from my mind by pushing images of Geo into the forefront.The fact that I could be jealously unnerved over Abigail’s reunion with Luthias and needed to force images of Geo into my head in order to push thoughts of partnering with Pierre out of it concerned me.  I’d been a vampire long enough to understand that vamp genes were highly sexual genes that sometimes needed to be kept under control, but I didn’t believe I could blame my fickleness on them. My feeli

Our discussion about my dating Pierre proved, without a shadow of a doubt the depth of Luthias’s love for me.  Whether it was because of his bond with Geo or the fact that I’d met Geo and fallen for him prior to meeting Luthias, I don’t know, but he tolerated my feelings for Geo and accepted the courtship challenge grandfather put in place for the three of us.  He did not, however, feel the same when it came to my being with, or even thinking about being with anyone else.  He made that abundantly clear after we’d satiated our passion and were once again calm enough to discuss our situation.Not only was he a raging, jealous fool at the thought of my possibly falling in love with and giving my heart to Pierre, he went against all the promiscuous vampirism traits of Vampire Land as the Verso side of him poured forth and he declared an intolerance for the thought of Pierre even touching me in an intimate manner.  Talk about double stan

Had I not known that Jason Masters was a werewolf, I doubt I’d have ever figured it out; especially since I’d only recently learned that werewolves existed and was never exposed to one.  Now that I was familiar with vampires, I realized that there were subtle differences between them and humans.  Their body temperature was lower, their skin tone was less robust, and their tolerance to the high temperatures on earth’s desolated land and the intense rays of the sun was poor. I had no idea what to look for when it came to spotting a werewolf. With the exception of his overly muscular body, Jason Masters looked just as normal as any other man I might meet.  Unlike the vampires, his skin was rich and swarthy.  His carnivore diet clearly aided in maintaining his strong, chiseled physique and swarthy complexion.  His arms were thick with rich black curls.  I could see tufts of similar curls struggling to free themselves from the

I don’t know why it surprised me when I realized the distance we needed to cover in order to reach the mutant vampire subterranean kingdom from Vampire Land. It made sense that Sybil would want to keep her kingdom safe from all enemies, not just humans.  By staying as far away from the vampire’s territory as possible and keeping under the radar by living underground, her people ran less of a risk of running into their enemies.  It was the next best thing to the protection veil Gwendoline placed over Verso.   The mutant kingdom may not be hidden by a magical veil that created an alternate reality, but it was fairly well hidden none-the-less.  We would have to leave the comfortable climate of our remote mountain wilderness and cross barren land that still spoke of the nuclear scorching it received a century ago. Although it hadn’t been that long since I’d made just such a journey, I was a human who grew up in and was well acclimated to

We’d decided mimicking human behavior by traveling in the light of day and resting at night, would bring less attention to us, should we be seen by anyone. This worked out well for everyone except Luthias and me.  His years of mingling with humans earned him a greater tolerance for the harsh sun than most vampires, but even he had his limits.  As for me, I hadn’t been a vampire long enough to suffer the effects of the sun like an old vampire might, but I still suffered its effects; not to mention I was pregnant and sickly.  The sun’s rays made me uncomfortably hot. The jostling of the little wagon made me nauseous.  By the time we stopped to make camp, I was practically green and nursing a whopper of a headache.We were still in no-man’s land, with minimal vegetation and even less animal life to sustain us.  Supernatural beings can go far longer without food than humans can.  Rob kept his hunger to himself, but he didn&rsq