dontravis.com blog post #629
First,
happy Thanksgiving wishes to all. Don’t overeat… too much. It’s a good family
day, so enjoy it.
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A
BLOODLINE OF SAINTS AND SINNERS
Prince grew agitated with
himself. What was taking so long? The woman was susceptible, he was certain of
that. He’d tested Miriam in a hundred ways since he met her at a cocktail party
six months ago. He’d played little games with the fetching blonde that very
first night. Suggesting that she really didn’t dislike Scotch, after all, and watching
her drink it for the rest of the evening instead of her usual bourbon.
And he’d talked her into a
date or two, despite the feeling she was wary of him. He well understood there
were those who could sense individuals like him the moment they met. He’d run
into many of them over the length of his bloodline, but Miriam Hindleson did
not appear to be one of them.
He thought back over the past
few months. She did have a strong will beneath that polite, deferential
exterior. He hadn’t managed to get a moment alone with her despite escorting
her to a horrendously expensive—and mediocre—Broadway opening and an equally
costly dinner at the Four Seasons. Close, but not quite. She’d faltered before
closing the door to him the last time he’d taken her home. That was the reason
he’d invited her out this evening. But she obviously had other plans and
declined his offer. Let’s face it, she’d turned him down flat.
Perhaps it was the influence
of that brunette from somewhere in the middle of the country, that Loretta
Montrose who pulled Miriam another direction. Mayhap there was even a love
affair between the two women, although he doubted it. He was sensitive to
“those kinds” of people, and used it to his advantage when a particular young
man caught his fancy.
No, but there was something
between the two women. A closeness, an affinity that was unusual. Very well,
he’d just have to try harder.
****
Miriam came to her senses as
she walked the Avenue. Perhaps it was the rumble of traffic or passersby
hailing one another. Or perhaps it was an alarm buried deep in her own
subconscious. Whatever it was, she came to an abrupt halt and cried aloud,
causing nearby pedestrians to give her a strange look.
“Watch it, lady!” one stroller
warned as he detoured around her. Prince! For a moment, she thought it was
Prince Drexell, but it wasn’t. Nonetheless, the conscious thought of the man
she found strangely abhorrent sobered her. Abruptly, she reversed direction and
fled back to her brownstone.
****
Prince refreshed his drink and
settled back into his hair. After a refreshing sip, he closed his eyes, concentrated
on a mental image of the lovely Miriam Hindler, and commenced his mantra.
“Come, my dear. Do not be
afraid. Come to me. Come, come.”
It felt as if he were starting
all over again, and he divined that was true. She’d eluded him, but he’d
prevail yet.
“Come, come, come….”
He was tiring and about to
give up for the night, when he sensed a response. Faint, but a response. Perhaps
the Montrose woman had been with Miriam. If so, she was likely gone now. Yes…
yes. The response was stronger, yet he sensed resistance. Concentrating harder,
he threw his net wider, farther. Wider than ever before. Was he that hungry for
this blonde vision? After all, he’d tasted many… a multitude during the course
of his bloodline. But for some reason this perfectly ordinary woman had become
an obsession.
He reconsidered his last
thought. Ordinary? Yes… yes, she was. Extraordinary in looks, but everything
else about her was rather common compared to other women he’d had. Highborn
movers and shakers had beaten the path to his doorway. So why was this woman so
resistant to his… embrace?
He didn’t know. And that was
what made her so fetching. He grimaced as he concentrated so deeply it was
almost painful. Muttering, whispering, repeating his mantra over and over
again. “Come… come… come to me.
While he felt he was making
progress, he was still taken aback at the ringing of his doorbell. A smile
broke across his features. Success. She was here. Strange that he did not sense
it. Usually he had forewarning. This ordinary woman was proving surprising in a
number of ways.
Prince took a final sip of his
drink, stood, adjusted his smoking jacket, and walked to the door, muttering
beneath his breath as the bell sounded again.
“Patience, my dear. I’m on my
way.”
Prince opened the door and was
startled at the sight of the figure on his stoop. A tall brunette stood with a
vacant look in her eyes. The Montrose woman.
He recovered and took her
hand, leading her docilly inside. He would have to beware of casting such a
broad net in the future. But this Loretta creature would do for the time being.
She must have been closer to Miriam than he thought. Oh, well.
Wordlessly, he led the
befuddled woman inside, swept the coat from around her shoulders, and pulled
her into an embrace. Eyeing that long, lovely throat hungrily.
****
Now we see why
Prince is so obsessed by bloodlines.
Wonder what’s coming up next? Don’t have any idea.
Stay safe and stay strong.
Now my
mantra: Keep on reading and keep on writing. You have something to say… so
say it!
Don’t
forget to check out my BJ Vinson murder mystery series starting with The
Zozobra Incident and ending with The Cutie-Pie Murders:
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See you next Thursday.
Don
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