Storyline:He had decided it was time to take her away from Paris for he feared for her life when he was at sea. Each time he would return from the sea he would hear more and more stories about people dying mysteriously, of these dead, bearing no marks on their bodies other than two marks on their necks. He had heard of vampires and he didn’t believe in such creatures but regardless, it was time to get her to a safe place.
While he was away for months at sea, she had become bored and lonely. The days were long and her nights were lonely, she missed his company and had found an ache in her heart she couldn’t explain.
During these times with him at sea, Genevieve had become increasingly active at night. Her hunger to taste the warm lifeblood of mortals as it would slide down her throat had become insatiable. She was becoming careless and she had nearly been caught twice in the last week but by sheer luck and her newfound ability to shape-shift, she was able to flee the scene of her crimes transforming herself into a white cat.
It was four years ago that he had found her, in a dark alley not far from the tavern he had just left, after laying a kings ransom down on the bar for his crew for wine, women and food for they had just returned from an arduous eight months at sea, not seeing land or having a decent meal and were in dire need of the company of women. He had found her in a crumpled heap, weak with need for sustenance and so it was that he had taken her back to his Chalet. He had left her in the hands of his trusted housekeeper and her two daughters to bring her back to health as he had to leave immediately to close a deal in a neighbouring village for his next sea journey.
It was on this night that one of his housekeeper’s daughters had become her lifeblood. She had sunk her teeth into her soft virgin neck drinking deeply but had only taken enough to sustain her. This young virgin would be her constant companion and friend as the days in his chalet grew to weeks and then months while the Captain was at sea. She had given the young girl a taste for blood just as she needed it and together at night when the chalet was asleep, together they would pose as mother and daughter, helpless and alone in the big city. This is how they would find their prey.
But last night after he had readied his ship and crew for another long journey, he had come to her and declared his love for her. He had taken her in his arms and made sweet gentle love to her, held her in his passionate embrace filling her with sensations she had never in her mortal life known. It was then that she had realised, over time she had grown to love her Captain and couldn’t live without him. When they woke together still entwined in each others arms in the dark room, he had told her that he was taking her with him. That he had to get her away from Paris, to keep her safe from these dark elements that hung over the city, to keep her close to him for he could no longer hold back this love that had grown from the moment he had set eyes on her those four years ago.
Now as they stood on the deck of his ship, the soft warm wind blowing in their faces and the crew about to bunk down for the night, her hunger had returned. She was growing weak again and knew that soon she would have to sate it.
Dare she just take from his crew or was his love for her so intense that she could confide in him of her need? Would he understand and allow her to seek sustenance from him as she needed it or would he try to kill her with a new found hatred of what she was? Could she find the strength in herself to take from him only what she needed to survive, without taking him over to the dark side completely even possibly kill him with her hunger? She loved this man with a love she had never known in her mortal life and now in this existence of hers, she knew she didn’t want to lose his love or what he had given her in her two hundred year old immortal life. A love so deep, so unconditional, that to be without him or the love he bestows on her, had made her question her existence. Dare she confide in him,
