A Stranger in My Window
C J Benito
Translated by Federico Renzi
“A Stranger in My Window”
Written By C J Benito
Copyright © 2017 C J Benito
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Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.
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Translated by Federico Renzi
Cover Design © 2017 C J Benito
“Babelcube Books” and “Babelcube” are trademarks of Babelcube Inc.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
A stranger in my window
INDEX
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
THE END?
A stranger in my window
INDEX
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
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Edited by Babelcube, Inc.
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Translated by Federico Renzi
"Babelcube Books" and "Babelcube" are trademarks of Babelcube Inc
Chapter 1
Logan Wallace was tall, athletic body, blond hair and bright green eyes. With women was a real magnet, he fixed the target and none resisted. "Every night a different woman," was his motto.
Millionaire birth, never knew what it was poverty or adversity. Out of sheer hobby, he went on to write books of espionage, taking unexpected surprise, to become soon a famous writer of bestsellers. Everything in his life seemed perfect at twenty-eight. But inside none of that mattered. Used the women to calm his sexual desires, but was unable to fall in love or commitment, no woman attracted him enough to start a serious relationship.
He spent the money without control, because his fortune looked increased constantly for the benefits of their companies and novels. But with each passing day, he felt empty. It was like having the recorded blood death. Nothing was excited nothing interested him. Every day it was harder to get out of bed, could not find any reason to continue living a completely artificial life.
That morning at the private airfield, would play his favorite sport, skydiving. He always felt a strong attraction to extreme sports.
The plane had engine. Just jump his instructor Ted Wilson and himself. Ted approached him and began to check her harness. Logan raised his hands to let free field.
— Logan fuck! Again, you have loose harnesses you should review them.
— That's what I will pay you. Logan answered curtly.
Ted ignored him; he was used to the rudeness of that eccentric millionaire. He stands it because he gave good rewards.
They boarded the plane, which oozes a unique sickening smell of hot plastic and poorly ventilated cabin. They finished checking the altimeter and helmet intercom. Logan placed sunglasses and gloves. Slowly the plane headed for the runway. They would not be more than the midnight; the sun shone and hardly had cloudiness.
- An excellent day to jump! Ted shouted.
Logan ignored again.
The pilot spoke with the control tower assigned track and granted permission to take off. Once on the track, was gradually gaining speed to rise, this was the favorite part of Logan. He looked out the window, everything seemed so small from that height, up inner emptiness.
A few minutes later, the pilot told them already on the drop zone. Ted nodded at Logan to be prepared, as he opened the door of the plane. Engine noise and air was deafening, but Logan did not seem bother him.
Ted raised his thumb up to indicate when was ready to jump. Logan nodded his head and placed right on the edge of the door. He hunched and he dropped.
It was fantastic sensation of falling seemed like flying, with the only difference being that if you not opened the parachute you killed yourself. Logan closed his eyes, he felt in peace, the wind rocked and stroked his face.
Altimeter alarm jumped noisy, Logan opened his eyes, looked down and simply be dropped.
By the handset, Ted started screaming.
- Logan opens the parachute! Damn fool opens the parachute!
Since the plane, Ted sensed something was wrong and jumped. He leaned; arms stuck to the body and plummeted to where Logan was with the speed of a bullet. He kept screaming over the intercom, but Logan did not respond. When he reached him, he approached with care, until he could grab his shoulder. Logan was not looking he seemed absent. Ted pulled the pin Parachute Logan, getting that he to rise immediately. Ted opened his parachute and kept at a safe distance, watching.
Once landed, Ted ran to him and had to restrain himself for not hit him.
- Son of a bitch! If you want to kill yourself, jump off a roof, but do not come here to fuck.
Logan got rid of the harness that kept attached to the parachute and walked away, as usual, without explanation.
Next to the hangar, his limousine was waiting for him. He opened the door and he dropped heavily into the back seat. He took a beer from the minibar, pulled the ring and gave it a good shot until almost exhausting his contents. He did not know what had happened to him, but could not open the parachute. His Self-preservation had simply turned off. Without the help of Ted he would be dead now.
Sometimes he thought he was one of those millionaires who once had everything, came into depression because they did not have any goals for which to fight. But he was not, inside something wrong or something was missing, he did not know how to explain.
He removed his glasses and threw to the chair opposite. Why he could not be happy if he had it all? Why he did not know a good woman that raise a family? The answer always seemed to dodge him.
Logan bought an apartment on the top floor of Madison building. More modern, higher and expensive construction of Chicago. From there, overlooking the city, other than it was the perfect riding; all the women he knew wanted to go there. Although be handsome and millionaire be influenced.
He ordered Chinese food and lay down on the couch ready to enjoy a game of rugby, another of his favorite sports. Sometimes he is paying a local team, to let him train with them.
He turned on the television of fifty-four inches, switches to channel thirty up the volume. The shouting was huge; the bleachers were enthusiastic about the Dallas team. He took off his shirt and shoes.
- Ah! Now relax.
— The food arrived!
He opened the door and before the Asian guy say anything, generously paid, grabbed the food and shut the door.
He dropped the box with rice and drink on the table. He leaped for joy; Dallas scored one goal shortly after starting the game.
A few hours later, he was asleep on the couch; beer had done its job. The cool night breeze coming through the windows of the apartment, Logan scratched his head. The cold had awakened.
Reluctantly, with his eyes, half closed and a bad headache turned off the television and walked to the shower. He selected temperature and opened the tap. He never understood how people could settle regulating the hot and cold water with two taps.
He undressed completely and went into the shower. What a feeling so spectacular, the water falling through his body, relaxing him and fondling. He turned on the shower mp3. With music, everything was better.
An hour later, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried the body and hair. He heard a knock, as if someone had thrown a stone at a window.
-That's impossible -. He thought the apartment was on the ground one hundred ten.
He knotted the towel as he could and went to the bedroom window, which was where he thought he heard the noise. When he opened the door, he was astonished with what he saw.
A woman on the ledge of black hair, green eyes and extremely white skin, looked at him sadly. His black hair fluttering in the wind, should measure at least one meter eighty. Logan did not understand what did there such a beautiful woman outside.
Chapter 2
Logan ran to the window, opened it and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her inside and closed the window. The woman was not looking, and still in shock. Logan did not know what to say or do.
—¿Are you ok?
The woman looked at him, but does not seem to be afraid but rather curiosity
— Would you like a glass of water?
—No. — answer.
His voice was soft, relaxed and enjoyable. Logan came to her and helped her sit up in bed.
— God you are frozen! I will bring a blanket.
He opened a cupboard and began rummaging. He had an assistant who managed the apartment in the morning, so he had no idea where to find a blanket or something that will look like. He recorded a couple of big bags and found a not very large blanket.
— Will serve!
He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it to women.
— Why were you out there?
She looked at him without saying anything.
— You want to call someone?
More silence. Logan was starting to feel overwhelmed with so much silence.
— I see you are not very talkative. Anyway, if I had been out there, would not much like talking.
He bends down and took her hand. His green eyes contrast with his complexion, looked like one of those Japanese porcelain dolls.
— Well I'll call the police. They know how to find your family.
Logan rose and was at that moment when he felt like the woman grabbed his arm. The next thing he remembered was lie in bed and woman standing, watching. He not understands how a woman of delicate appearance, could have that strength and speed. The woman jumped on him, his arms like two columns flanking. His green eyes became red blood and from his mouth emerged two prominent fangs.
— Fuck! Moreover, I thought that vampires are a bluff of cinema. Now what you play? Does drinking my blood until I die?
— Right -. She replied coldly.
— There is only one problem in your plan -. Logan said.
— A problem?
— What? — asked puzzled the vampire.
Long time ago he suffered a kidnapping attempt, since he always carried a gun over. Had several guns scattered around the apartment, one of them under the pillow.
The vampire felt like Logan nails gun barrel against her ribs.
— It will not kill me. - Said the vampire smiling.
— It is a forty-four magnum, not kill you, but will leave drips off for hours. I do not think that is pleasing to you. But I'll make you a deal.
— I do not make deals with human!
— All right. You lose it. - Logan said taking the gun ready to fire.
— Wait! Cried the vampire. - What deal?
The truth is that Logan was tired; the depression consumed him and wished for death, the proof were what had happened during the morning break. - Anyone else would have been terrified, by the mere presence of that beautiful demon, but he did not. - He had nothing to lose.
— If you let me kiss you, I will not offer any resistance when you want to kill me.
— Kiss me?
The vampire could not leave his amazement, disgusted her the idea of kissing a human. - She was aware sex between vampires; even vampires knew who have sex with humans. But since she was turned over two hundred years ago, She did not think about these issues. On his head was only hatred and coldness.
— No!
— You are stupid. Do you prefer that I break your ribs, not to kiss and then enjoy the feast?
— But ... Why do you want to kiss me?
— To be honest I do not know. I have thought be right now on the fly. What I can tell you, I'm an eccentric rich. I've slept with all kinds of women, but look where I've never kissed a vampire.
— All right!
— Perfect then. This ... Do you mind removing those ugly red eyes? Is cutting me the inspiration, you understand me.
The vampire looked offended, she focuses not without effort and his eyes turned to be green.
— That’s much better. - He thought Logan.
Gently he ran a hand through his back while the other drew the head of the vampire to him. When his lips touched hers, she felt a real adrenaline rush. - They were soft and delicate. - He kissed slowly, not in vain would be his last kiss. Gradually he got her to open her mouth and started playing with his tongue brushing his teeth surface. - It was strange, to feel those fangs. She felt a great revulsion at first, but a few minutes later, felt as if something awakened in his body. Guided by a growing desire practically unknown for her. Their tongues met. Logan could not believe, the first time that a woman made him feel something he was with his killer. What a twist of fate.
We struggled to finish the kiss, but he understood that she was not to be nice. His hands released her and he just closed his eyes. He craned his neck to let available.
She looked at him; she was collapsed by emotions that believed dead. That damn man had managed to break his barriers. She pulled back, as if gravity did not affect her. She opened the window and jumped to the roof of a nearby skyscraper.
Logan opened his eyes, did not understand why he was still alive. But he found shivering and was not because he was cold.
He got up, looked out the window and closed it.
He took a slip of a drawer and lies down on the bed. I had enough with his stupid life and now found out that vampires exist. Luckily he was neither a coward nor a fearful. Who knows, maybe it gave him a point of interest to his life.
One of his companies was weaponry was not one of those that supply the army globally, but had access to any type of weapon. It would be interesting to explore this new world and if things got ugly, could ever kill anyone.
He could not take his mind off the kiss. Even for that, it was rare; the only kiss that had made him nervous really was from a vampire. On the other hand, he wondered if she would appear another day trying to collect the debt.
— How such a beautiful creature could be so evil, it would be one of his immortal weapons? – He thought.
The dream began to want to knock him out until he got it. He fell asleep.
From the window the vampire watched him.
Chapter 3
In t
he morning, Logan got up even more confused. If not for the bruises on his arms, he might have thought it was all a bad dream. That vampire let his fingers to grab marked.
— Incredible waste of woman. Pity she's a bloodsucker. - He thought.
The morning was uneventful, boring meeting with his managers, lunch, another meeting with his publisher and stupid date with a woman without interest. He was extremely comforting, get home, take off the suit and dress comfortably. Winter is coming, but he still was hot, so he used to have the air conditioning on the clock, even when not at home.
He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, remove the cap with an opener and sat on the couch. He was going to turn on the TV, when he saw the vampire reflected in the screen off.
— Believed that vampires are not reflected in the mirrors?
The vampire did not answer, she just sat in an armchair relax with footrest that was to the right of the sofa next to the window.
— If you come to collect your debt, finishes fast. I do not like wasting time, or play with me.
The vampire looked at him with cold, calculating expression.
— I will not kill you, but you will be my servant. Said the vampire. Surprising Logan that no longer remember his voice.
— Your Servant? You dream doll!
Logan took a sip of beer. The vampire jumped grabbed his neck. But to his surprise, he did not seem to have any fear.
— Sweetie. I do not serve to anyone, much less a dead bloodsucker. - Said Logan defiantly.
The vampire realized she could not frighten who had no fear of death.
— You accept show as _ my servant in the presence of others, even though deep we were something like partners?
— That sounds more acceptable. - Said Logan as he stroked her neck reddened by the pressure. But why a vampire would need the help of a human?
— You're not an ordinary human. I have investigated you, have many resources and that help me to consolidate my position in my clan.
— Go! And I thought that you wanted me for my personality! And you only want me for my money!
Logan closed his eyes and pretend to be crying.
— You are always so stupid?
Logan scratches his head with beer bottle.
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