Why are you in hiding, why won’t you come near? I just don’t understand.
I showed you all you wanted with my pale shown skin and eyes of placid hue,
Can I not make good with my scaly back these advancements I give to you?
When I had the allure of grace and seemed a prince of men,
You ravaged me with sultry words and came lovingly within my den.
You desired to be adored by me; you begged for me to caress your face,
You bore your soul, you caged your heart; you plummeted from grace.
Does my scaly skin, my precious lies not tempt your velvet lips?
Do my claws not feel the same as they grasp your fragile hips?
Let you learn you’re too soon to trust, too easy to deceive, oh, these things that let me in.
The disguise of evil, scaly skin; my love, you too quickly gave into sin.”
~ I’ve been captured by the Hunter… Brooklyn Sydney Davis
Excerpt from Bound by Prophecy
A sneak peek of what is to come:
Reaching up, Gavin jumped, his hands catching hold of the wrought iron railing of the balcony above us. He pulled us both up and over onto the concrete patio. Through the window I saw a woman staring out at us. The color fled from her face and she gripped the curtains hanging to the side of the French door just before she collapsed onto the floor.
Leaping again, Gavin pulled us up onto the second balcony. He continued to effortlessly scale the balconies until we’d reached the roof. Sitting down, he scooted us both back from the edge of the building. The wind howled around the corner and the screams from the crowd below were almost silenced by it. Staring down, I finally saw what the people were running from.
There were several very large, statuesque men combing through the crowd. They selectively yanked up people fleeing past them. They’d pull them close to their face, almost as if they were inhaling and savoring the delicate fragrance of a rose. Moments later they’d snap their necks to the side and, if that violent motion hadn’t stilled them, these men would bite them, sucking all life from them. The scream from the person trapped in their grip would rise shrilly above the hundreds of other panicked cries. Their body would flail, twitching, trying to free themselves from the hold of these demons. These men were moving with a swiftness that made me certain whoever they were searching for would never be able to escape them. Inhuman speed; a speed that seemed to almost pause the movement of everything else around them. The same speed Gavin had been moving with.
“Stop watching them!” Gavin demanded.
Unable to tear my gaze away from the mayhem unfolding below us, I realized that every person they were grabbing was a woman. A dark-haired woman.
I fell back, my feet pushing against the roof to get me away from the edge. My mouth was dry. Trying to form words, my tongue whipped around the inside of my mouth to wet it. I could feel the blood draining out of my face, my fingers tingled, and I fought to catch my breath. “Me.” I managed to whisper. “They’re looking for me… aren’t they?” My stare was frozen to the edge of the roof, the despairing cries from below ringing in my ears. “That’s what they’re going to do to me… that’s me… my fate. Me.” Without being aware of it, I had stood up and was screaming.
Gavin grabbed me, jerking me back down. My head slammed against the cold concrete and he pushed his entire body on top of me. His chest heaving, his warm breath flowing over my face as he pressed his forehead to mine. His hands had pinned my arms above my head, his legs straddling my pelvis, keeping me from leaping back to my feet as panic pulsed through me.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at me. “Shhh! You’ve got to be quite. They can hear things…” his voice lowered to a whisper. “They can hear your damned heart beating. You’ve got to be silent.”
Coming summer of 2014
About the Author:
Stevie J. Cole has written macabre poetry for the past seventeen years and published her debut novel, Bound to the Fallen, in February of 2014. Bound by Sin was written after several people had asked about how Gavin came to be what he is. The second novel in the Prophecy series, Bound by Prophecy, is anticipated to be released in the summer of 2014.
Stevie has a love for sloths, the color pink, hoards empty wine bottles, and adores post-grunge alternative music. She also has slight obsessions with mythology and vampires, and is absolutely terrified of the imminent threat of the zombie apocalypse. She hopes to one day own a water fortress, because we all know zombies can’t swim.
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