Crossing the Veil

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Crossing the Veil – Mychael Black

Modern Druid Elijah has a lot going for a nice loft, a good bartending job at a hot gay nightclub… and a vampire for a boyfriend. So what happens when he begs for his lover to turn him during a Samhain ritual?

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EXCERPT:

“Another?”

Elijah shook his head and tossed back the last of his whiskey. “No, thanks. I’m done for the night.”

“Okay. Take it easy.”

Nodding, Elijah stood, grateful he’d only had one. He walked out of the bar and into the chill night air. The streets were still buzzing with people, mortal and vampire alike. Since the world had accepted the existence of vampires, such sights had become commonplace.

Elijah shrank further into his coat and shoved his hands into the pockets. It seemed the vampires came out more on Samhain than any other time of the year. Elijah couldn’t blame them. It was really the only time they didn’t catch a lot of flack from mortals.

“Excuse me.”

The voice came from the shadows off to his left. Elijah stopped and peered into the darkness. “Yes?”

A man stepped into the dim light of the street lamp, and Elijah nearly forgot to breathe. Long hair the color of midnight silk, deep blue eyes that could pierce a man’s soul, and a deep timbre that sent shivers down Elijah’s spine. The man, who towered over him, held Elijah’s rapt attention like no one else.

“Might you have a light?” the man asked, holding a cigarette between long fingers.

Elijah shook his head to rid it of thoughts of those fingers buried deep inside him. He flipped out his lighter and lit the end of the man’s cigarette.

“Thank you.”

Elijah tried his best to hide a shudder. “Welcome.” He slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his jeans and started to turn away.

“You do not like my kind?”

The words stopped him short. Turning, Elijah bit the corner of his bottom lip, gaze traveling over the long but well-built form. “Vampires don’t bother me.”

“Do we intimidate you?” The man stepped closer.

Elijah swallowed hard.  “A little.” His heart thundered, and his pulse sounded like a thousand drums in his own ears. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who could hear it.

“Do I frighten you?”

Elijah opened his mouth to say ‘yes’ or maybe ‘no’ — he wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, it sure as Hell wasn’t supposed to be: “Please.”