Do you hate it when the alarm wakes you? I mean, that IS it’s job. However, I seriously hate it when the alarm wakes me. I don’t like be startled for one. I like to be already fully awake when it goes off so I can shut it off without fumbling. Well, the past few mornings, my alarm has awakened me. I am so irked! I’m not sure why my body is so tired. At any rate, I think I’ll listen to it and hobble off to bed to watch CNN until Larry King’s croaky-ass voice puts me into the land of Zzzzzzzz. Before I go, let me entertain you by cranking up the heat…
Yeah, I used Avril Lavigne in the Bar. She’s the physical representation of Kendall Reed. Here’s her intro to the Bar as told by Darrien Ellsworth.
She was so intrigued by the vampire punching the dragon that her fangs were half down. The sight of those fangs had me half out of my seat. Her overall package was hot. She was of medium height with long straight blonde hair that was black underneath. Her body was definitely sizzling. She wore a black pleated school girl skirt with red plaid pleats, a black tank top that barely covered her belly button and didn’t reach the waist of the skirt, black leather cuffs on her wrists, and black Converse high top sneakers. Around her neck were several silver chains and on one hung a huge black star. She looked good enough to bite.
I made my way over to the VIP bar where she’d taken up residence at one end. She’d come in with four guys, but they’d all disappeared. As I walked toward her, I decided she looked sort of familiar, but I just couldn’t place where I would have seen her before. I bellied up to the bar next to her and asked the female bartender for a Vampire’s Revenge. The bartender cocked an eyebrow at me in a sarcastic way, but started making the drink.
“Not very subtle are you?”
The husky voice was that of the woman I’d been checking out. I turned toward her with a little smile quirking my lips. “I can be, but what’s the point most of the time?” I told her.
A laugh escaped her. “Subtlety isn’t my strong suit either,” she admitted.
When she spoke, I could see those fangs, and I suppressed a shiver of lust. Her blue eyes gleamed. I could swear she knew how I felt. “Your accent, it’s Welsh, isn’t it?” I asked her as I took my drink from the bartender and paid.
My blonde nodded and tilted her chin toward me. “Yours is pure boarding school English,” she replied. “Like Prince William or something.”
I shrugged. “I went to Eton,” I admitted, not telling her that I’d gone to Eton in 1805 and not with the current Prince William.
She took a swallow of her ale and then licked her lips. My eyes were drawn to the movement of her tongue, and she chuckled. “Not with Wills, I’d bet,” she said catching me out. “How old are you?”
“Two hundred seventeen. I was born in 1790.” I didn’t mind telling her the truth. There was nothing to be gained by lying.
“So old,” she laughed huskily. “I’m the same age as Rune. I was born in 1954.”
“I’m not old. I’m considered very young for a vampire.” I jerked my head toward my table where Sebastian sat. “My brother’s a hundred years older than me.”
The blonde looked over at my brother and pursed her lips then her eyes returned to mine. “I’m Kendall,” she said holding out one hand with short black painted nails.
I shook her hand, ignoring the frisson of awareness that went through me when our skin touched. “I’m Darrien Ellsworth.” She smiled at me again and the sight of those fangs just rocked me. Then it dawned on me where I’d seen her before. Her name had given it away. It had been on a poster advertising a club in London. She was a singer. Kendall Reed.
“You’re a singer,” I said, wondering how she was going to react to me recognizing her.
She stiffened, and I realized that recognizing her was not going to be a good thing. “Yes,” she said curtly and knocked back the rest of her ale, setting the tall glass on the bar. “Excuse me. I’ve got to find my guys.”
“Your band?” I asked her curiously. She flashed me the coldest look I’d ever gotten from a woman.
“Yes.” Her reply was tight and angry. I didn’t understand what I’d done wrong but she’d gone from warm and amusing to an ice cold bitch in the blink of an eye.
She started to walk away, and I caught her arm in my hand. “Wait a second, Kendall,” I said in a carefully neutral voice, hoping to soothe her. It didn’t work. She turned on me with a hiss and a flash of fully dropped fangs.
“Don’t touch me.” She jerked her arm from my grasp. “Men like you are NOT my type. You fucking suck.”
Yeah, she’s a bitchy one alright. Heh. Her story will be told as soon as some other storylines wrap up.
Next, I dug into the archives to give you a piece of Lex Valentine Kohl’s past. This is Chris Evans, who is the physical representation of Johann Kohl, Shinygal’s character. At one point, Lex and Johann sorta had a thing going before she met his cousin Alaric and fell in love. Here’s a taste of Lex with someone other than Alaric.
No one understood me. They all thought I was megabitch Lex, cold and unfeeling. Only Carlisle and Dominic had any clue how much I longed to have my life back, to feel close to someone and feel loved again. No one understood how the real me wept brokenheartedly behind the facade of the cold bitch.
Despair rose within me. I fought it, but I was too weak, and it overwhelmed me. I began to sob as everything I longed for, and everything I felt, became too much for me to bear. I rolled across the bed, reaching for a pillow, but got tangled in the sheet and fell to the floor. I scooted back into the corner that was made by the wall and the side of the bed. I drew my knees up and pressed my face to them as I tried to stem the tide of uncontrollable sobbing that welled up from deep within me.
A muffled curse came from the bathroom door and, even in the depths of my despair, over the sound of my sobs, I felt Johann’s presence standing over me. “Holy Mother, what’s wrong, Lex?” I heard him move. Then I felt the warmth of his body next to me on the floor.
“Go away,” I told him, not lifting my face from my knees.
“No,” he insisted. “I can’t leave you when you’re this upset.”
I cried harder, my whole body shaking with it. I wrapped my arms around my updrawn knees, hugging myself. I couldn’t bear to have him see me like this. I couldn’t bear for anyone to witness this, but most especially Johann. I felt his fingers brush the bare skin of my arm. I jerked my head up from my knees, baring my fangs at him, my eyes feral with pain. “Go the fuck away, Johann!” I snarled, snapping at him with my fangs.
“Not a chance,” he said grimly, his steel blue eyes determined.
My heart sank as I realized the wild anger in me wasn’t going to scare him away. I dropped my face back onto my knees and moaned, begging him, “Please, Johann. Please, please just go away. I can’t bear this.”
I felt his fingers burrow beneath my hair and then between my chin and my knees. He lifted my head and pulled it toward him so that our eyes met, his serious and concerned, mine crazed with pain. He gazed deeply into my red rimmed, tear swollen eyes, and I knew he saw the soulless despair that I couldn’t hide. I’d seen myself in a mirror before when I’d been like this. The loss of my soul made my eyes look like two gaping holes swirling with unfathomable pain and despair. It was horrifying and ugly.
After staring into my eyes for a long moment, a small sound escaped Johann. He reached out and gathered me into his arms, dragging me onto his lap as he sat on the floor. His thighs in the soft sweats were hard beneath me. I could feel the tensile strength in his bare arms as they curved around me, his hands stroking soothingly over my naked shoulder blades. I sat stiffly for a moment, the tears and sobs still racking my body, but as his hands pressed against my spine, I let the pressure move me into the curve of his warm body. Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around his rib cage, and with my face pressed to his hard naked chest, I let go. The pain filled sobs tore through me violently, but his body absorbed the hard quakes and shudders as he held me tightly, soothingly.
As my sobs lessened, I felt Johann’s hands in my hair. “Tell me,” he whispered.
I lifted my head for a moment and looked at him. His pain was there in his blue eyes, not hidden as it usually was. I saw his own despair at being left without his bloodmate, and I knew he had discerned what was wrong with me. I was a mess. My hair a wild froth, sticking to my wet face. My eyes were swollen and my skin blotchy from the rage of tears. Certainly, I was not in the least desirable, but in those few seconds of recognition of a mutual pain, he looked at me with an incredible wealth of sorrow, desire, and the indescribable need to be with someone who understood what rippled beneath the surface of the faces we showed the world.
“I saw the story in the paper about you losing your bloodmate,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “They made it sound like it had never happened before.”
“But it did. It happened to you,” he said in a low tone.
A tender moment from Johann, who later turns into a raging asshole after he and Lex break up. Still, Chris Evans is a hottie, as is Avril Lavigne. We tend to choose some really good looking people for the Bar. It’s easier to write the characters when you want to lick them yourself. Hee hee.
Hope you enjoyed the heat. I’ll be back tomorrow, but I have no clue what I will be posting. Ooooh! Don’t you love a mystery? MUAH, peoples!
