man knelt down next to him and he finally got a good look at his savior. He was a young man, about the same age as he with shoulder length blonde hair and large dark brown eyes. His facial features were perfectly proportioned. He wore a black velvet jacket and at his wrists was a hint of an embroidered linen shirt beneath.
Dorian couldn’t speak. He stared at this stunningly handsome man who was no doubt an aristocrat, judging by his manner of dress. These were not the kind of clothes one went hunting in. So, what was he doing in the stark, remote woods on such a miserable day?
“My name is Malachi .”
Dorian was startled by the softness of his voice. He attempted to get up and extend his hand to him. “Thank you for saving my life.” He felt dizzy and weak from the small exertion.
Malachi grasped his upper arm before he fell and gently released him back onto the plush pillow and bear rug on the floor.
“You’ve lost a great deal of blood and still it pours. In your present condition you won’t live long.”
Dorian was alarmed. “What is this place and why did you bring me here if I am beyond all hope?”
“This is one of my dwellings. I have many. And you are not beyond hope. There’s a way for you to live, my friend.” He knelt down and presented Dorian with a silver wine goblet. “Drink.”
His thirst was unbearable. He took a large swallow and grimaced at the taste. “What is this?” It was warm, thick, sweet and had a coppery scent. Could it be what he thought it was?
“Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is.” Malachi’s eyes locked on his. His stare was unnerving.
“You . . . gave me blood to drink?” Dorian was mortified.
Malachi nodded.
“Why would you do that? Whose blood is it?”
“You ’d be dead now if I hadn’t. It’s my blood. It will buy you a little time, but not much. I’m offering you a way to live. Shall I go on or allow you to die?”
Dorian thought of his mother and sister. His mother’s death was coming soon and his sister was slowly starving to death. The guilt of what he’d done, leaving his father to be eaten alive by wolves weighed heavy on his conscience. He knew neither he nor his father would have lived if he’d tried to help him, still the knowledge did not quell his conscience.
He couldn’t die and leave them alone. He had to take care of them. There was no-one else. And yet, he feared this man who promised him life in the face of death.
“What are you?” Dorian’s voice was but a raspy whisper.
“I’m a vampire.” Malachi’s face was no more than a few inches from his own.
“That’s impossible ! There’s no such thing!” Dorian’s fright returned ten-fold.
“Ah, but there is . And as fate would have it, I’m the only thing standing between you and death. Will you die or accept the new life I’m offering?”
Another wave of dizziness came over Dorian. He felt his body becoming weaker. Even in his poor physical condition, he struggled to clear his mind and weigh the options set before him. A new life , yes I will take any kind of life over death . I must!
He didn’t need to speak the words. Malachi heard his thoughts.
“Very well, but you’ll have to do something you might find distasteful. You must drink directly from my throat. That is where the powerful blood which makes us what we are comes from.”
Dorian gasped. “I can’t do that!” The notion of biting into the flesh of another human being was not just distasteful, it was sickening. Then again, if this creature was what he claimed to be, he wasn’t human.
“You can Dorian. I chose you because you’re strong in mind and body. With your intellect and keen intuition you will thrive in this new life. You have no idea under Heaven what you’ll be capable of. Your family, they are of great importance to you, are they not? There will be nothing you can’t give them. You’re also unusually beautiful and as close to perfection as a human male can be. You’re